After Mu En finished speaking, he let out a long sigh.
At his words, a shadowy glint flashed through Yan Shaozhe's eyes. "Elder Mu, since the Six-Winged Angel has made an enemy of us, why not send someone to eliminate him? We could have our Supervision Group restore the balance."
"If we let the Six-Winged Angel grow, he could very well overthrow Shrek and rebuild Spirit Hall."
"He has a god-level Martial Soul and the genuine potential to become a god. We should kill him in the cradle. That way, Shrek can pass down its legacy for another ten thousand years."
Mu En shook his head. "That won't do, Shaozhe. Don't be so hostile toward the Angel Clan. Spirit Hall isn't as evil as you imagine. A thousand years ago, the Sea God and Spirit Hall simply had different ideals."
"The Six-Winged Angel Clan grows stronger by slaying Evil Soul Masters and gaining merit and faith. They're born with the ability to track Evil Soul Masters—something our Supervision Group lacks."
"They're helping the continent rid itself of vermin. As the continent's representatives, why should we stand in their way?"
"Even if this child can't become one of Shrek's people, he must never become Shrek's enemy. Otherwise, he'll drag the academy into the abyss. We need to do our best to befriend Angel Soul Masters. Do you understand?"
"As for Dai Yueheng and Dai Huabin, they've damaged the academy's reputation. Put them in solitary confinement for a month. If they come to their senses, let them out. If they don't, graduate them immediately and send them back to the White Tiger Duke. They can figure things out on the battlefield."
Yan Shaozhe cupped his hands respectfully. "Understood."
Mu En waved a hand. "You may leave. I hope Xuan Zi doesn't run into any more trouble while leading the team this time."
Yan Shaozhe quietly left the inner courtyard, with no intention of following Elder Mu's instructions. This wasn't the first time he'd paid lip service to Mu En, and even when the old man caught him, he'd never been punished.
In Yan Shaozhe's eyes, Mu En had grown senile. He was turning against his own people to defend the Angel Clan.
They were nothing but a pack of dogs who wanted to rule the continent.
What nonsense about helping the continent rid itself of vermin, about being its protectors and heroes.
Those were just excuses cooked up by the hypocritical Angel Soul Masters. They were ambitious as could be, yet insisted on acting in the name of justice.
Yan Shaozhe despised the Angel Clan most of all—a bunch of self-righteous hypocrites.
Shrek's Supervision Group was all the continent needed. They would deal with Evil Soul Masters. Why should the Six-Winged Angel steal the spotlight?
One day later, at the outskirts of Star Dou Forest.
Ye Que and the Titled Douluo from the Body Sect had flown at top speed the entire way, without stopping for so much as a bite to eat. At last, they reached the entrance to Star Dou Forest.
"Everyone, take a break and eat something to get yourselves back in shape. The task ahead is extremely demanding, and we won't have another chance to recover."
Du Busi stepped forward with his hands behind his back, his voice frighteningly calm.
After speaking, he took out some braised beef he'd prepared earlier and began chewing, replenishing his body's energy.
The other powerful members of the Body Sect opened their Storage Soul Tools and took out provisions as well.
The sect master had already explained the Soul Hunting mission on the way.
They had to capture two extremely rare Soul Beasts with attributes not seen in a hundred and fifty thousand years. They couldn't afford even the slightest mistake, and they had to finish before Beast God Di Tian noticed them.
If anything went wrong, the Ferocious Beasts of Star Dou would fight them to the death.
Nearby, Dragon Subduing Douluo and Guangyu Douluo took out provisions too, along with Milk Bottles to replenish their Soul Power.
Normally, Titled Douluo didn't need to replenish the energy their bodies used up. But to leave nothing to chance, neither powerhouse dared be careless.
"Young Master, let's eat something too!"
Yu Mengdi took some prepared meat pies from her Storage Soul Tool and offered them to Ye Que with a smile.
They didn't taste very good, but they were packed with energy.
"All right."
Ye Que took the provisions and bit into them, only to find them sticking in his throat, nearly impossible to swallow.
The food he'd eaten every day in the past just didn't seem as good anymore.
He put the provisions away, then took fresh ingredients from his Storage Soul Tool one by one. With a snap of his fingers, flames rose from the mound of earth in front of him.
Ye Que threaded fresh pork onto the Angel God Sword and grinned. "Let's have some barbecue instead."
Yu Mengdi's eyes lit up. Suddenly, the provisions didn't seem appetizing at all.
Dry food couldn't compare to barbecue, especially when it was cooked by the young master. She had to try it.
Seeing this, Du Busi frowned. "Young Ye, you're grilling meat now? You're making this very hard for me..."
He looked down at the braised beef in his hand. Suddenly, it didn't seem appetizing anymore.
As Ye Que sprinkled on seasoning, he said, "We can all have some when it's done. It won't take long—just a few minutes."
Du Busi could only nod. "True. I'm just too tense. Everyone, sit down and grill something to eat."
With the sect master's approval, a dozen burly men gathered around, took out fresh ingredients, and started barbecuing.
Ye Que's grilled meat smelled so good that he ended up handling every step of the process.
Du Busi merely watched from the side, but the aroma reached him all the same. His throat bobbed.
Young Ye was that good at cooking? He already had the makings of a master chef.
Before long, the sizzling, glistening meat was dusted with cumin and chili powder. The aroma filled the air, making everyone's mouths water.
"I'm the sect master, so I get first pick!"
Du Busi snatched a skewer off the Angel God Sword. He blew on it as he ate, then declared, "Delicious! Absolutely delicious! After tasting Young Ye's barbecue, I never want to eat provisions again."
Ye Que gnawed on a roasted rabbit. He didn't say a word, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Now this was a sense of accomplishment.
Compared with his skewers, Huo Gua's grilled fish was way off the mark.
Nearby, Yu Mengdi picked up a skewer of pork jowl and ate until grease shone on her lips. "Young Master, this is so delicious!"
Guangyu Douluo and Dragon Subduing Douluo praised it highly too.
What a talent!
Skewers grilled on the Angel God Sword really did taste different.
A country bumpkin finally getting a taste of city food.
After living for more than half their lives, they were tasting a whole new kind of barbecue for the first time.
Seeing them enjoy it so much, the powerful members of the Body Sect couldn't help grabbing skewers too.
Could it really be that good? Golden Body Douluo Jin Peng didn't believe it. He picked up a roasted ear of corn and took a bite. The spicy, fragrant flavors burst across his tongue, juices splattered, and the kernels were wonderfully chewy.
Jin Peng froze. Tears streamed down his face.
So good! It was so, so good!
How could anything in the world taste this good?
Why hadn't the sect master introduced him to Ye Que sooner? It was a crime to keep such a treasure hidden.
This was Grandma's cooking!
"If you're eating, then eat. Why are you crying, Jin Peng?" Du Busi wiped his mouth and asked, puzzled.
He was a grown man, and he was crying over a cob of corn. How embarrassing.
Jin Peng wiped his eyes and sniffled. "Sect master, you don't know the story behind this corn. Let me tell you about my childhood."
"I was born a commoner and grew up at my grandmother's house. We were poor, so back then all we could eat was coarse grain and corn. White Dan Wine, four dan and eight... We ate it that way all year."
"To be honest, my grandmother has been gone for so many years. I never thought I'd taste this flavor again. Wuwuwu..."
Hearing this, Du Busi gave a long look to the old companion who'd been by his side for so many years.
Who would've thought a cob of corn could taste like home to you? Should I build you a stage so you can perform for three days and three nights?
Just what kind of magic had Young Ye worked on that corn to make Jin Peng cry?
Du Busi said nothing more. He let Jin Peng keep eating and crying.
The other powerful members of the Body Sect heard him and stared at the skewers in their hands, their thoughts drifting back to childhood.
This really was... the taste of Dad!
Wuwuwu...
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