Chapter 36

Leng Yaozhu had already turned around, her stunningly beautiful face flushing slightly, as if nothing had happened at all.

Then.

Her gaze fell upon Nanali, who stood to the side.

That gaze instantly became meaningful.

She looked at Nanali, then back at Luo Yang, her eyes filled with inquiry.

Who is this little girl?

Luo Yang snapped back to his senses, smiled slightly, walked to Leng Yaozhu's side, lowered his voice, and spoke a few quick words in a volume only the two of them could hear.

People from the Holy Spirit Cult?!

Interesting, to think they would dare to snatch the disciple I have set my sights on.

Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow, the smile on her face unchanged, but the way she looked at Nanali changed in an instant.

That gaze was like a female dragon scrutinizing prey that had trespassed into her territory.

Nanali's entire body stiffened, her hair standing on end.

This woman... is even more terrifying than that angel!

Leng Yaozhu, however, had already returned to her gentle and elegant demeanor. She walked up to Nanali, bent down, and gently patted her head, her smile so tender it could melt:

"Hello there."

But Nanali's fear did not diminish; instead, it skyrocketed!

Because with every stroke of that hand, there was a faint, lingering pressure of Limit Douluo-level soul power, as if silently declaring:

I know who you are.

Don't move, or else—

Die.

Nanali stiffly squeezed out a smile that looked worse than crying, her voice trembling:

"H-hello..."

Leng Yaozhu's smile deepened.

That smile made Nanali feel as though she were one step closer to death.

Only one thought roared frantically in her mind:

I want to go home! I'm done with this! Qiangu Zhangting, you idiot, you've killed me!!!

Wuwuwuwu...

Meanwhile, in front of the main entrance of the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.

Qiangu Zhangting paced back and forth, his excitement barely contained.

He had been waiting here for nearly two hours.

Thinking about how that little bastard Luo Yang was likely already dead at the hands of the Evil Soul Master, torn to pieces, and left without a corpse, he couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

Dare to steal my spirit soul?

Dare to make me lose face in public?

This is the price!

"Good riddance... well deserved... that's what you get for offending me..."

A cruel smirk curled the corners of Qiangu Zhangting's mouth.

When that bitch Leng Yaozhu discovers her disciple is dead, I wonder what her expression will be? It must be very interesting, right?

Maybe she'll even cry? That cold, icy woman should have a unique charm when she cries...

He was immersed in his pleasant fantasies, the smile on his face becoming increasingly twisted.

Then, he saw something.

In the distance, several figures were slowly walking toward the Spirit Pagoda.

The figure in the crimson dress leading the way was Leng Yaozhu.

And the black-haired, black-eyed youth beside her.

It was Luo Yang!

Qiangu Zhangting's smile froze on his face instantly.

How is this possible?!

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the figure drawing closer, doubting if he was hallucinating.

How could he still be alive?!

And—

Lady Nanali, why is she here too?!

Qiangu Zhangting saw the petite figure behind Luo Yang clearly.

Twin tails, a gothic black dress—she was the very assassin he had hired for the price of three hundred soul beasts!

How could she be walking alongside Luo Yang?!

What on earth had happened?!

Qiangu Zhangting's mind went blank, leaving only a surge of frantic questions churning within.

Just then, Luo Yang's gaze landed precisely upon him.

Their eyes met.

Luo Yang stopped in his tracks, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Qiangu Zhangting, who was standing before the entrance of the Spirit Pagoda.

Then, he smiled.

The smile was faint, light, and could even be described as "gentle."

But in Qiangu Zhangting's eyes, that smile clearly spelled out four words:

I know.

I know it was you.

I know you were waiting here for me to die.

I know everything.

Qiangu Zhangting's pupils contracted sharply, and a wave of intense terror surged from the soles of his feet straight to his crown!

No way...

It's impossible for him to know...

I didn't leave any evidence behind...

And Lady Nanali couldn't possibly have betrayed me...

However, Luo Yang simply smiled like that, glanced at him, then shifted his gaze away and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

Leng Yaozhu also glanced at Qiangu Zhangting; her gaze was colder than ice, yet she said nothing.

Yuanen Yehui didn't notice him at all.

Ye Guyi didn't even look his way.

On the contrary, Nanali glared fiercely at Qiangu Zhangting.

You idiot, I'm in this state all because of you!

Once I escape the clutches of these people, you're going to pay!

The group walked right past him, entered the Spirit Pagoda, and vanished behind the doors.

Leaving Qiangu Zhangting alone, frozen in place.

He suddenly realized that his life might be in danger.

Grandfather, save me!!!

On the top floor of the Spirit Pagoda, in Leng Yaozhu's private living quarters.

Upon returning to the room, Leng Yaozhu immediately activated all the isolation arrays.

She sat on the sofa, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest as her gaze swept over Luo Yang, Yuanen Yehui, Ye Guyi, and Nanali.

Finally, her eyes settled on Luo Yang.

"Speak," she said. "What is going on with the Holy Spirit Cult?"

"Aunt Leng, I have no idea what those lunatics in the Holy Spirit Cult are planning, or why they insisted on choosing me to be their Holy Son." Luo Yang wore an innocent expression.

How did the saying go? Once an Evil Soul Master, always an Evil Soul Master.

Once you become an Evil Soul Master, there is no turning back.

He really didn't want to be the Holy Son of that damn Holy Spirit Cult.

"Regardless, the Holy Spirit Cult is an organization that will stop at nothing to achieve its goals. If their leader has truly chosen you as the Holy Son, they will use every means necessary to drag you back to the Holy Spirit Cult."

Leng Yaozhu's expression was grave.

What kind of mess is this!!

Luo Yang felt his head throbbing.

Yuanen Yehui chuckled secretly from the side.

Although it was indeed a bad thing that Luo Yang had been targeted by that Holy Spirit Cult, seeing him look so miserable made her want to laugh for some reason.

"Don't worry, as long as you are in Shrek City, right under my nose, those rats from the Holy Spirit Cult who hide in the shadows won't dare to come near." Leng Yaozhu comforted him.

Then, her tone shifted as she looked toward Nanali in the corner.

"Beyond that, the most important question is who this person really is..."

Nanali stiffened. Even though she had tried her best to minimize her presence, she felt as if everyone's gaze was fixed upon her at this very moment.

Ye Guyi's gaze, in particular, felt like a tangible blade, piercing her soul until it trembled.

"Aunt Leng," Luo Yang said slowly, "I suspect that this young girl, Nanali, is none other than one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Holy Spirit Cult: the Dark Bell."

The air froze instantly.

Leng Yaozhu's gaze turned sharp as a knife.

Yuanen Yehui's eyes widened, and she instinctively took a step back.

A faint golden light emerged around Ye Guyi once more, her cold eyes locked onto Nanali.

Nanali: "..."

At this moment, she just wanted to drop dead on the spot.