The Waterfall Behind Holy Soul Village? An Opportunity No Less Valuable Than a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast

Mighty Lion Douluo hadn't gone to Shrek Academy to teach Flender a lesson only to be injured by Flender and the others.

Unless...

Tang San?

That meant Tang San had already stayed at Shrek Academy by now.

And Xiao Wu had to be with him.

When Mighty Lion Douluo went to teach Flender a lesson, his strength as a Titled Douluo would naturally have let him see that Xiao Wu was a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Then he would have attacked Xiao Wu.

And Tang San would definitely have stood in his way.

Then...

Tang Hao!

Ji Ye's pupils shrank slightly.

He'd figured it out.

Tang Hao had injured Mighty Lion Douluo.

So the timeline was now just after Tang San had joined Shrek Academy.

Ji Ye slowly clenched his fist.

It was all because he'd been careless and hadn't thought of it.

Mighty Lion Douluo had gone to Shrek Academy to stand up for him.

That made this partly his responsibility.

"Senior Mighty Lion." Ji Ye's voice was quiet.

"Who hurt you?"

Mighty Lion Douluo glanced at him and waved a hand.

"Let's go inside first."

They entered the Worship Hall. Mighty Lion Douluo sat down in a chair, took the tea a maid offered him, and drained a large mouthful before speaking.

"At Shrek Academy, I found a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

The moment he said this, the entire Worship Hall fell silent.

The expressions of several worshippers changed at once.

A transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Everyone present knew what that meant.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Treasures that could make even Titled Douluos risk their lives.

But their excitement soon turned to confusion.

Mighty Lion Douluo was a Level 97 Titled Douluo.

A transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was nowhere near its peak strength. It couldn't possibly have been his match.

Then how had he been injured?

Azure Luan Douluo was the first to ask.

"A transformed Soul Beast has limited strength. How did you get hurt?"

Mighty Lion Douluo's expression darkened.

"I ran into Clear Sky Douluo."

The expressions of several worshippers changed at once.

"Tang Hao?"

"That man from back then—" Feather Douluo began, then stopped.

Mighty Lion Douluo nodded.

"Tang Hao's son was very close to that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Just as I was about to capture it, Tang Hao appeared."

He paused, his voice dropping.

"I exchanged a few blows with him and was outmatched every time."

Mighty Lion Douluo's face showed little emotion as he said this, but his fingers gripped the teacup so tightly that his knuckles had gone white.

The Fourth Worship of the Worship Hall, a Level 97 Titled Douluo, couldn't beat Tang Hao, who was only Level 95.

It was humiliating to say aloud.

But it was the truth.

Feather Douluo walked over and patted him on the shoulder without a word, but the meaning was clear.

Tang Hao was a madman.

"Then we old fellows should go meet Tang Hao together." Feather Douluo turned to the other worshippers.

"However strong he is, can he really take on all five of us?"

Qianjun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo exchanged a glance and nodded together.

Azure Luan Douluo said nothing, but stood up straight, making his intentions clear.

Mighty Lion Douluo looked up at them, his lips twitching, but he didn't stop them.

Ji Ye stepped forward.

"Senior, there's no need to go."

Everyone turned to look at him.

Ji Ye's voice was calm.

"Tang Hao won't wait around for you to come looking for him. He's the sort of person who leaves as soon as the fight is over. He won't leave behind any traces for you to follow."

Demon Subduing Douluo frowned.

"Then what do we do? Just swallow this insult?"

Mighty Lion Douluo had been injured while standing up for Ji Ye. They couldn't just let it go.

Ji Ye shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Of course not."

His gaze grew distant, as though he were recalling something.

"I'll tell you about a place Tang Hao is bound to visit. The opportunity there is no less valuable than a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

The expressions of several worshippers changed at once.

An opportunity no less valuable than a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

Coming from a twelve-year-old boy, it sounded like pure bragging.

But Ji Ye didn't look like he was joking.

"To be safe, we should have Senior Golden Crocodile go in person."

Ji Ye turned and looked up toward the steps.

Qian Daoliu stood there, white-haired and dressed in white, his hands clasped behind his back. No one knew when he had arrived.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood beside him, his black hair neatly combed and his gaze sharp.

Qian Daoliu looked at Ji Ye with interest.

"What place? Let's hear it."

Ji Ye took a breath.

"In the southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire, in Fasinuo Province, near Notting City, there's a village called Holy Soul Village."

Qian Daoliu's brow twitched slightly, as if he'd never heard the name.

"Behind the village is a mountain. There's a waterfall in it, and a cave behind the waterfall. An opportunity is hidden there."

Ji Ye described it in detail, as if he'd been there himself.

Golden Crocodile Douluo was silent for a moment.

"With Senior Golden Crocodile's strength, he'll naturally be able to find it once he gets there," Ji Ye added.

Demon Subduing Douluo sidled over and slung an arm around Ji Ye's shoulders.

"How do you know about it, kid? Have you been there?"

Ji Ye smiled.

"Take a guess."

Demon Subduing Douluo stared at him for two seconds, then burst into laughter.

"Fine. You've got secrets you don't want to share, so I won't ask. You're one of us now, and your secrets are our secrets."

Ji Ye was taken aback by those words, then smiled and shook his head.

Qian Daoliu looked at Golden Crocodile Douluo.

"Second Brother, in that case, go take a look."

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded slightly.

"Yes, Big Brother."

He didn't ask questions or hesitate.

Qian Daoliu had told him to go, so he went.

That was the resolve of the Second Worship.

Feather Douluo suddenly spoke up.

"What about Tang Hao's son? And that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast? Are we just going to leave them alone?"

Everyone turned to Ji Ye again.

The corners of Ji Ye's mouth lifted slightly.

"Leave them to me."

He turned to Qian Daoliu, his gaze calm but serious.

Qian Daoliu looked into his eyes, fell silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

A genius couldn't be kept in a hothouse forever.

That was a lesson he'd learned over more than two hundred years.

No matter how talented Ji Ye was, if he stayed cooped up in the Worship Hall, sparring with a few old men, he'd eventually be ruined.

He needed real opponents, real battles, and real growth.

"Very well," Qian Daoliu said.

"Should I send a worshipper to protect you in secret?"

Ji Ye shook his head.

"No need."

His voice wasn't loud, but he sounded certain.

After all these days of sparring with the worshippers, his combat experience had improved considerably.

His understanding of Martial Souls had also deepened.

Even if he encountered an opponent of Flender's level again, he wouldn't be caught so easily.

He might even turn the tables!

Of course, that didn't apply to Titled Douluos.

But a Titled Douluo wouldn't go out of his way to capture a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor.

Qian Daoliu looked at him, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Go."

"Yes."