Oscar Let Himself Go, Ma Hongjun's Soul Was Broken by the Holy Spirit Cult

Even someone who was practically at death's door could be targeted.

The Dai Clan truly declined with each generation.

She, Zhu Zhuqing, had been wise all her life, so how had such a freak emerged among her descendants?

"Enough. There's nothing more to see. Let's go."

Zhu Zhuqing no longer wanted to stay here.

She only wanted to cultivate properly, enroll in Shrek Academy, temper herself, and strive to inherit the God of Speed's Godhood as soon as possible.

"Zhu Lu, what about our marriage alliance?" Dai Huabin looked at her with some unease and nervousness.

The intended partner for Zhu Lu's marriage alliance this time—

Although Dai Huabin had displayed talent no weaker than that of his older brother, Dai Yueheng, among those of the same age.

And was close to Zhu Lu in age, making it easier for them to develop feelings.

The White Tiger Duchess was more inclined toward him.

But the true choice still lay with the Zhu Clan, with Zhu Lu.

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing and simply left.

A shadow flashed deep in the eyes of the naturally arrogant Dai Huabin. Was I rejected?

At the same time, it stirred his competitive spirit.

Zhu Lu, Zhu Lu—

No matter how proud you are, for the inheritance rights of the White Tiger Duke Mansion, this young master will stop at nothing to win you over.

Meanwhile, Oscar and Ma Hongjun had also been 'reborn.'

Oscar had been reborn as He Caitou, the disciple of Fan Yu, a core teacher in Shrek Academy's Spirit Guidance Department.

A dark-skinned, bald man over two meters tall.

Like the previous five, after experiencing his initial panic.

He discovered that he was powerless to change the fact of his rebirth.

He decided to rely on his own 'efforts' to return to the God Realm.

But before that, after holding himself back for ten thousand years.

He decided to vent.

Thus, Oscar went to the brothels of Shrek City and began indulging himself night after night without restraint.

Yet he did not realize in the slightest that many Shrek Academy students had seen him.

Thus came the nickname 'Brothel Caitou.'

Compared to Oscar, Ma Hongjun had it far worse.

In some ways, he had it even worse than Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu had merely entered the wrong door.

He had gained an extra door.

He had also been 'reborn.'

'Reborn' as a level ninety-seven Super Douluo.

And he even held great authority.

He was the second-in-command of a major faction.

But only publicly.

And he was also a woman.

After crossing over and spending ten thousand years pretending, having lost his beloved, he went through a spell of panic.

Then he learned his current identity from his subordinates.

Feng Ling, vice leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Just as he wanted to investigate the vice leader's voluptuous, delicate body.

With a bang, a man holding a blood-red scythe, with bright red short hair and a dark bone-armored robe, pushed open the door and walked in.

It was none other than Zhongli Wu, leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.

A level ninety-eight Super Douluo.

Seeing that his wife Feng Ling's hand had already slipped inside her clothes, and having only recently returned after subduing the Bone Dragon King.

After holding himself back for ten years.

His interest was immediately aroused.

Without another word, he tore off his bone-armored robe.

Tossed aside his blood-red scythe.

And pounced.

Ma Hongjun wanted to resist, but Zhongli Wu had modified Feng Ling's body.

His resistance was not only useless.

It instead completely enraged Zhongli Wu.

After a vicious beating.

Ma Hongjun shed tears of humiliation.

And over the next several days, he lived the same hellish life as the Brothel Phoenix from his previous life.

Thus.

Without exception, all of the Seven Devils who had become gods descended to the lower realm.

Gu Yuan knew nothing of the seven gods' descent.

If he had known, he would likely have been overjoyed.

After all, for a transmigrator like him.

With no God King Tang watching from above, it was the greatest blessing.

He could finally develop himself without restraint.

He cultivated the combat techniques recorded in the Ice Emperor Canon all the way.

While heading north.

And incidentally fighting crime to fill his own purse.

After more than two months of travel.

He finally arrived within the region of the Far North.

Amid the vast white snow, a slender, upright white figure walked across the snowy ground.

He wore a white cloak over a simple, fitted blue outfit.

Though his appearance could not be seen clearly, the faintly visible face beneath the cloak was sharply defined and profound, handsome as though carved by a blade, with sword-like brows and starry eyes.

It was none other than Gu Yuan.

That cup of fine wine from God King Tang had worked even better than he had imagined.

He had already reached level twenty.

Starting from Las City in the Star Luo Empire, he had crossed the Dou Ling Empire and Heavenly Soul, ultimately arriving in the Far North.

Along the way, starved corpses littered the land and bandits ran rampant.

One word stood out above all else: chaos.

"What a trash country. What a dark era."

After sighing inwardly, Gu Yuan continued north.

After crossing a snowfield.

Gu Yuan looked around.

Then, out of habit, released a chill to sense the surrounding situation.

This was an ice-attribute battle energy release technique recorded in the Ice Emperor Canon. By releasing cold energy, one could sense enemies from an extreme distance and even predict an opponent's movements in advance.

It had much in common with Huo Yuhao's Spirit Detection.

Although Gu Yuan could not yet release ice-attribute Soul Power.

With the aid of Element Control, however, he could achieve this by drawing upon the ice-attribute energy between heaven and earth.

Through the feedback from the chill, he sensed a group approaching from his right.

"Move it. Don't just stand there—walk."

"I'm talking to you. You want a beating?"

"Move faster. Before you freeze into ice blocks, you must deliver this batch of goods."

"Did you hear me? Hurry, hurry! I'm freezing my damn ass off..."

Long whips cracked across the snow, scattering snowflakes in every direction.

This was a group of mercenaries armed with blades and axes, escorting a batch of Far North natives to serve as slaves and playthings for nobles.

Suddenly.

A young girl, perhaps frightened or perhaps simply too weak, fell to the ground and said to a mercenary:

"I'm so hungry. Could you give me something to eat?"

The mercenaries transporting the natives had long since run out of food, and with the bitter cold, their tempers had grown violent.

One mercenary was about to raise his whip and lash the girl when his motion abruptly stopped. At the same time, a calm voice sounded:

"I'll take these people. You may leave."

Amid the white snow, the mercenaries saw a young man in white robes gripping that mercenary's arm.

"Second Boss, someone's here."

One mercenary said.

"Get lost. I'm not blind."

The mercenary addressed as Second Boss was a fierce-looking middle-aged man.

His weapon was a large saber, which he pointed straight at the white-robed man as he cursed:

"What are you? Get lost if you know what's good for you. This batch of goods isn't something you can afford to enjoy."

Gu Yuan ignored him, casually tossing away the mercenary who had intended to whip the girl before turning his gaze toward her, where she had fallen in the snow.

She had a graceful figure and skin as smooth as jade, soft and lustrous. Her cherry lips were naturally crimson and alluring, while two strands of hair by her cheeks brushed softly across her face in the wind. Together with the side braid resting over her right shoulder, they added several touches of enticing charm.

Gu Yuan had seen quite a few beauties along the way, yet few could compare with her.

Of course, that did not mean he could not move when he saw a beautiful woman.

It was simply an appreciation for beautiful things.