Harvesting a Grade 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell

Before this...

On the Mingdou Mountains, banners fluttered in the wind as White Tiger Duke Dai Hao led his troops to blockade the region.

Inside the military tent, Title Douluo from the three empires and Elder Xuan from Shrek Academy had all arrived, because they had already cornered the Evil Soul Masters deep within the mountains—it was time for the final decisive battle.

Meanwhile, inside a cave in the Mingdou Mountains.

Bibi Dong, dressed in ordinary civilian women's clothing, held a Grade 8 Soul Tool scythe she had bought at an auction, slung it over her shoulder, and walked out of the cave to gaze at the endless military encampments stretching into the distance.

She smiled faintly, then turned her head: "Don't you feel stifled hiding in the shadows all this time?"

"Hehehe—"

"Madam truly has impressive skills, daring to defy the world by killing Shrek Academy students, annihilating the Heavenly Dragon Sect, and slaying one Title Douluo from each of the three empires. This Humble One admires you."

Sleep Nightmare Douluo cupped his hands and chuckled.

Bibi Dong smiled calmly: "Spare me the nonsense. You're from the Holy Spirit Cult, aren't you?"

"This Humble One is an elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, title: Sleep Nightmare."

"To be blunt, Madam's current situation is grim. The three empires have sent many people and have already surrounded the Mingdou Mountains. Can Madam escape on her own?"

"And what do you suggest?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow, showing interest as she asked.

"I like this attitude of yours, Madam. This Humble One has a way to help you escape this place, on the condition that you join the Holy Spirit Cult."

"The Cult Leader has said that if Madam is willing to enter the sect, he will personally present you with a Grade 9 Soul Tool, and all resources within the cult will be at your disposal."

Sleep Nightmare Douluo let out a strange laugh: "You're just like us—what those people call an Evil Soul Master. They can never tolerate us. The Holy Spirit Cult is where people like us find warmth. I've said my piece; I ask Madam to think carefully before acting."

Bibi Dong was unimpressed inside, but said aloud: "I wonder what method you have to help me escape this predicament?"

"Of course!"

Sleep Nightmare Douluo, thinking Bibi Dong was tempted, immediately took a black briefcase from his Soul Tool ring, entered a password, and opened it.

Inside the black briefcase lay a silver-white missile body, unremarkable in appearance. But upon careful inspection, Bibi Dong's expression darkened.

"This Grade 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell is called Silver Cyclone. It's a masterpiece from a Grade 9 Soul Engineer in our Holy Spirit Cult. Just inject soul power into it to detonate it."

"When the time comes, I'll set it off, and we'll both slip into the Sun Moon Empire. They wouldn't dare set foot there lightly."

"Is that so? Aren't you afraid the three empires of Douluo Continent will pressure the Sun Moon Empire?"

"Pressure? Hahaha—"

Sleep Nightmare Douluo laughed heartily: "Our Cult Leader has his own methods. The mere three empires of Douluo Continent aren't worth a second thought."

"Madam, when do you plan to move?"

"Right now."

She thrust the Grade 8 Soul Tool scythe into the ground. Purple light flickered in her right hand, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was firmly gripped.

"Rakshasa Eye."

Bibi Dong's eyes flooded with purple light. Before Sleep Nightmare Douluo could even react, he was already under her control.

"Master."

Sleep Nightmare Douluo knelt on one knee, his eyes filled with devout reverence.

Bibi Dong smiled faintly: "Wanting me to join the Holy Spirit Cult, even gifting me a Grade 9 Soul Tool—the Holy Spirit Cult truly has deep pockets."

"But you miscalculated. I am the future Rakshasa God, the God of Evil Thoughts. What are your Holy Spirit Cult's so-called Evil Soul Masters in my eyes? If anything, I am your Old Ancestor."

Bibi Dong looked at Sleep Nightmare Douluo, whose face was full of piety, and asked: "Tell me, what is the overall situation of the Holy Spirit Cult?"

"Yes, our Holy Spirit Cult is in..."

Sleep Nightmare Douluo's face twisted in pain. Bibi Dong glanced at him briefly and understood what was happening: "Interesting. There's a restriction in his mind—any mention of Holy Spirit Cult information triggers self-destruction. A petty trick."

Now occupying Sleep Nightmare Douluo's sea of consciousness was "Rakshasa." A small scythe swept through, shattering the restriction.

Sleep Nightmare Douluo's complexion returned to normal, and he continued spilling everything like beans from a bamboo tube: "Our Holy Spirit Cult is located in the Demon Forest, under the protection of the Evil Eye Tyrant Lord. It is composed of key members such as the Supreme Elder, the Great Supplicant, the Cult Leader, and the Deputy Cult Leader. They are..."

Sleep Nightmare Douluo was indeed a high-ranking member of the Holy Spirit Cult. In the time that followed, no matter what Bibi Dong asked, he answered everything.

Soon, Bibi Dong compiled all the information Sleep Nightmare Douluo had revealed about the Holy Spirit Cult into a book.

"Alright, you're of no more use."

"I now command you: take this scythe, put on this human-skin mask, and go die. Make sure you show an expression of mutual destruction, and unleash your strongest combat power. Go."

Bibi Dong waved her hand. Sleep Nightmare Douluo knelt on one knee, put on the human-skin mask to replace Bibi Dong's disguised face, and charged out with the Grade 8 Soul Tool scythe in hand.

"This year's harvest hasn't been bad. I've thrown Douluo Continent into chaos, kept the three empires and Shrek Academy busy, and spread the Holy Spirit Cult's name. It's time to temporarily stop and go back to see my son and daughter. I wonder how their studies are going."

Soon, a great battle erupted outside the cave.

Bibi Dong packed her belongings, stored the Grade 9 Fixed Soul Cannon Shell in her Soul Tool ring, and while everyone's attention was on Sleep Nightmare Douluo, she transformed into a gray light that slipped through the Mingdou Mountains, smoothly entering the Sun Moon Empire.

With that, Bibi Dong had executed her escape and completed the initial accumulation of Snow Hatred Value.

Five hundred and ten thousand Snow Hatred Value—that was the best Bibi Dong could manage in a year.

There was no helping it; every day she was hunted and intercepted by the strong from the three empires and Shrek Academy.

Bibi Dong's targets were again those at the highest levels, even Title Douluo. Being able to annihilate the Heavenly Dragon Sect and slay one Title Douluo from each of the three empires was already considered formidable.

After all, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe was Bibi Dong's most powerful trump card; she could not reveal it lightly.

The next morning, as the first rays of dawn spilled across every corner of Bright Capital.

Before the gates of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy.

Early in the day, the academy's main gates stood wide open.

Many students could not wait to stream out of the campus, each returning to their own home, each seeking their own mother.

Bibi Dong stood among the crowd, watching her two sons and Ye Guyi emerge.

Then, Bibi Dong's expression turned strange.

Because Bibi Dong saw that brat Qin Chuan was holding hands with a delicate-faced little girl, and that little girl still wore a reluctant, clinging look.

After catching Bibi Dong's subtle gaze, Qin Chuan quickly rattled off a long explanation, then walked toward her with a deliberately serious expression.