Left Line: Memorial Photo. Right Line: Dead Man

Within the Sea God Pavilion of Shrek's Inner Court.

"Butian Sect accepts all, yet it never allows its disciples to commit evil. If you're going to make excuses, at least come up with a decent one." Liu Yu flung out two photographs and slammed his palm onto the Golden Tree table before him.

Bang!

With that dull impact, the spot where Liu Yu's palm landed sank deeply into the Golden Tree tabletop.

So what exactly had happened?

It went like this: several Inner Court students had been assassinated shortly after leaving Shrek City.

Shrek was not the Butian Sect. It could not set up something like Soul Lamps and only discover the bodies after wild beasts had nearly devoured them.

The aura left behind at the scene undoubtedly belonged to an Evil Soul Master. Even if it did not, it had belonged to a soul master with a dark-attribute Martial Soul.

There was not much difference, really. In this era, anyone with a dark-attribute Martial Soul would be branded an Evil Soul Master.

Even if they had never done anything evil, they would still be given that label, one that could not be torn off.

Whether it was Evil Soul Masters or dark-attribute Martial Souls, only the Butian Sect and Holy Spirit Cult possessed them.

Though the Holy Spirit Cult had become less active, it had not completely vanished into hiding.

Evil Soul Masters below the Title Douluo level were still easy enough to find. Title Douluo Evil Soul Masters rarely went out, unless they discovered a Martial Soul worth cultivating.

Compared to the Holy Spirit Cult, the Butian Sect's headquarters could not be found, but it was simply far too active. Soul masters with dark-attribute Martial Souls could be found almost everywhere outside.

The traces left at the scene were clearly signs of slaughter. Men, women, young, old—everyone had been killed.

Other than the aura, the scene also contained several low-level Heaven Mending supernatural abilities.

The Butian Sect generally could not be bothered to control such low-level supernatural abilities. Even disciples who had just joined the sect could learn them. Yet on the Douluo Plane, these abilities counted as top-tier offensive soul skills.

It was only natural for these unvalued supernatural abilities to spread. The Butian Sect did not care, so naturally, neither did anyone else.

Shrek, the Federation, and the Spirit Pagoda all had records of these low-level supernatural abilities. Yet whenever something went wrong, the first ones people sought out were the Butian Sect.

If the Butian Sect really had done this, they could simply start fighting. After all, the Butian Sect's strongest rank-99 combatants were no match for theirs.

And if it had not, they could still use it as an excuse.

These two photographs had been taken by the Shrek Inspection Team at the scene. They were only two of many. This incident had caused far more casualties than just a few Shrek Inner Court students.

Though no large-scale casualties had occurred within Shrek City, several hundred people had still vanished overnight.

Who among those able to enter Shrek's Inner Court or reside in Shrek City lacked family connections or some influential background?

Even if Shrek was not afraid at all, it was still incredibly troublesome.

Shrek could not be bothered to handle this matter. At this time, the relationship between the Spirit Pagoda and Shrek had already become quite delicate, so it was better to leave the Butian Sect to investigate it themselves.

Under such circumstances, Shrek's bunch of lunatics could not possibly let their enemy, the Butian Sect, roam freely through the streets.

Originally, there had been no need for anyone from the Butian Sect to come to Shrek. Staying in the Federation would have been enough. But there was no helping it—this matter was indeed a little serious.

With one hand pressed against the table, Liu Yu pointed at one of the photographs with the other. "Are you trying to fool me with your parents' memorial photo?"

The Butian Sect had always maintained zero tolerance for the Holy Spirit Cult's Evil Soul Masters. A good relationship on the surface did not mean their private relationship was any good.

"And this one!"

Liu Yu pointed at the other photograph and began laying into him again.

"Damn it! Using your parents' memorial photo is one thing, but you even put two dead men's photos here and claim the Butian Sect did it!"

"If the Butian Sect had really done this, we'd have dug up your parents' graves long ago!"

"..."

Even with his exceptional composure, Yun Ming trembled with rage at those words, veins bulging across his forehead.

What did he mean by using his parents' memorial photos?

Yun Ming truly could not hold it in anymore.

Memorial photo on the left, dead man on the right—if Liu Yu disliked him that much, he could have just cursed him directly!

No, this was cursing him!

Right to his face, rubbing it in and cursing him!

Who was he?

He was Yun Ming, the number one man on the continent, known as the Sky-Prop Douluo and the master of the Sea God Pavilion.

When had anyone ever pointed at his nose and cursed him before?

If Ya Li had not been holding him back at his side, he would have already slammed the table, drawn his weapon, and started fighting.

"I don't care about any of that. I'm giving your Butian Sect one week..."

The sunset was blood-red as it slowly sank toward the western horizon, casting its final afterglow across the land.

Golden light spread across the entire world like scattered gold, making everything seem especially beautiful and tranquil.

Just then, a shout broke the silence. "Sect Master."

Along with that call, a figure appeared abruptly before Gu Chen like a ghost.

The man moved with astonishing speed, tearing through space to arrive directly before him.

Yet Gu Chen did not seem surprised by the sudden visitor at all. He did not even raise his head, remaining focused on writing rapidly at the desk.

His brushstrokes flowed freely, as though he were writing something of utmost importance.

After a while, Gu Chen finally stopped, slightly raised his head, and calmly asked, "What is it?"

The person before him was Yun Che, a subordinate Gu Chen had obtained when he first checked in and received Tang Wulin.

He was a powerful rank-99 Limit Douluo, possessing a terrifying Martial Soul—the Primordial Wraith.

Because of his horrifying strength and unique Martial Soul, he was unquestionably an absolute powerhouse even among Limit Douluos.

Moreover, Yun Che was one of the few people who knew Gu Chen's true identity.

Even within the vast Butian Sect, the overwhelming majority knew nothing of Yun Che's existence.

It could be said that Yun Che's strength was Gu Chen's most secret and powerful trump card at present.

As long as this secret was not exposed, he would not need to worry about powerful enemies like Di Tian or the Qiangu Family discovering him and trying to kill him.

It was worth mentioning that Yun Che and Gu Chen did not share a simple superior-subordinate relationship. Since they were close in age and had known each other since childhood, they were more like inseparable friends. (Yun Che was sixteen, while Gu Chen was nine.)

Therefore, once Yun Che learned of everything that had happened within the Sea God Pavilion, he hurried over without hesitation to inform Gu Chen.

After hearing Yun Che's account, Gu Chen merely nodded calmly and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter. Liu Yu will handle this properly. There's no need for us to interfere."

With that, he lowered his head again and continued the work he had yet to finish.

Though being a transmigrator had made him somewhat proud and arrogant, he truly did not care.

Dou San might have had a little more scheming compared to the other two installments.

But as long as one was strong enough, they could simply crush everything in their path. Why would a floor tile need schemes?

Raising his own strength as quickly as possible was what he should be doing right now. Though there was no urgency, there was no need to fall too far behind either.

"When the time is right, we'll make our move."

Gu Chen stopped what he was doing, placed his brush and paper on the table, then rose and left. Yun Che slowly melded into the ground and entered his shadow once more.

After he left, the paper on the table ignited without wind and quickly turned into a pile of ashes. A gust scattered them away, and several words could vaguely be seen.

[Tang Sect]

[Dragon Valley]

[Mountain Dragon King]

[Dragon God Core]

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At first, Suancai had not planned to write Douluo. He had intended to write Battle Through the Heavens or Shrouding the Heavens directly.

But after thinking about it, aside from Battle Through the Heavens and Dou Yi, Dou Er: Peerless Tang Sect seemed to be the only one that was somewhat easy to write.

But after giving it some thought, forget it. Though there was not much of that stuff, it really could not be avoided.

There were also quite a few excellent works, so he could not be bothered to write it.

So he came straight over to write Dou San: Legend of the Dragon King.

Though he wanted to write Shrouding the Heavens and Perfect World, he feared his writing ability was not up to it, and he was even more afraid of becoming tainted by karma and suffering misfortune in his later years.

Returning to this book, there were no plans to send Tang Wulin directly to Shrek.

He would bring him straight back to the Butian Sect and crush the Divine Sense Tang San had left behind.

He would give Tang San a taste of fatherly love and filial devotion.