"This one is Yue Guan, Titled: Chrysanthemum."
"An elder of Spirit Hall. Young friend, you may call me Senior Yue Guan, or Chrysanthemum Douluo."
Those with strength were respected wherever they went.
After Huo Yuhao's deeds were exposed, most people still sympathized with him.
In the end, becoming Tang San's whatever-it-was had truly been something he had no choice about.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo?"
Huo Yuhao froze. The person before him, with such strange makeup and an equally strange voice, was actually a Titled Douluo?
Spirit Hall?
The Spirit Hall that Tang San and the Shrek Seven Devils had defeated?
Huo Yuhao had heard about that matter ever since childhood and remembered it clearly.
Tang San was not as glorious as he appeared, and Spirit Hall was not as evil as it had been described.
Since transmigrating here, he had learned quite a bit about the Douluo Continent of this era.
Spirit Hall was the faith of most commoner Soul Masters!
Not only did they awaken the martial souls of commoners for free, they also provided subsidies to Soul Masters.
As long as one possessed a Spirit Ring, one could collect one Gold Soul Coin from Spirit Hall each month.
After reaching Soul Grandmaster, one received ten Gold Soul Coins every month.
After reaching Soul Elder, one received one hundred Gold Soul Coins every month.
Only after reaching the Soul Ancestor level did this "aid" disappear.
Thinking of the scenes ten thousand years later, of the hardship suffered by commoner Soul Masters—even a genius like Senior Jiang Nannan, a dignified Soul Elder expert, could not cure her mother's illness and had to...
Huo Yuhao truly could not hold back. He practically appeared before Tang San in an instant and gave Tang San's corpse a savage kicking!
The sight left Yue Guan and