The Man Under the Greatest Pressure at the Star Luo Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament
Headquarters of the Blacksmith Association.
Zhen Hua's small canteen wasn't big, but the tables were piled high. It was less like a meal and more like eating rare and precious delicacies by the pound.
There was a stewed snow toad with a century-old vermilion fruit, a stewed red ginseng with spirit mushrooms, a soup made from ice-heart jade marrow, and several dishes that Di Qiuer couldn't name, but whose Soul Power increased with every bite.
Di Qiuer ate without even lifting her head, while Na'er quietly peeled the red jade shrimp, her movements unhurried and deliberate.
Yuanen Yehui slowly sipped her soup; she wasn't like the two monsters beside her who could eat medicinal herbs like food.
Qian Renxue's movements with the food she picked up were much more elegant, but the frequency was not low either; these things were also beneficial to her cultivation.
Across the table, Mu Ye barely touched his chopsticks.
He was speaking in hushed tones to Yin Hongye, his brows furrowing and relaxing intermittently. Yin Hongye, with her legs crossed, said casually, "There's Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well nearby. Interested in going together? I'll just take a quick look around and pick out some food; it'll be enough for your Body Sect to live on for ten years."
"You make it sound so easy," Mu Ye scoffed. "Do you think I can just walk into the Tang Sect's territory like that? Do you really think I've never been chased by them before?"
"It's alright, I'll cover it. What's wrong with the Sect Master of the Body Sect going in for a visit?" Yin Hongye said seriously. "If they find out, I'll make them keep it a secret. As for how to keep it a secret, don't worry about that!"
Mu Ye paused for a moment, then actually seriously considered the feasibility of the suggestion. It seemed damn feasible.
It's just going to take a trip through the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well, right?
"Sure." Mu Ye readily accepted the invitation, then sighed, as if remembering something, "If only the <Secret of the Body> were still around. Although my Body Sect doesn't have many disciples, we wouldn't have to live such a frugal life because we don't have enough medicinal herbs."
"The Secret of the Body? That sounds like the inheritance of the Body Sect. Has it been lost?" Qian Renxue couldn't help but wonder.
"Pretty much, it's currently in the Sea God Pavilion at the Shrek Academy!" Mu Hongchen said directly. "This is all thanks to Ling Bing Douluo, who allowed the <Secret of the Body> to enter the Sea God Pavilion."
"Although, they have absolutely no use for it."
Upon hearing this, Di Qiuer, whose mouth was stuffed with food, stopped abruptly and struggled to swallow the food. She couldn't help but ask, "How is this related to Ling Bing Douluo again! What has this person done this time?"
At this moment, Du Busi outside the Heavenly Screen was clenching his teeth, also eager to know what Huo Yuhao had done this time.
I originally thought he was a promising talent.
He stared at the image in the Heavenly Screen, and saw Mu Ye put down his chopsticks, pick up his wine glass, take a swig, and then slowly speak:
"Ten thousand years ago, the Sun Moon Empire launched a massive invasion of the Douluo Continent. The Body Sect fought back but suffered heavy losses, with its elite forces decimated and the genius Long Aotian killed in action. The old sect master, Du Busi, was also ambushed by Evil Soul Master on the battlefield, sustaining severe injuries and nearing the end of his lifespan."
Hearing this, the small canteen fell silent. Di Qiuer even softened the sound of her chewing. Na'er stopped peeling shrimp.
"Seeing that the sect had no successor, the old sect master decided to participate in the assassination of Emperor Xu Tianran of the Sun Moon Empire. He knew that he would most likely not return." Mu Ye's voice was not loud, but every word seemed to be pulled back from a great distance. "On the eve of the operation, he met with Huo Yuhao alone and entrusted him with the sect's supreme scripture, <The Secret of the Body>."
Qian Renxue frowned slightly. "Why entrust it to an outsider?"
"The old sect leader made an agreement with Huo Yuhao: if he survived, he would retrieve the secret manual; if he perished, Huo Yuhao would keep it safe and return it to the remaining disciples of the Body Sect at an opportune time, while also allowing Huo Yuhao to study it on his own," Mu Ye said. "Huo Yuhao possessed Body Martial Soul, was reliable, proficient in Soul Tool Technology, and had sufficient cultivation. At that time, there was indeed no one more suitable than him on the continent."
"And then what happened?" Di Qiuer pressed.
"Later, the old sect leader sacrificed himself in the fierce battle of Mingdu, and the <Secret of the Body> remained in Huo Yuhao's hands." Mu Ye slammed his wine cup on the table, the bottom of the cup making a dull thud. "Later still, Huo Yuhao sent it to the Sea God Pavilion of the Shrek Academy. The agreement was 'temporary safekeeping,' and this 'temporary' has lasted for ten thousand years."
He grinned, a smile devoid of any warmth, "My Body Sect still exists, though it has withered away, yet the <Secret of the Body> is enshrined in the Sea God Pavilion."
"Well, let me correct you, it's not 'enshrined,' it's 'collecting dust.' They just can't learn it, and they won't return it," Yin Hongye corrected, making sure the wording was correct.
Beyond the Heavenly Screen, Star Luo City.
Du Busi stood still, his hands hanging at his sides, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
Yin Hongye's words in the Heavenly Screen were like a sharp sword, piercing directly into his lungs.
There are two things he hates most in his life: one is that someone ruins the legacy of the Body Sect, and the other is that someone takes things from the Body Sect and doesn't return them.
Now Shrek Academy has both.
He turned around abruptly and stomped on the newly drawn tunnel map at his feet, splattering gravel and grass clippings all over the Golden Body Douluo's face.
"We're not digging the tunnel anymore!"
"Sect Master?" The Golden Body Douluo wiped his face, a little lost.
"Go to the Heavenly Soul Empire's team!" Du Busi's voice seemed to explode from his chest, shaking the leaves of the entire desolate forest. "Tell them the Body Sect is with them! I want to see if Huo Yuhao dares to show his face in front of me! On the field, take him down!"
The Golden Body Douluo opened his mouth, but after glancing at Du Busi's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, he swallowed his words.
The death of Huo Yuhao would make everyone happy.
That's all for now.
Our family's heritage is about to be lost, so we should probably give up on this 700,000-year-old Soul Beast embryo for now.
If all else fails, you can always find the seller again; there's still a chance.
"Take your men and let's set off now." Du Busi flicked his sleeves and strode towards Star Luo City.
The intensity of the competition in Prison Huo has increased once again.
It's just that someone wanted to kill him on the field.
At this moment, in the entire Shrek Academy, Huo Yuhao was the only one left with combat power...
The reserve team is expected to recover by the time they reach Star Luo City, but they will all have scars from the corpse poison, requiring multiple treatments by healing-type Soul Master. Obviously, they don't have the means to do that right now.
But the main force... can only return to the academy to find Zhuang Lao.
When Zhen Hua pushed open the door and entered through the Heavenly Screen, he was still radiating heat.
He glanced at the table; all the food was gone. He opened his mouth, but ultimately only a complicated expression remained.
"Finished the lecture?" Mu Ye poured himself another glass of wine, his tone tinged with schadenfreude.
"I'm done talking." Zhen Hua dragged a chair over and sat down, looking at the mess on the table. He sighed Youyou, "Why are we having dinner so early today?"
Di Qiuer peeked half her face out from behind the bowl, a little bit of vermilion jam still on the corner of her mouth, her big eyes shining with innocence. "Uncle Divine Craftsman, I didn't mean to."
Mu Ye smiled and said, "Don't worry about him. When have I ever missed a meal for him? He just doesn't know how to enjoy good food."
"Alright, Mu Ye will be leaving with me for a while in a few days. I've contacted the Passionate Douluo for you; he'll protect you during this time."
Yin Hongye smiled at Zhen Hua and said that she had already figured out how to arrange the strongest combat force of the Tang Sect to roam freely outside. As long as they were not in the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Well, everything would be fine.
Mu Ye was taken aback, feeling that this person had planned this all along and that the invitation was premeditated.
This person...
Before the age of fourteen, he was an illiterate man who had never attended school; after the age of fourteen, he became a highly educated robber who could conjure nuclear bombs by hand.
At this moment, the Passionate Douluo was completely unaware that he had been set up again.