You're So Cute

The Holy Spirit Cult was the most powerful Evil Soul Master organization of the Peerless Tang Sect era.

Its Supreme Elder Ye Xishui, Grand Elder Long Xiaoyao, Cult Leader Zhong Liwu, and Deputy Leader Feng Ling commanded countless Title Douluo-level experts beneath them, including several ninth-level Soul Engineers.

Such a lineup was enough to make all forces on the continent feel ashamed.

But Evil Soul Masters were rats, fit only to hide in dark, damp corners.

The Holy Spirit Cult had hidden for centuries, finally amassed enough strength, and secretly sought to ally with the Sun Moon Empire.

The current Crown Prince Xu Tianran was a restless man who wanted to unify the Douluo Continent.

For the Holy Spirit Cult to develop and grow, they needed to cooperate with Xu Tianran.

The Holy Spirit Cult wanted to take a share during the unification war and continue expanding their own power.

Not long ago, Zhong Liwu had just finalized their cooperation with Xu Tianran when this incident occurred.

"Someone is framing my Holy Spirit Cult from the outside."

After calming down, Zhong Liwu paced on the spot, then suddenly jolted awake: "No! My Holy Spirit Cult never shows its face and strictly forbids going to the Douluo Continent. We've been lying low in the Sun Moon Empire. How did that person know about my cult's affairs? Even the words left behind came from my cult. Could there be a traitor within?"

After thinking for a long time, Zhong Liwu slowly shook his head: "That person was able to kill the ninety-fifth-level Super Douluo Old Heavenly Dragon and do it without a trace. Spreading hatred in my cult's name outside—clearly deliberately framing us. Someone like that, I can't kill. If I could recruit them into my cult, our overall strength would inevitably see a huge short-term boost."

Just then, Feng Ling, wearing a black veil and with a slender figure, walked over slowly: "Cult Leader, Xu Tianran sent word asking what exactly happened on the Douluo Continent."

"What happened? I want to know what happened too!" Zhong Liwu's chest heaved violently with rage.

Mud in the crotch—not shit, but it looks like shit.

That impostor stirring up trouble outside was smearing the Holy Spirit Cult.

"Summon the Eighth Elder."

Before long, the Eighth Elder, Sleep Nightmare Douluo, arrived.

"You will depart immediately for the Douluo Continent. Secretly investigate the one impersonating my cult. If possible, try to recruit them. After all, that person has nowhere left to stand on the Douluo Continent. My Holy Spirit Cult is their only refuge."

"As the Cult Leader commands."

Sleep Nightmare Douluo left the Demon Forest that very day and set off for the Douluo Continent.

The Douluo Continent had fallen into extreme panic because of Bibi Dong. Major forces mobilized fully to eradicate Evil Soul Masters.

The Sun Moon Empire was naturally happy to see the Douluo Continent in chaos. Some radical ministers even advised launching an attack on the Douluo Continent while the iron was hot, but Crown Prince Xu Tianran suppressed the idea.

His reason: the timing was not right.

Current Snow Hatred Value: 357900

"Mom really knows how to stir things up."

Qin Chuan was living peacefully at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy. He had already advanced to the third grade along with Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi.

Unexpectedly, their homeroom teacher was still Xuan Ziwen, while the original first-grade class teacher had been replaced by a seventh-level Soul Engineer.

"Will she be alright?" Qian Renxue asked with some concern.

"Relax. The one who could kill her has already ascended to the God Realm. Across the entire continent, she's the one who kills others—no one kills her." Qin Chuan wasn't worried about Bibi Dong at all.

The most outstanding Pope of ten thousand years ago, the greatest enemy of Sea God Tang San, wielding the Rakshasa Demon Scythe—Bibi Dong would never fall in this era.

Soon it was class time. Everyone took their seats. Qin Chuan sat up straight and suddenly noticed a gaze fixed on him from behind.

Qin Chuan didn't react at all.

After a forty-five-minute class, lunchtime arrived.

"Are you Qin Chuan?"

The speaker was an eight-year-old boy with a clean face but a look full of arrogance. Beside him stood a delicate little girl—clearly siblings.

"You are... Xiao Hongchen?"

Xiao Hongchen was slightly stunned. He hadn't even introduced himself yet—how did this guy know who he was?

"How do you know me?"

Faced with Xiao Hongchen's confusion, Qin Chuan smiled slightly: "Who doesn't know? Who hasn't heard? They say Xiao Hongchen is the most outstanding genius the academy has seen in a hundred years. When I first enrolled, I spotted you from far away."

"Is that so? That's what they really say?"

"Of course!"

"You have good taste!"

Xiao Hongchen almost fell for it. He had heard that the academy had produced a genius even more extraordinary than himself—someone who became a Second-Class Soul Engineer just ten days after enrolling, setting a record in Soul Engineer history.

It had taken him a full month to become a First-Class Soul Engineer, and he was already considered the academy's greatest genius in a century. Xiao Hongchen had always believed that.

Now, this sudden Qin Chuan appearing made Xiao Hongchen very unhappy.

Since Qin Chuan had just advanced to the third grade today, Xiao Hongchen wanted to put him in his place.

But Qin Chuan reacted quickly. Seeing that Xiao Hongchen was here to pick a fight, he improvised.

Watching her brother get outmaneuvered before even fighting, his sister Meng Hongchen covered her mouth and stifled a laugh.

Xiao Hongchen shot his sister a glare, hesitated for a moment, then said in a flat tone, "I'm the Xiao Hongchen you mentioned. I'm not here for anything else—I want a fair and square duel between Soul Engineers."

As soon as he said this, it immediately drew the attention of the entire class.

Qin Chuan also perked up with interest and asked, "Tell me the rules."

"You just became a Second-Class Soul Engineer, so I won't bully you. The rules are simple: we each craft a second-class Soul Tool within a set time, then use those tools to duel as Soul Engineers. What do you think?"

"That's fine, but what's the stake?"

"This fifth-class defensive Soul Tool, Red Dust Kinship, was made for me by my grandfather. If you win, it's yours. And you?"

Qin Chuan spent a thousand Snow Hatred Value to exchange for a Purple Glowing Right Arm Soul Bone.

"This is a Right Arm Soul Bone from a thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider. You know that Man Faced Demon Spiders are already extinct in our era, so how precious this Right Arm Soul Bone must be."

The moment Qin Chuan pulled out a Soul Bone—such a treasure—the young students in the classroom all grew envious, and Xiao Hongchen was no exception. In the Sun Moon Empire, Soul Bones had another use: crafting Soul Tools from them.

"Fine! It's a deal."

"It's a deal."

Qin Chuan put away the Man Faced Demon Spider Right Arm Bone and left the classroom with Xiao Hongchen.

Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi followed the crowd out. They were also curious about how far Qin Chuan's Soul Tool crafting skills had progressed.

"I'm sorry, my brother was too reckless. I couldn't stop him." Meng Hongchen showed an apologetic smile.

"It's good for young people to be spirited. Competition drives improvement."

"You're only six years old, why do you talk like an old man?"

"I call it being wise beyond my years."

"Hmph! You're just a little brat."

"And you're not?"

"You!"

"But speaking of which, you're really cute."

Hearing that, Meng Hongchen's little face unconsciously turned red.