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

[The arena battle has concluded!]

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

[Loser: Xuan Zi. Penalty: Deprivation of one of the five senses—taste.]

Xuan Zi had just returned to Shrek Academy.

As he was contemplating how to explain the situation to Mu En, the penalty followed immediately.

It gave Xuan Zi no room to resist!

Xuan Zi felt a sudden numbness at the tip of his tongue.

His sense of taste was forcibly stripped away.

"No..."

"Do not take away my sense of taste!"

Xuan Zi panicked.

He hurriedly unhooked the wine gourd from his waist and frantically poured the liquor into his mouth.

As the dignified Taotie Douluo, he could never stop eating and drinking in his daily life.

If he lost his sense of taste, Xuan Zi could not even imagine how he would go on living.

He would rather be blind or deaf than have his sense of taste taken away.

Unfortunately...

Xuan Zi's wails could not change a thing.

As a large gulp of wine entered his stomach.

Xuan Zi immediately wore an expression of utter despair.

Because at this moment, he could not taste anything at all.

Drinking the strongest liquor was just like drinking plain water—tasteless and bland.

Xuan Zi grabbed a chicken leg!

He wanted to feast as he usually did.

But the moment he took the first bite of the chicken meat, Xuan Zi felt as if he were chewing on a candle.

"My sense of taste is gone!"

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

Xuan Zi's composure shattered.

At his advanced age, he was on the verge of tears.

Without his sense of taste, how could he enjoy fine food and wine in the future?

Just imagine, eating a pile of colorless and tasteless things every day—how is that any different from suffering?

What's more, Xuan Zi was a man who loved to eat.

He was extremely picky when it came to food.

Over the years, his binge eating had made his palate quite refined.

Now, suddenly falling from heaven to hell.

How could Xuan Zi accept such a disparity?

"Xuan Zi, every cause has an effect; this is all of your own doing."

Mu En appeared behind Xuan Zi at some point.

Looking at his successor with bloodshot eyes, he shook his head helplessly.

If Xuan Zi hadn't entered the arena while drunk.

Then in this battle, Golden Crocodile Douluo might not have necessarily won.

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

Ultimately, the fate Xuan Zi had fallen into was entirely his own fault.

In the past, when Xuan Zi's drinking caused trouble, it was others who suffered.

Now, the boomerang had finally landed on himself.

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

Xuan Zi refused to give up, still wanting to struggle a bit.

But Mu En shook his head, extinguishing the last shred of hope in Xuan Zi's heart.

Even if a Soul Master of the Nine Heart Begonia were to come, such a thing could not be changed.

However, Mu En felt that Xuan Zi being deprived of his sense of taste was not necessarily a bad thing.

At the very least, Xuan Zi could quit drinking from now on.

Mu En had wanted Xuan Zi to quit drinking more than once.

Whenever Xuan Zi drank, he would bungle things and drag many people down with him.

Yet, Xuan Zi was incorrigible and simply refused to give up the bottle.

Now, he had lost his sense of taste.

Even if Xuan Zi wanted to drink, he likely lacked the mood for it.

If Xuan Zi could quit drinking entirely because of this, it could be considered a blessing in disguise.

A sober Xuan Zi was someone even Mu En would have to look at with new eyes.

Xuan Zi felt that life was meaningless.

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

Right now, he just wanted to escape reality.

Although drinking no longer had any flavor, he could still manage to get dead drunk.

Seeing Xuan Zi wallowing in self-pity, Mu En was instantly incensed.

Having just bungled things because of alcohol, it was bad enough that Xuan Zi wouldn't turn over a new leaf, but he actually wanted to drown his sorrows and escape reality.

It was truly a case of a dog unable to change its habit of eating dung.

"You bastard, still drinking..."

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

Mu En was truly going to be angered to death by Xuan Zi.

Was quitting drinking really that difficult?

Xuan Zi was the successor he had pinned his high hopes on; how could he rest easy when the man was so self-destructive?

Mu En grabbed Xuan Zi, deciding to take him back to the Sea God Pavilion for a proper lecture.

He would not indulge the other party this time.

He didn't have many years left to live.

If Xuan Zi didn't pull himself together, he feared that Shrek Academy would gradually decline in the future.

On the other side, the Holy Spirit Cult.

Zhongli Wu and the others were completely indifferent to Xuan Zi's performance and punishment.

They and Shrek Academy were, after all, natural enemies.

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

But right now, Zhongli Wu and the others couldn't feel happy at all, nor did they have the mood to kick a man while he was down.

This was because the reward for Golden Crocodile Douluo was none other than Ye Xishui, who had transformed into a Soul Spirit.

Zhongli Wu was stunned.

He had originally wanted to secure Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit.

That way, Ye Xishui could at least continue to contribute to the Holy Spirit Cult.

Long Xiaoyao's heart could also remain tethered to the Holy Spirit Cult.

Yet, he never expected that Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit would fall into the hands of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

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

Given the Angel Clan's hatred for Evil Soul Master, Zhongli Wu dared not imagine how Golden Crocodile Douluo would treat Ye Xishui!

"Damn it!"

"Why did Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit have to fall into the hands of Martial Soul Hall?"

Long Xiaoyao was even more anxious than Zhongli Wu.

Originally, with Ye Xishui becoming a Soul Spirit, Long Xiaoyao still had a glimmer of hope.

This meant that Ye Xishui might have a chance to return to his side in the future.

Even if she had become a Soul Spirit, Long Xiaoyao was willing to protect her for lifetimes to come, never to leave her side.

But now, that hope was shattered.

Long Xiaoyao dared not imagine what kind of torture Ye Xishui would suffer now that she was in the hands of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

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

To describe it in one phrase: her record was stained with infamy.

Perhaps Golden Crocodile Douluo could tolerate the existence of Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit.

But Qian Daoliu might not be so certain.

Qian Daoliu's killing intent toward Ye Xishui was like a surging, endless river.

Especially after learning that the Death God Tower created by Ye Xishui used countless vengeful spirits as fuel.

Qian Daoliu wished he could transcend time and space to cleave the entire Holy Spirit Cult in two with a single sword strike.

"Xishui, it is all my fault for being incompetent and failing to protect you well."

"If Martial Soul Hall dares to harm your Soul Spirit, I will destroy Martial Soul Hall at any cost."

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

Worship Hall...

With the help of the Soul Spirit, the realm that had been sealed for many years finally loosened for Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's aura surged violently.

His soul power reached the level 99 Limit Douluo threshold.

He had always been missing one opportunity.

Now, with this Soul Spirit from Ye Xishui.

Golden Crocodile Douluo naturally achieved success as easily as water flowing into a channel.

However, looking at the Ye Xishui floating before his eyes, Golden Crocodile Douluo found himself in a dilemma.

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

As a member of the Worship Hall, it stood to reason that he should uphold the ideals of the Angel Clan.

But Golden Crocodile Douluo had finally crossed the threshold of level 99 with such great difficulty.

He felt reluctant to give it up.

If he were to directly slay Ye Xishui's Soul Spirit.

Golden Crocodile Douluo feared he would immediately fall back down.

Just as Golden Crocodile Douluo felt troubled, the figure of Qian Daoliu appeared.

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

His eyes were as scorching as the blazing sun.

It made Ye Xishui feel entirely ill at ease, unable to stop herself from breaking out in a cold sweat.