Ye Xishui, Foolish to the End! Giving Up Advantage! Picking Sesame Seeds!

Douluo Era 2.

Inside the Sea God Pavilion.

Mu En sat in his wheelchair.

His gaze stared blankly ahead. The Light Screen had gradually dimmed, yet those images were branded into his eyes, impossible to shake off.

His lips trembled.

Once, then again.

Like a fallen leaf struggling in the autumn wind, knowing it would eventually plummet, yet still shivering in unwillingness.

He did not know what he should say.

He did not even know what he could still say.

At this moment, deep within his heart, there was endless pain and desolation.

That pain was not the sharp agony of a knife thrust, but a dull ache. It was like a massive stone pressing against his chest; it would not kill him instantly, but it made every breath feel like a torture.

Decades.

Decades of grievances.

Decades of questions.

Decades of misunderstanding and self-torment.

At this moment, they had all found their answers.

An answer he could not accept.

Mu En lowered his head, looking at his crippled legs.

He thought back to that battle all those years ago. If not for that incident, he would not have been so grief-stricken that he fought Du Bisi to the death, would not have suffered mutual destruction, and would not have become a man confined to a wheelchair ever since.

And the origin of all this was Ye Xishui's schemes.

The person he had once loved most deeply.

Something gathered in his aged eyes.

Mu En was a top-tier powerhouse of the current age, an existence standing at the pinnacle of the world's pyramid.

Yet at this moment, he felt as fragile as a child.

He murmured, his voice so faint it was almost inaudible.

"Why... did you have to deceive me like this?"

"Xishui, the feelings I had for you back then were all real."

His voice shook, as if he had exhausted all his strength just to squeeze out these words.

"Why... have I lived my whole life in pain because of what happened back then?"

Mu En closed his eyes, then opened them again.

He did not want to blame Ye Xishui.

He did not want to blame Long Xiaoyao either.

He truly did not want to blame anyone.

"I know that everything back then was just a misunderstanding. If you truly loved Xiaoyao, I would have certainly stepped aside for you both."

"We were the Iron Triangle of those years, after all."

His voice suddenly choked up.

"But why... was it deception?"

"Why was it a scheme?"

Mu En lifted his head, his gaze staring hollowly at the ceiling.

"Even with the Holy Spirit Cult, even if Zhongli Old Ghost is a Limit Douluo, with Shrek's protection, was Shrek ever lacking in combat power?"

"It could have been resolved at the root..."

"The three of us could have lived out our lives normally..."

"Why did it turn out like this?"

His voice grew lower and more fragmented.

Mu En thought of the past.

He thought of the happy days he had spent with Ye Xishui.

Back then, she smiled so beautifully, and he had believed that he would be happy like that for the rest of his life.

He also thought of his friendship with Long Xiaoyao.

Friends and rivals, sparring with each other, admiring each other, living life with passion and resolve.

What a hearty, unbridled joy; what a profound sense of mutual appreciation.

Yet, those images had barely surfaced before they were torn to shreds by others.

He thought of that day, and how devastating the blow had been when he learned of the relationship between Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui.

That was the darkest day of his entire life.

His best brother, and the woman he loved most.

In that moment, he felt as if the entire world had collapsed.

Mu En then thought of the events that followed that day.

Xishui had left, and in his grief, he had fought Du Bisi until both were left battered and broken, leaving him a cripple from that day on.

And all of this had been a scheme.

A scheme orchestrated by Ye Xishui.

But clearly...

Clearly, she had once been the person he loved most.

Something finally trickled down the corner of Mu En's eye.

Tears.

Hot and salty, they slid down his wrinkled cheeks.

His entire body began to tremble; an irrepressible shudder spread from his heart to his limbs, causing his whole frame to sway.

He felt as if all his strength had been drained away, to the point where he could no longer even sit upright.

"Everything... was a lie..."

His voice no longer sounded like a human speaking, but rather like a soulless puppet repeating something.

"Everything... has no meaning..."

"Everything was a lie..."

Mu En sat there in his wheelchair, muttering these two sentences over and over again.

His eyes stared straight ahead, but there was no light left in them.

No anger, no sorrow, no hate, no love—there was nothing.

They were like two hollow pits.

"It was all a lie..."

"It has no meaning..."

"It was all a lie..."

The Sea God Pavilion was very quiet.

Only Mu En's faint voice drifted back and forth in the empty room.

No one knew just how profound the grief in his heart was at this moment.

That kind of sorrow could not be described in words.

It was the collapse of a man's lifelong trust.

It was the disillusionment of a man's lifelong devotion.

It was the void a person feels when, after spending decades loving, hating, suffering, and reminiscing, they discover that everything was a scam—a void so deep that even hatred felt meaningless.

Mu En's tears were still flowing.

But he could no longer feel them.

At this moment, the legendary Dragon God Douluo no longer existed between heaven and earth; there was only a pathetic wretch deceived by a woman.

He looked at the Light Screen, unsure if he was watching the other questions about Ye Xishui or looking at his own past.

Likewise, countless people within the Light Screen were whispering and discussing.

And the Sharp Critique continued to play.

Inside the Light Screen.

[And do you think Ye Xishui's stupidity is limited to these things?]

[In reality, Ye Xishui is a woman who is selfish to the extreme and hypocritical to the extreme.]

[Ye Xishui possesses twin martial souls; her first martial soul allowed her to become a top-tier evil soul master and reach the level of a Limit Douluo.]

[However, she never once cultivated her second martial soul, the Bright Phoenix.]

[In Ye Xishui's own account, she claimed she was unwilling to cultivate the Bright Phoenix because she was afraid of being harmed by the Holy Spirit Cult!]

[Again, I say this: if you had the Bright Phoenix, you could have gone straight to Shrek Academy. For the sake of you and Mu En, Shrek Academy would have wiped out the Holy Spirit Cult entirely!]

[Fine, let's follow your logic and say you didn't like Shrek Academy. But later, when Zhongli Old Ghost died, who else could have stood against you?]

If you were to cultivate a second martial soul, your strength could advance even further. Even if the attributes clashed, you might still manage to become a quasi-god, just like Long Yeyue in the third installment of the series.

If you achieved the status of a quasi-god, you would at least have a chance to obtain a godhood; that is surely better than being an evil soul master for your entire life, right?

Do not give me that excuse about attribute conflicts making cultivation impossible! Ye Xishui herself stated in the original text that she did not cultivate the Bright Phoenix simply because she feared the Holy Spirit Cult!

When it comes down to it, Ye Xishui had just been an evil soul master for too long; she was unwilling to put in the effort and only wanted to keep taking the shortcut of being an evil soul master.

Such a mindset is truly stupid to the extreme!

She possessed top-tier talent that surpassed even Mu En and Long Xiaoyao, and she even had a chance to contend for a godhood, yet she completely squandered it!

With a mind like that, can you even call her ambitious? She was capable of abandoning her greatest advantage!

But if you say she lacked ambition and didn't want to progress, she spent her whole life absorbing all kinds of power, desperate to become stronger!

Such contradictions, such putting the cart before the horse, throwing away the watermelon to pick up a sesame seed...

It is hard not to wonder if Ye Xishui's brain was crushed when she was born.