Stripping Xuan Zi of His Sense of Taste, Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit Reappears

[This round of the arena battle has ended!]

[Winner: Golden Crocodile Douluo. Reward: Soul Spirit Ye Xishui.]

[Loser: Xuan Zi. Punishment: One of his five senses, his sense of taste, has been stripped away.]

Xuan Zi had just returned to Shrek Academy.

Just as he was thinking about how to explain himself to Mu En, his punishment came one after another.

Xuan Zi had no chance to resist!

He felt the tip of his tongue go numb.

His sense of taste was forcibly stripped away in an instant.

"No..."

"Don't take away my sense of taste!"

Xuan Zi panicked.

He hurriedly pulled the wine gourd from his waist and gulped down wine like a madman.

As the mighty Taotie Douluo, he could never stop himself from eating and drinking.

Without his sense of taste, he couldn't even imagine how he would get through the days ahead.

He would rather go blind or deaf than lose his sense of taste.

Unfortunately...

Xuan Zi's wails couldn't change a thing.

After a big gulp of wine went down his throat,

Xuan Zi's face went utterly lifeless.

He couldn't taste a thing.

The strongest liquor tasted just like plain water—bland and flavorless.

Xuan Zi grabbed a chicken leg!

He wanted to feast on it as he always did.

But the moment he took his first bite, it felt as if he were chewing on a candle.

"My sense of taste is gone!"

"No... I won't accept this!"

Xuan Zi's world came crashing down.

At his age, he nearly burst into tears.

Without his sense of taste, how could he enjoy fine food and wine from now on?

Imagine eating a whole table of tasteless, colorless food every day. How was that any different from torture?

What was more, Xuan Zi was an enormous glutton.

He was extremely picky about food.

Years of binge eating and drinking had made him even more particular.

Now, he had suddenly fallen from heaven straight into hell.

How could Xuan Zi possibly accept such a fall?

"Xuan Zi, every cause has its effect. You brought this on yourself."

Mu En had appeared behind Xuan Zi at some point.

Looking at his successor's bloodshot eyes, he could only shake his head helplessly.

If Xuan Zi hadn't stumbled into battle drunk,

Golden Crocodile Douluo might not have won that fight.

If Xuan Zi hadn't lost, he wouldn't have been punished.

In the end, Xuan Zi had only himself to blame for the state he was in.

In the past, Xuan Zi's drunken mistakes had hurt other people.

Now, the boomerang had finally come back around and hit him.

"Uncle-Master, is there any way to restore my sense of taste?"

Xuan Zi refused to give up and still wanted to fight it.

But Mu En shook his head, crushing Xuan Zi's last hope.

Not even a Soul Master with Nine Heart Begonia could change something like this.

Still, Mu En didn't think losing his sense of taste was necessarily a bad thing for Xuan Zi.

At least now, Xuan Zi could finally quit drinking.

Mu En had tried to get Xuan Zi to give up alcohol more than once.

Whenever Xuan Zi drank, he caused trouble and dragged others down with him.

But Xuan Zi was stubborn to the core and refused to quit.

Now that his sense of taste was gone,

even if he wanted to drink, he probably wouldn't feel like it.

If this made Xuan Zi quit for good, then perhaps it would turn out to be a blessing in disguise.

A sober Xuan Zi was someone even Mu En would have to regard in a new light.

Xuan Zi looked utterly lifeless.

He kept draining his wine gourd, wanting nothing more than to sleep for three days and three nights.

All he wanted now was to escape reality.

Although his wine had no flavor anymore, he could still get blackout drunk.

Seeing Xuan Zi give up on himself, Mu En was instantly furious.

Xuan Zi had just gotten into trouble because of drinking. It would have been bad enough if he refused to mend his ways, but now he wanted to drown his sorrows and run from reality.

A leopard couldn't change its spots.

"Bastard, you're still drinking..."

"Have you already forgotten the lesson you just learned?"

Mu En was so angry he could have died.

Was quitting alcohol really that hard?

Xuan Zi was the successor in whom he had placed his highest hopes. How could he possibly feel at ease seeing him give up on himself like this?

Mu En grabbed Xuan Zi and decided to take him back to Sea God Pavilion to teach him a proper lesson.

This time, he wouldn't indulge him anymore.

He didn't have many years left to live.

If Xuan Zi still refused to shape up, Shrek Academy would surely decline little by little.

Elsewhere, at the Holy Spirit Cult.

Zhongli Wu and the others didn't care in the slightest about Xuan Zi's performance or punishment.

They were enemies of Shrek Academy to begin with.

The worse Xuan Zi did and the harsher his punishment, the better it was for the Holy Spirit Cult.

But now, Zhongli Wu and the others couldn't feel happy at all. They had no desire to gloat.

Because Golden Crocodile Douluo's reward was none other than Ye Xishui, transformed into a Soul Spirit.

Zhongli Wu was stunned.

He had been hoping to claim Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit himself.

That way, Ye Xishui could at least keep contributing to the Holy Spirit Cult.

Long Xiaoyao's heart could remain bound to the Holy Spirit Cult, too.

But who could have expected that Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit would end up in Golden Crocodile Douluo's hands?

Seeing this, Zhongli Wu felt as if the sky had fallen.

Given how much the Angel Clan despised Evil Soul Masters,

Zhongli Wu couldn't imagine what Golden Crocodile Douluo would do to Ye Xishui!

"Damn it!"

"Why did Xishui's Soul Spirit have to fall into Spirit Hall's hands?"

Long Xiaoyao was even more frantic than Zhongli Wu.

Before this, Ye Xishui's transformation into a Soul Spirit had at least given Long Xiaoyao something to hope for.

It meant that one day, Ye Xishui might have a chance to return to his side.

Even if she had become a Soul Spirit, Long Xiaoyao was willing to protect her for all eternity, never leaving or forsaking her.

But now, that hope had been shattered.

Long Xiaoyao didn't dare imagine what kind of torment Ye Xishui would suffer in Golden Crocodile Douluo's hands.

Long Xiaoyao knew better than anyone how many evil deeds Ye Xishui had committed.

In a word, her record was atrocious.

Golden Crocodile Douluo might be able to tolerate Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit.

But Qian Daoliu was another matter.

Qian Daoliu's murderous intent toward Ye Xishui had surged like a mighty river.

Especially after learning that the Death God Tower Ye Xishui had created used countless vengeful spirits as its energy source,

Qian Daoliu had wanted nothing more than to cross through time and cleave the entire Holy Spirit Cult in two.

"Xishui, it's all my fault for being powerless and failing to protect you."

"If Spirit Hall dares to harm your Soul Spirit, I'll destroy it at any cost."

Long Xiaoyao clenched his fists, praying for Ye Xishui over and over in his heart.

The Worship Hall...

With the aid of the Soul Spirit, the bottleneck that Golden Crocodile Douluo had been stuck at for years finally began to loosen.

His aura surged.

His Soul Power reached level 99, the Limit Douluo realm.

He had always been missing one stroke of luck.

Now, with Ye Xishui as his Soul Spirit,

Golden Crocodile Douluo had naturally crossed the threshold with ease.

However, looking at Ye Xishui floating before him, Golden Crocodile Douluo found himself in a quandary.

He knew very well how much Qian Daoliu despised Ye Xishui.

As a member of the Worship Hall, he was supposed to uphold the Angel Clan's ideals.

But Golden Crocodile Douluo had fought so hard to cross the level 99 threshold.

He found it hard to give up.

If he cut down Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit right then and there,

Golden Crocodile Douluo feared he would immediately fall back below the threshold.

Just as Golden Crocodile Douluo was struggling with what to do, Qian Daoliu appeared.

The moment Qian Daoliu arrived, his gaze locked firmly onto Ye Xishui.

His eyes blazed like the scorching sun.

Under his stare, Ye Xishui felt deeply uncomfortable and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.