'Holy Spirit Cult Grand Elder'

Hearing this, Mu Guiyun nodded calmly, then walked over to an empty seat and sat down. He circled a few items on the menu, then waved his hand grandly: "Aside from the ones I circled, bring me two of everything else!"

Good heavens, a big spender!

Seeing Mu Guiyun's "money is no object" attitude, the manager's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly signaled Tang Ya to step forward.

Tang Ya was equally shocked. She picked up the menu on the table, looked at the exorbitant prices, and kindly reminded him: "Classmate, this is going to cost a lot of money!"

"I know."

Mu Guiyun waved his hand dismissively. Suddenly thinking of something, he spoke again: "Right, bring me two more of your best soul beast steaks, smothered in thick gravy, along with all the side dishes and two mugs of ice-cold beer!"

"This... alright, please wait a moment."

Glancing at the White Emperor Star ring on Mu Guiyun's finger—which looked expensive at a glance—Tang Ya silently picked up the menu and turned toward the kitchen.

Before long, a table overflowing with a dazzling array of delicacies was set before Mu Guiyun.

"I hope you enjoy your meal."

Tang Ya swallowed hard, her gaze moving away from the food with great effort. Just as she was about to turn away, Mu Guiyun's voice sounded quietly in her ear: "We're all classmates, sit down and eat with me."

I can mooch a meal?!

Tang Ya's face lit up with joy, but the moment she remembered she was on the clock, her little face fell again: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm still working..."

"It's fine, I believe the boss will be understanding."

After saying this, Mu Guiyun flashed a friendly smile at the manager.

Seeing this, the manager hurried to Mu Guiyun's side. He sized up the Shrek uniform that marked him as a student, bowed, and said respectfully: "Of course, respected Lord Soul Master."

With that, he tactfully left the two of them alone.

"See? Sit down and eat, don't be a stranger."

Mu Guiyun smiled and was the first to pick up a steak and put it in his mouth.

Hmm, the taste was alright, but compared to Cai Mei'er's cooking, it still had a long way to go.

"Really? Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Tang Ya's eyes shone. She picked up the food on the table and stuffed it into her mouth frantically, not caring about her image in the slightest.

Just kidding, the Tang Sect is already gone; why would I need to save face? Can face be eaten as a meal?

"Delicious! Delicious! It's been so long since I've had such a good meal!"

At this moment, Tang Ya was different from her behavior in the classroom, appearing much closer to the youthful, lively girl from the original story.

"I heard from others that you come from the Tang Sect?"

Mu Guiyun took a sip of beer, wanting to see what useful information he could dig up.

It was once the number one sect on the continent, after all; it couldn't possibly have nothing left at all, could it?

Tang Ya, who was buried in her food, paused. Her expression was replaced by desolation, and she smiled bitterly: "The Tang Sect... is already gone."

"Isn't there still you?"

Mu Guiyun looked surprised. In the original story, Tang Ya would risk her life to restore the glory of the Tang Sect.

"Me? What use am I?"

Tang Ya laughed at herself: "My Innate Soul Power is a mere level 5. Even though my mom and dad gave me the last of their resources back then, I'm only at level 16 now."

Mu Guiyun didn't respond, simply watching as Tang Ya turned her grief and indignation into appetite.

If one only looked at talent, even in the era of the Peerless Tang Sect, breaking through to become a Soul Elder at the age of 14 would barely qualify Tang Ya as a genius.

But don't forget, her martial soul was the ordinary Blue Silver Grass. The further one progressed, the more difficult cultivation became.

Even the Trident God King, with the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline, ten-thousand-year soul rings, and a whole bunch of cheats to assist him, was once beaten to the point of social withdrawal during the tournament, even harboring thoughts of switching to the Clear Sky Hammer—let alone Tang Ya.

"There are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters"—Mu Guiyun could only say that this was pure nonsense.

It's fine to fool others, but don't actually fool yourself.

"Did the Tang Sect not leave behind any treasures that could change one's aptitude... never mind, just eat."

Looking at Tang Ya's eyes, which were as clear as those of a college student from his past life, Mu Guiyun swallowed the second half of his sentence.

Draining his beer in one gulp, Mu Guiyun looked out the window.

That the Tang Sect fell to such a state could only be called self-inflicted.

The sect master must have the surname Tang and possess a Blue Silver Grass martial soul—you can actually believe that this rule was followed for ten thousand years?

Even the remnants of feudalism would have to bow down to that.

Mu Guiyun could already imagine a generation of Tang Sect members wanting to change the status quo, only for some high-ranking old geezer to jump out, slam the table, and shout:

"That's against the rules!"

After the two were full, Mu Guiyun paid the bill and was about to leave when he noticed Tang Ya looking at him expectantly, a faint, barely perceptible flush on her pretty face.

"What's wrong?"

"Um, um... if you don't want these leftovers, can I pack them up?"

Tang Ya tapped her slender fingers against her chest, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "I figured you didn't want them anyway. There's enough delicious food here to last me a long time, and besides, leaving it here would just be a waste..."

"Suit yourself."

Mu Guiyun waved a hand and left the restaurant without looking back, leaving Tang Ya alone to pack up the remaining food with a face full of joy.

"Poor child."

Walking through the bustling, crowded streets, Mu Guiyun couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy when he recalled Tang Ya's experiences in the original story.

That was far more miserable than Huo Yuhao!

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her the most tragic supporting character in the original work.

Her parents died miserably before her eyes, her sect's ancestral grounds were seized, and she was left all alone with no one to rely on. Just when she finally met Bei Bei, who doted on her immensely, she was abducted by the Holy Spirit Cult only a few years later...

Even the bike Bei Bei couldn't bear to pedal, in the Holy Spirit Cult, might be pedaled by a whole crowd of people standing up...

Wait, thinking about it this way, it seems the most miserable one isn't Tang Ya!

In a daze, a little blue-haired figure with a smile on his face appeared in Mu Guiyun's mind.

Since the afternoon was free time, Mu Guiyun planned to head back to the Inner Court.

He didn't have a dormitory in the Outer Court, nor did he want one.

Mu Guiyun had no desire to fight over a single toilet with over four hundred people. If he had an urgent need in the middle of the night and ended up sitting on a strawberry tower...

Just thinking about it made Mu Guiyun feel a chill.

Anyone with a weak mental fortitude might turn into an Evil Soul Master on the spot...

Arriving at Sea God Island, just as he was preparing to go home to see if Ma Xiaotao's peaches had grown any larger, he spotted an elderly figure swaying toward him from not far away.

"Little Yunzi!"

Mu Guiyun: ...

That lecherous old voice—who else could it be but Xuan Zi, jokingly referred to as the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult!

"Xuan Zi, why are you drunk again?"

Sniffing the scent of alcohol in the air, Mu Guiyun complained with black lines running down his forehead.

"What do you know, kid? Liquor is the essence of grain; the more you drink, the younger you get!"

Xuan Zi held a chicken leg in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, stumbling up to Mu Guiyun while hiccuping.

Looking at the old urchin, Mu Guiyun rolled his eyes with a deadpan expression and said helplessly: "Then have you ever heard that liquor is a poison that rots the gut, and lust is a blade that scrapes the bone?"