The Debate on Feminine Beauty, Hand of Death

A length of rope was thrown to Mu Xuanheng, and Wang Yan said, "Tie it around your waist."

Mu Xuanheng knew what this was; it was a connecting piece used to link high-grade flying Soul Tools to low-grade ones.

It's not like there isn't a demand for airplanes.

Gu Yuena was right beside him and heard his mutterings: "What did you say?"

Mu Xuanheng panicked for a moment, as some concepts simply did not exist in the Douluo World: "Nothing, I just thought of something I have that is more effective."

He took out another set of connecting pieces and called out to Xuan Zi: "Does the old man want to use these? The effect is much better than a rope." He hadn't made any combat-oriented Soul Tools; most of his creations were for civilian use. Of course, that was just his own opinion.

"You little brat, you have good stuff and don't know to take it out." Xuan Zi used his soul power to pull, sucking the connecting pieces directly into his hand: "How do I use it?"

"Inject soul power and just tap it."

Xuan Zi saw a blue button in the center, pressed it, and 15 small components flew out.

Mu Xuanheng: "One for each person, just keep it on your body."

After all, a rope wasn't a rigid object; it swayed easily in the air, making it quite uncomfortable to use.

"Get ready, everyone. I'm setting off."

Xuan Zi took flight immediately. As a Title Douluo, his speed was naturally the fastest among everyone present.

As soon as he took off, his soul power connected to the fifteen of them, forming something akin to a protective shield.

This shield could, to a certain extent, immunize them against the airflow.

The connection was also rigid, preventing any abstract states like spinning.

Seeing this, Xuan Zi realized it was good stuff and increased his speed once more.

A white stream of light streaked across the sky, leaving behind residual flames.

They arrived at the landing site several hours earlier than expected.

"Ugh..."

More than ten people couldn't help but vomit, even the highest-cultivation members like Ma Xiaotao and Dai Yueheng were no exception.

Only Gu Yuena was slightly better off, but since she wasn't the one controlling the flight, she still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Little Dai. The military personnel will be here soon."

Dai Yueheng immediately fired a signal flare.

Then, Durex brought them back to the military camp.

Upon arriving at the camp, Dai Yueheng acted as if he had returned home; he was very familiar with everything around him.

"After I graduate, I will come to serve as a soldier. I will temper myself on the battlefield; I want to be as great as my father." Dai Yueheng's eyes were filled with adoration for Dai Hao.

It was clear that as the eldest son, he had accepted the education provided by Dai Hao.

Everyone could feel Dai Yueheng's conviction to become a soldier.

Mu Xuanheng couldn't help but look at Huo Yuhao; the disparity in fatherly love was simply too great. Then he thought of Dai Huabin, a pure idiot. He couldn't help but shake his head; the educational issues in the Duke of White Tiger's family were very serious.

Huo Yuhao clenched his fists, and the others assumed he was just being influenced. Only a few knew that he was feeling hatred.

He recalled his mother's deep love for Dai Hao, and for the first time, he looked up and asked his 'own brother' about Dai Hao: "I... no, what kind of person is your father, the Duke of White Tiger?"

Dai Yueheng spoke as if reciting a family treasure: "Father is forty-three this year. His talent is enough to rival our ancestors. He has been through countless battles, large and small, and the western border of the Star Luo Empire that he guards is as solid as a rock, preventing the Sun Moon Empire from advancing a single step."

His admiration was not fake, and Dai Hao's contributions were not fake either.

"Yo, your dad is quite the hero then," Ma Xiaotao jumped in to add.

"Of course. In the Star Luo Empire, the only one who can be called a hero is my father."

"Your dad looks pretty handsome. How many wives does he have? I remember the Star Luo Empire doesn't have a requirement for monogamy."

It was purely out of gossip, but it made Huo Yuhao pay close attention. He wanted so badly to know how Dai Hao viewed his mother.

Dai Yueheng was stunned; he hadn't expected Ma Xiaotao to ask this: "Only my mother. As for descendants, there are only my brother Dai Huabin and me. Father is very disciplined regarding women."

Huo Yuhao's hand pinched the flesh on his thigh hard; he couldn't suppress his anger. He wanted so badly to roar at Dai Hao and Dai Yueheng, to ask what his mother and he were supposed to be.

A hand rested on his shoulder. He looked up and saw it was Mu Xuanheng. "Senior Brother Xuanheng?"

Mu Xuanheng's hand released a faint chill, calming Huo Yuhao down: "You can really endure. Very well. Sooner or later, I would have to face this question anyway. Let me be the one to ask."

He didn't deliberately lower his volume, but used the most indifferent tone: "Senior Dai Yueheng, you haven't been home for a while, have you? You might not know your own family well. It's not impossible that there is already a half-brother of yours in the Duke's Mansion."

"Absolutely impossible!" Dai Yueheng immediately retorted; in his heart, Dai Hao was absolutely perfect.

"For certain reasons, I have been paying close attention to Star Luo City recently. Unfortunately, what I just said might be a fact. And you don't just have one brother."

His words caused Huo Yuhao's expression to change drastically. He was afraid, yet he hoped someone would speak up for him—that he was Dai Hao's son.

But Mu Xuanheng wouldn't overstep his bounds: "I didn't check the names or martial souls because it has nothing to do with me. But I can be certain that one definitely exists, and your father definitely doesn't just have one woman. You don't even need to investigate; you just need to go back, ask, and take a look. He is still in the Duke's Mansion."

The last sentence made Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong widen their eyes. Was Mu Xuanheng not talking about Huo Yuhao?

"Then I thank you, Junior Brother. I will definitely ask clearly when I return." Dai Yueheng clenched his fists. He was resentful, because the inheritance of the Duke of White Tiger didn't just depend on age; one more person meant one more competitor.

Huo Yuhao also completely understood that to the Duke of White Tiger, he and his mother really meant nothing at all. He laughed foolishly, a bitter laugh for his mother's infatuated waiting.

Attracted by the laughter, everyone's gaze converged here.

Mu Xuanheng: "The heroes of the Star Luo Empire are all like this; naturally, I am no lovesick fool committed to one person for a lifetime. However, I wouldn't be like him, not even giving someone a proper status."

"So, do you intend to have one wife and multiple concubines, or one husband and multiple wives?" A cold, clear voice emerged from behind Mu Xuanheng.

The peerless beauty looked at him with a smile: "I recommend one husband and multiple concubines, and I certainly don't intend to be a concubine." Likewise, Gu Yuena had no intention of being a wife at this moment. Their intimacy was merely a performance to attract one another. Their current actions were the same.

Yet, a strange emotion had grown within her heart. Mutual seduction is not something one can simply stop loving just because they want to; spending hundreds of days inseparable was never entirely an act.

She was waiting for Mu Xuanheng's answer, and Mu Xuanheng was thinking of ways to appease her.

Inside the Spiritual Sea, someone was already yawning.

Xue Di: "Tsk tsk, I really underestimated you. I don't even know who the second person is? I thought you had just jumped into this fire pit." Even her form of address shifted from "this Empress" to "I"; she had already placed Mu Xuanheng on an equal footing with herself.

"A Flame Phoenix? That girl who uses ice, the one with Twin Martial Souls and dual cultivation in Xiao Ding? Or perhaps the one disguised as a man. Mu Xuanheng, you really have quite a few targets you can make a move on."

Mu Xuanheng: "Why is one option missing? What about my Xue Nu?"

Xue Di's expression remained unchanged: "Th-this Empress has only experienced life and death with you once, suffered the agony of being unable to die once, and been inseparable for a year and a half. Why do you think this Empress would like you?"

Though the words were meant to be a rejection, they appeared infinitely shy.

At this very moment, it was the perfect time to take action. Before he could make a move, he was pushed out of the Spiritual Sea by Xue Di.

They had already arrived at the military camp, and Dai Hao had come personally to receive them.

The previous topic was coincidentally pushed aside and left unsettled.

"Welcome, students of Shrek. Why not come to the camp for a sit-down and let me show you some hospitality?"

Wang Yan was responsible for communicating with Dai Hao, and the two shook hands: "Duke, we are only here to complete a mission. We won't delay you further; we just hope you can dispatch a subordinate to provide us with information."

Before parting, Dai Hao even tried to recruit them.

But aside from Huo Yuhao, no one cared.

"Rest and wait for the intelligence to arrive."

Intelligence on Evil Soul Masters is generally not very detailed, because Evil Soul Masters rarely leave anyone alive.

The ones they had to face were naturally the Corpse Explosion Soul King and the Hand of Death.

Due to various limitations, they eventually had to set out themselves.

Ma Xiaotao: "Dai Yueheng and I will take the lead, Chen Zifeng and Bei Bei will bring up the rear, and the others will be in the middle. Huo Yuhao, stay behind me."

Mu Xuanheng: "I'll be in the front as well."

In terms of strength, Ma Xiaotao could not refuse Mu Xuanheng's request.

"Evil Soul Masters have strange methods; be careful yourself."

Mu Xuanheng didn't know what to say; none of the people in their group seemed like the type to be careful.

With Spiritual Detection, the journey was very smooth.

But smoothness never meant safety, and at this moment, he began to feel excited. Knowing it was a dangerous situation yet stepping into it—this was the nature of Chaofeng, who loved danger. His Martial Soul had already begun to influence him.

Everyone donned their armor and changed their gear; Bei Bei and Gongyang Mo were left behind to protect the reserve team.

In exchange, Mu Xuanheng followed the main team.

Even Spiritual Detection could not keep up with them.

Soon, they smelled a thick scent of blood.

In front of a cave entrance stood seven or eight bandits acting as sentries.

It was clear they had arrived at the lair of the Hand of Death.

"Should we leave two for them to practice on?" Dai Yueheng asked Ma Xiaotao; bringing the reserve team out wasn't just for them to play on the sidelines. They also needed to be trained.

Mu Xuanheng: "When we go in later, just let a few out; we'll kill these ones first and then regroup. With Gu Yuena here, we can even release a Soul King-level one. Her strength is enough to protect the remaining few."

His opinion received more agreement. The advantage of Xixi's agility-type system was revealed, and she instantly killed four.

Chen Zifeng's Soul Chasing Sword killed with ease, Dai Yueheng tore a bandit apart directly, and Ma Xiaotao immediately pierced a man's heart with flame.

"Not professional enough."

Starting with a block of earth to gag the target, a dragon claw immediately crushed a bandit's skull.

The area in front of the cave was now safe.

When everyone gathered, Spiritual Detection was activated in a single direction.

A bloody scene was revealed before everyone's eyes.

Severed heads hung in the air, occasionally falling when the scalp could no longer support them; human skin covered the cave floor, stained with blood, and mangled limbs were tossed everywhere. The corpses were unrecognizable by gender or age, with only the tiny corpses identifiable as infants.

Blood filled their pupils, and their hair stood on end with rage.

Evil Soul Masters are a group that should not exist; death is their only destiny.

Ma Xiaotao: "Follow the previous formation; Mu Xuanheng, come with us, and Gongyang Mo stays behind. We will go in first, and you all follow later. Not a single one can be allowed to escape."