Under your leadership, Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy crushed Shrek Academy, ending its ten-thousand-year undefeated streak and successfully claiming the Soul Fighting Tournament championship trophy!
At that moment, all of Xingluo Square fell silent. Only your cheers echoed through the plaza.
After winning the championship, you didn't linger at all. You didn't even have time to attend the celebration banquet before packing up and leaving Xingluo City that very night.
After all, this was the heartland of the former Douluo Three Kingdoms.
Not only had you run wild on their turf, you'd also trampled the Shrek Academy—their proud spiritual totem—underfoot in front of the entire continent.
Those hateful eyes glared at you, as if they wanted to tear you limb from limb.
Had they not been wary of the Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell in Jing Hongchen's possession, which could go off at any moment, you would probably have been swallowed up by the furious crowd long ago.
On the way back to Ming Capital, you casually tossed the few high-level Spirit Bones awarded by the tournament to your teammates.
To you now, anything that hadn't been around for at least a hundred thousand years was trash. Keeping it would only take up space.
But just as you were about to leave the borders of the Star Luo Empire, thinking you were safe—
The sky suddenly went dark.
An overwhelming, suffocating pressure descended upon you all at once. Even the air seemed to freeze!
A man in a black robe appeared out of thin air on the road ahead.
He stood there quietly, yet seemed like an impassable mountain, cutting off heaven and earth.
The Holy Spirit Cult's chief enshrined elder—the Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao!
One of the only three Limit Douluos still alive in the world!
Long Xiaoyao didn't waste words. He didn't even glance at Jing Hongchen, who was on high alert.
He lifted his eyelids, his gaze piercing through layer upon layer of defenses to lock directly onto you.
"Come with me for a while, little one."
His tone was calm, but his will brooked no argument.
"She's taken an interest in your talent. Xi Shui wants me to bring you back to the Holy Spirit Cult, appoint you as its Holy Son, and give you every resource we can."
For your sake, this legendary Dark Sacred Dragon had personally come to intercept you!
"???"
In the real world, Su Chen stared at the scene on the simulator screen, completely dumbfounded.
His head was buzzing.
No, seriously?
Had he gone lovesick already?
Su Chen fell into deep thought.
Did this make any sense? Was this even reasonable?
He was trying to forcibly abduct the future star of the Sun Moon Empire right in front of Jing Hongchen, the master of Mingde Hall?
Did he really think nothing of the Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shell?
Did he really think nothing of Kong Deming, the Sun Moon Empire's Guardian Douluo?
Just because Ye Xishui had said, "I want this child," he'd happily come running to play kidnapper?
A dignified Level 99 Limit Douluo had actually become a high-level errand boy, ready to show up whenever he was called?
That bold, huh?
"No wonder Ye Xishui chose Long Xiaoyao in the end, instead of Mu En..."
Su Chen's mouth twitched as he couldn't help commenting.
"Mu En still had to care about Shrek's reputation. Long Xiaoyao was willing to throw away his dignity for his goddess!"
A simp was a simp, and in the end...
Long Xiaoyao really did get everything he wanted, didn't he?
When he heard Long Xiaoyao's words, Jing Hongchen's face turned black as the bottom of a pot.
Jing Hongchen clenched his fists, the light of a Soul Tool glimmering beneath his sleeves.
Did Long Xiaoyao really think the master of Mingde Hall was a pushover?
But when Long Xiaoyao's indifferent gaze swept over him, Jing Hongchen realized, with dismay...
That before a Level 99 Limit Douluo, he really was just a plate of vegetables—not even enough to get stuck between his teeth.
"Come on, little one."
Long Xiaoyao couldn't be bothered with Jing Hongchen's anger.
With just a glance, he froze the space around them.
The next second, he appeared at your side. He lightly slashed the air with his withered hand.
Rip—!
The sturdy walls of space tore open like cloth, revealing a pitch-black, unfathomable passage through the void.
Before everyone's eyes, he grabbed you by the shoulder, stepped inside, and vanished without a trace.
All that remained was a group of dumbstruck Mingde Hall Soul Masters and Jing Hongchen, trembling with rage.
Inside the spatial passage.
At first, you were stunned.
Kidnapped by the Holy Spirit Cult's Supreme Elder? Taken to the den of crazies and Evil Soul Masters?
But then you realized what was going on.
Wait... The Holy Spirit Cult? Evil Soul Masters?
Didn't that mean... it was crawling with walking "experience points" and "soul nourishment"?
Could you really be this lucky?
This wasn't a kidnapping. It was an invitation to an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet! And the highest-end one, at that!
You nearly laughed out loud. Your tense body relaxed in an instant.
But in Long Xiaoyao's eyes, that moment took on a different meaning.
Seeing you "unflustered" and "composed," Long Xiaoyao's admiration grew stronger.
"Not bad. You remain calm in a crisis, and keep your composure even as Mount Tai collapses before you. You have the makings of someone destined for great things."
Long Xiaoyao nodded, his tone tinged with pride and temptation.
"Little one, I've never seen talent like yours in my life. If you join the Holy Spirit Cult, I'm willing to take you on as my final disciple."
"From then on, Xi Shui and I will teach you personally. With two Limit Douluos guiding you, you'll reach the peak and become a Limit Douluo within thirty years!"
Private lessons from two Limit Douluos?
That was a one-of-a-kind offer anywhere on the continent.
You pretended to be overwhelmed with gratitude, but inside, you were already making plans.
Since you're being so generous, I won't stand on ceremony—I'll take the Holy Spirit Cult's entire fortune...
The scene shifted.
Everything before your eyes had changed.
Long Xiaoyao didn't give you much time to feel wistful. As a Limit Douluo, he tore through space with you and crossed tens of thousands of miles in just a few breaths, arriving in a gloomy region where the sun never shone.
The Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters!
Ghostly flames flickered inside the main hall.
The instant you landed, a tall figure shrouded in black robes abruptly turned around.
The Holy Spirit Cult's leader—Zhongli Wu!
When he saw you safe and sound beside Long Xiaoyao, two gleaming green lights flashed in his originally sinister eyes, as if a hungry wolf had spotted the freshest meat!
"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!"
Zhongli Wu said "good" three times, his voice quivering with excitement.
He circled you several times, his gaze as if he were inspecting a rare treasure.
Your bone age, the fluctuations of your Soul Power, and that faint, heart-stirring aura of the laws of time...
Perfect!
You were an absolute masterpiece granted to the Holy Spirit Cult by the heavens—a born Evil Soul Master!
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