Yun Ming: They Died for the Federation. Shen Qingyi: You Be the Emperor, I'll Pay the Bill?

The next day.

The Spirit Realm incident had already surged to the top of the Federation's trending searches.

But public opinion did not continue spiraling out of control.

The Spirit Pagoda, PR firms, and all major Federation platforms moved at the same time to suppress the trend, while the Holy Spirit Cult naturally became the primary scapegoat.

The reasoning was flawless.

The ones who had attacked Spirit Realm Prison had been remnants of the Holy Spirit Cult's souls to begin with.

And not long ago, the Holy Spirit Cult had launched a large-scale attack in Eastsea City.

The public's first reaction was entirely reasonable: these terrorists blew things up everywhere when they were alive, and they still would not behave after death.

[Cyber terrorists after death, terrorists in life.]

[The Spirit Realm should launch a hell server. The Holy Spirit Cult can have its own separate zone.]

[They're breaking out of prison even after dying. How much do they love working?]

[Recommend permanent account bans.]

The comments were almost completely one-sided.

Until someone noticed another juicy detail—the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, Leng Yaozhu, one of those directly responsible for the Spirit Realm breach, had been temporarily suspended.

The whole tone instantly went off the rails.

[Is Heavenly Phoenix Douluo's biggest job lately dating?]

[Teacher by day, stealing men from her disciples by night.]

[Slacking off at work, hooking up with middle schoolers after work. No wonder the Spirit Realm blew up. Electrocute her! Fry her hard!]

[Confirmed love-brained.]

Leng Yaozhu sat on the sofa, her expression growing darker and darker.

She had not snapped when she was suspended, nor had she snapped when she was made the scapegoat.

But when she saw the words "love-brained," the casing of her communicator creaked under her grip.

Gu Yue lay sprawled across the sofa