"Hello, Uncle."
A sweet little girl, as cute as a doll, greeted each of the War Gods in a childish voice.
When she came to Xie An, her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Hello, big brother. You're so handsome."
Because of his state of mind, Xie An still looked about thirty.
Men aged slowly, after all. Someone in his early thirties was still very young.
Xie An couldn't help feeling a little pleased.
"What's your name, little one?"
"Yuan'en Yehui."
"What a good girl."
"Would you show us your Martial Soul? I heard you awakened Twin Martial Souls."
"Mm."
Yuan'en Yehui spread her dark wings and said proudly, "Pretty, aren't they? I inherited this Martial Soul from my mother."
Xie An smiled and nodded as he sensed Yuan'en Yehui's Martial Soul with his spiritual power.
He carefully examined her Fallen Angel and eventually noticed something unusual deep within her bloodline.
A dark purple object, somewhat like a seed, lay hidden within her bloodline.
So this is the Demon Seed.
Xie An discovered that the Demon Seed was continuously releasing faint energy, subtly increasing Yuan'en Yehui's Soul Power Level.
Xie An took the ten Mystic Water Pills from his robes and said to Yuan'en Tiandang, "I came in a hurry and didn't prepare anything. Please accept these pills for now."
"Thank you, Temple Master Xie."
After a moment's thought, he conjured a spear-shaped pendant and handed it to Yuan'en Yehui.
"What's this?" she asked, puzzled.
"It's nothing valuable. It'll just protect you if you're ever in danger," Xie An said with a smile.
Little Yehui nodded, only half understanding.
Now that he knew the Demon Plane hadn't given up on the Douluo Plane, a sense of anticipation rose in Xie An's heart.
After Yuan'en Tiandang led little Yehui away, Xie An decided to check on Dark Phoenix Douluo, who was swamped with work.
Dark Phoenix Douluo was speaking with the Yuan'en Clan's representative.
A pen scratched rapidly across the paper.
"Reporting to the Temple Master: the relocation arrangements for the Yuan'en Clan have been finalized and await your instructions."
About the time it took to burn a stick of incense passed.
Dark Phoenix Douluo handed the Yuan'en Clan's documents to Xie An.
Xie An looked them over. Eight Titled Douluos, along with Yuanen Zhentian, a Limit Douluo—this was an exceptionally powerful force.
"Brrring."
Guan Yue, the War God Temple's vice temple master, glanced at his Soul Guidance Communication Device.
Why was the Temple Master calling him?
"Old Guan, didn't you complain to me a couple of days ago that you were short on people?"
Guan Yue was a little confused. Had he said that?
"Well, I've got an entire clan's worth of people for you this time."
"They even have a Limit Douluo."
Guan Yue hadn't been paying much attention, but a few seconds later, he suddenly snapped to attention.
A Limit Douluo?
"I won't keep you. In short, clear some space for them. Just find them a place to live in Ming City."
"That's all for now. We'll talk details when I get back."
"Hey, don't hang up!"
Guan Yue sounded anxious.
"Click."
But the call had already ended.
When he tried to call back, the device showed that the other side was powered off.
"Hey! Why does he always leave things half-said?"
Guan Yue stomped in frustration.
Looking at the device in his hand, Xie An thought gleefully, Old Guan, this time you'll be green with envy.
He couldn't help whistling.
"Ring, ring!"
The Soul Guidance Communication Device suddenly rang again. Xie An was puzzled. Hadn't he set it to block Vice Temple Master Guan Yue for a day?
Who could be calling so soon?
But when he saw the name on the device, his expression changed.
Why is he calling me? Xie An looked at the name, perplexed, but finally answered.
"Nothing brings you here without a reason. What wind blew you my way, Underworld Emperor?"
The Communication Soul Tool connected, and a gloomy voice came through.
"Old fossil, was that aura just now your doing?"
Xie An raised an eyebrow. As expected of the Child of the Plane. He could sense that too.
"What? What disturbance? I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Enough, old fossil. Stop playing dumb."
"I just flew around to all the major powers."
"Yun Ming is still holed up in that Golden Tree of his. Chen Xinjie is mooning over a ring. You're the only one who's missing."
"Only someone with your cultivation could have done something like that. Tell me what happened."
Oh dear. It looks like I can't keep this secret much longer. Xie An dropped his playful expression and said seriously, "If I don't want to tell you, what can you do about it?"
On the other end of the Soul Tool, the Underworld Emperor heard Xie An's admission and grew urgent.
"What did you do? I'm begging you, tell me."
"You couldn't have taken the Holy Spirit Cult's path of proving your Dao through slaughter. Don't tell me you've finally seen the light, old fossil?"
Several decades earlier, Ha Luosa, the Underworld Emperor, had been at the peak of the Quasi-God level when he accepted Ghost Emperor's proposal: to pave a path to godhood through slaughter.
Not wanting to be the only one dragged into it, Ha Luosa had also approached Xie An, the War God Temple Master.
Unfortunately, Xie An had rejected the proposal and told the Underworld Emperor that it had no chance of succeeding.
Even if it did, the heavens were watching. They would surely punish him.
Ha Luosa had scoffed at this. The Divine Realm had disappeared. What could possibly be stronger than a Limit Douluo or Quasi-God?
He had even given the War God Temple Master the nickname "old fossil."
"No, but I did find a possible breakthrough. Maybe you could give it a try?"
"Here's the plan: I'll be returning to the War God Temple from a certain location shortly."
Xie An told the Underworld Emperor about his itinerary.
"Click."
The call ended again.
Looking at the device, Xie An thought, Underworld Emperor, I hope you put in some effort. Then I can wipe out the entire Holy Spirit Cult in one go.
Elsewhere.
The Underworld Emperor, Ha Luosa, thought back over the War God Temple Master's words and finally made up his mind.
"Ha Luosa, you're saying the War God Temple Master will pass through here?"
Ghost Emperor looked at Ha Luosa before him, thoroughly pleased.
At last. It seemed even the Underworld Emperor had finally seen the light.
He was no longer the only one in the Holy Spirit Cult doing all the work.
Ghost Emperor patted the Underworld Emperor on the shoulder and said approvingly, "Underworld Emperor, well done. I'll arrange the ambush. You don't need to get involved in anything else."
"Getting this information must have cost you quite a bit."
"Are you sure you don't need me to help?"
The Underworld Emperor asked politely, out of goodwill.
Ghost Emperor laughed. "He's just a greenhorn who's only recently reached the Quasi-God level."
"There's only one Yun Ming in this world."
"But if you really want to come, watch from a distance and help me assess the enemy."
The Underworld Emperor was delighted, but kept his expression neutral as he said, "I'll get ready right away. This ambush is sure to succeed."
"Excellent! Make sure to bring that little girl, Dark Bell. She's been brooding ever since the last ambush."
"Perhaps we shouldn't let her go."
"Why?" Ghost Emperor asked, surprised.
"She isn't a Limit Douluo, after all."
"These past couple of days, she's been using a little knife to carve the words 'War God Temple' and 'Xie An' into her arm."
Ghost Emperor fell silent for a long while.
"Very well. Have Blood Demon come see me."
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