Xuan Zi Has No Lingering Doubts

"Saintess, Saintess, this is the aura of the Saintess!"

"As long as I can bring this information back, this merit will be enough for me to enter the Holy Spirit Cult!"

Facing Ma Xiaotao's pursuit, the Death Messenger felt no fear; instead, his expression flushed with excitement.

He wanted to advance his standing too badly!

Ever since he learned that the Evil Soul Masters had an organization, he had wanted to join them. Yet, despite calling himself a Death Messenger, he had never been given a position of importance, which was why he had come to the Douluo Three Kingdoms.

His goal was to commit an act that would shock the continent, thereby making a name for himself and forcing the upper echelons of the Holy Spirit Cult to take notice.

With his painstakingly collected corpses destroyed and years of savings wiped out in an instant, the Death Messenger had thought he would never catch the eye of the Holy Spirit Cult's leadership. He never expected to encounter that legend from the Holy Spirit Cult right here.

The Saintess—she truly existed!

The Death Messenger used the terrain to flee frantically.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows; he had long since prepared several escape routes here.

As for Xuan Zi, being a level 98 Super Douluo, it was unclear whether he had been blinded by rage or something else, but he stopped using soul skills or spiritual power. Instead, he turned into a human excavator, digging through the earth frantically as he chased after the Death Messenger.

And then, he lost him.

Not far away, Jin Heng watched this scene and finally understood why his Young Master privately referred to Xuan Zi as the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult.

After witnessing this, he also harbored serious doubts about Xuan Zi's true allegiance.

As for why he was here, it was naturally arranged by the Young Master.

He had long since grown accustomed to the Young Master's inscrutable ways and did not bother to get to the bottom of them.

Seeing the Evil Soul Master whom Xuan Zi had lost, Jin Heng seemed to understand what the Young Master had intended.

"Sixth Soul Skill, Gravity Stomp!"

Jin Heng hovered in mid-air, a phantom of a Golden Crocodile appearing faintly behind him, before he slammed into the ground with immense power.

"Boom!"

Following a dull thud, a fissure appeared on the ground. The fleeing Death Messenger was locked in place by this force, and in the next moment, he was suppressed into a deep pit in the earth, unable to break free no matter how much he struggled.

Xuan Zi sensed the anomaly and arrived late, just in time to witness this scene.

Recalling what he had said to Jin Heng not long ago, his old face flushed bright red at the current situation.

This old guy, do his emotions really shift this quickly?

Seeing this, Jin Heng became even more bewildered.

Through the communication Soul Tool with the Young Master, he had been constantly monitoring the situation around Ning Que to prevent any accidents, knowing he could head over at any time. Throughout this process, he had been clearly aware of everything happening around the Young Master.

Xuan Zi had committed such a major blunder; moments ago he was filled with sorrow, guilt, and grief, followed by rage. How could his other emotions vanish in the blink of an eye upon seeing him capture this Evil Soul Master, replaced only by shame and anger?

Shame at his own loss of face, and anger that his kill had been stolen.

No matter how a person's emotions change, there should at least be a process.

But Xuan Zi had none.

In the blink of an eye, all previous anger and guilt were gone.

Jin Heng suddenly felt that there was a reason Xuan Zi was able to cultivate to level 98.

A person like him simply did not have any so-called mental knots.

Jin Heng glanced at the Evil Soul Master pinned to the ground and turned to leave.

He did not continue to provoke Xuan Zi at this moment.

After experiencing so many things, Xuan Zi's emotions were highly unstable. If Xuan Zi were truly driven mad and decided to attack him, he was alone, and something unexpected might actually happen.

As for that Evil Soul Master, he did not take him back to serve as cultivation resources for Ye Guyi as he had before, but left him for Xuan Zi.

He left as soon as the task was done, hiding his merit and fame.

"He... what does he mean by this..."

Watching the direction in which Ning Que departed, Xuan Zi felt as if he had suffered unprecedented humiliation.

This silent response was the ultimate contempt!

Coupled with his own confident guarantees from earlier, the contrast felt as if his face were being ground into the dirt.

To kill the person and then destroy their heart!

For a moment, Xuan Zi's expression turned ferocious, his eyes bloodshot, and he breathed like an ox!

Yet, he had to suppress the raging fire in his heart and lower his head to accept this gift.

If... if he returned empty-handed, not only would he have failed to protect the children, but he would also have failed to help them exact revenge.

Xuan Zi could not imagine how the others would look at him then.

In the end, Xuan Zi swallowed his pride and accepted the other's help.

Because of Xuan Zi, those at Ning Que's location suffered secondary damage.

Gongyang Mo, whose injuries were not originally severe, was struck by a giant boulder and nearly lost his life on the spot.

"A-Que, I owe you two lives in a single day."

"If it weren't for the defensive Soul Tool you gave me, I might already be dead. And if you hadn't warned me in time..."

"This debt of gratitude is too great to repay. How about I offer myself to you instead?"

Gongyang Mo ignored his own injuries, joking with Ning Que while helping the others heal.

Though it sounded like a joke, was it not also laced with a few genuine thoughts from his heart?

This encounter had not only left him with an unrepayable debt to Ning Que, but it had also filled him with disappointment toward Xuan Zi.

If this was the kind of existence that would lead Shrek Academy in the future, was it truly right to remain there?

However, he had rejected Ning Que's repeated attempts to recruit him in the past; now, wanting to switch allegiances, he found it somewhat difficult to open his mouth.

"Just focus on healing your wounds!"

Ning Que rolled his eyes at Gongyang Mo and tossed him a bottle of healing pills.

He had yet to add a healing-type Soul Ring to his own repertoire, so he naturally carried healing pills on his person at all times.

As for the deeper meaning hidden behind Gongyang Mo's joke, he had vaguely sensed it, but now was not the time.

He had not yet completely lost hope in Shrek Academy; without experiencing a true contrast, it would be difficult for Gongyang Mo to be truly loyal even if he joined the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

Immediately after, Ning Que gave Chen Zifeng and Xi Xi each a bottle of healing medicine.

"Many thanks!"

Chen Zifeng did not say much, but he had already made up his mind to accept Ning Que's recruitment.

Once he graduated from the academy, he would join the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect.

The weight of this favor was simply too heavy.

As for Xi Xi, she had already given a clear answer in private long ago.

Just as they were treating one another, Xuan Zi finally returned.

He was dragging the Evil Soul Master by the hand.

In an instant, everyone's gaze converged upon Xuan Zi.

Xuan Zi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he did not know how to begin.