A Windfall of Confiscated Fortunes

The blond boy nearly jumped out of his chair when he saw Yin Hongye's face clearly, the Soul Tool binding him rattling loudly. "I'll join! I'll join the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy! Don't kill me!"

"Who wants to kill you? How boring." Yin Hongye rolled her eyes, waved her hand, and gestured for Mu Hongchen to write down her name. "Relax, you're a talent. Our academy values talent the most. Study hard from now on, and stop thinking about getting beaten up all the time. Be careful, or you'll be getting beaten up all the time once you enter the academy."

"How could that be!" Yue Zhengyu exclaimed. "I'm a genius, after all!"

"What's the use of being a genius? This world has no shortage of geniuses!" Yin Hongye smiled calmly. "Once you enter the academy, you'll realize that genius is the most insignificant thing in the world."

"Soul Power is the foundation of everything, but the workings of this world are not solely based on Soul Power!"

"What do you mean?" Yue Zhengyu, confused.

But once he enters the academy, he'll understand. Anyone who can't instantly activate Defensive Soul Tool is useless. And anyone without a trigger-activated Defensive Soul Tool is the worst of the worst.

Once these people enter the academy, they will become the lowest tier of the academy.

I just don't know when I'll be able to fight the dean.

If Shrek Academy is likened to children's squabbles, then the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy is like a territorial struggle within society.

Of course, the busiest are the trainees of the War God Temple. Since there's nowhere to train, they become rescue workers. Anyway, they're just sitting around doing nothing.

Yue Zhengyu's face turned pale. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. A bad premonition was rising in his heart.

Qian Renxue, who had been standing to the side, couldn't help but step forward, glance at Yue Zhengyu a few times, and softly asked Yin Hongye, "This is a member of the Angel Clan? May I see your Martial Soul?"

She hadn't seen the Angel Martial Soul of this era yet.

Yue Zhengyu looked up at her and could feel the sacred aura emanating from her.

He hummed in agreement, and a layer of pale golden light slowly unfolded from behind him. Two phantom white wings with a holy glow appeared behind him, but the light was somewhat dim, like a lamp about to be blown out by the wind.

This was because he had been hungry for two days and had not eaten or drunk anything.

Qian Renxue frowned as she looked at the two wings. This seemed to be only slightly stronger than an ordinary Angel Martial Soul; a nine-ringed spirit still had Six Wings.

But compared to Six-Winged Angel, it is clearly far inferior.

Beyond the Heavenly Screen, at the highest point of the Angel God Temple, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze piercing through the Heavenly Screen and landing on the two white wings. He remained silent for a long time.

Finally, he spoke in a low voice, "The Angel Martial Soul is still there. It's just that the gap is larger than I imagined. I wonder what the situation is with the Limit Douluo."

Papal Hall, Bibi Dong looked at Yue Zhengyu's dim Angelic Angel Martial Soul on the Heavenly Screen and suddenly laughed out loud.

Her laughter echoed through the empty hall, clear and melodious like ice beads falling onto a plate.

"The Angel Clan has even lost its inherited Martial Soul."

Her voice paused for a moment, then her eyes flashed with venom, "Unfortunately, they're not all dead yet."

Just then, Mu Hongchen's Communication Soul Tool suddenly rang in the Heavenly Screen.

He picked it up casually, but before he could say anything, he was met with a barrage of angry insults.

The voice was so loud that even those nearby could hear it clearly. First, they cursed Mu Hongchen, then Yin Hongye, saying they were lawless and had kidnapped Yue Zhengyu, the young master of the Yue Family.

"If the Southern aristocratic families start causing trouble, how difficult would it be for the Federation to suppress them?!"

Yin Hongye was not angry when she heard this. She knew that the Southern aristocratic families had found an opportunity to try to gain benefits in the Federation.

He crossed his arms, a faint smile playing on his lips, "It's simple. Whoever causes trouble, I'll go and exterminate their entire family, nine generations down. Don't worry, I know a thing or two about Blood Dao; I won't let a single one escape within three generations."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the communicator. After a long while, the person on the other end coughed several times, as if they had choked on their own saliva.

"What... what did you say?"

"I said, I'll just go and kill the troublemakers, won't that solve it?" Yin Hongye repeated. "Kill one disobedient one, and the rest will obey. That's called stopping the trouble with killing. Don't worry, I can definitely cut off the root of the problem."

On the other end of the communicator, Chen Xinjie rubbed his temples hard, feeling utterly ashamed. "There's no need for that. This is something we can just think about; there's no need to actually do it."

He took a deep breath and asked again, "Yue Zhengyu alright?"

"It's alright, I've already voluntarily joined the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy," Yin Hongye said lightly.

Chen Xinjie paused for two seconds. "Voluntary? Are you sure it's voluntary?"

"Of course," Yin Hongye said seriously, "I haven't even explained our college's educational philosophy and employment prospects to him yet, and he signed up on the spot. He's obviously been longing to go for it for a long time!"

Chen Xinjie felt his blood pressure rise again, and he felt really upset. The Federation was starting to feel the effects of Yin Hongye Hongye's rampage.

"Alright, as long as everyone's okay."

"I'll go appease the Southern families. You just need to keep quiet for now."

Yin Hongye didn't seem to care. "It's alright. I'll personally go and appease those powerful families in the south. It seems I'm still too easygoing, thinking I can afford the consequences."

"Don't do anything reckless!" the Vast Sea Douluo urged.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Yin Hongye chuckled, then decisively ended the call.

As Chen Xinjie listened to the busy tone coming from the communicator, he looked up at the ceiling and fell into a deep sense of self-doubt.

Damn it, I hope the Southern aristocratic family can avoid disaster by spending money on themselves.

They started this trouble themselves.

It's not my fault; I already reminded myself!

On the other side, Yin Hongye looked at Yue Zhengyu and suddenly laughed, "Your Southern families are quite united. But even if you're united, that's all there is to it."

Yue Zhengyu remained silent. Did he not know what was going to happen?

The powerful families in the south are deeply entrenched. They may appear to be getting along well and making money, but if their interests are threatened, they will cause more trouble than anyone else.

But unfortunately, Yin Hongye is not Federation.

This guy stands apart from the War God Temple, Shrek Academy, Spirit Pagoda, and Tang Sect.

This guy is truly fearless.

Mu Hongchen chuckled beside him, "The aristocratic families in the South are all incredibly wealthy. If we go there, we probably won't be short of money for a while."

Qian Renxue was taken aback. "Going to the southern region?"

"Yes." Yin Hongye nodded. "Since the young master of the Yue Family is in our hands, we can take this opportunity to discuss sponsorship. Those willing to give money are friends, and those unwilling are traitors."

Yue Zhengyu listened to these words, he felt increasingly uneasy. "What the hell? Robbery is robbery, how can they put it so nicely?"

Qian Renxue turned her head away speechlessly, no longer wanting to comment on the moral bottom line of these two people. After all, her own bottom line seemed to have lowered than before.

If it used to fluctuate, now it's been declining, meaning there's a lot of room for improvement.

Not long after Yin Hongye finished speaking, his Communication Soul Tool rang.

It was Leng Yaozhu calling.

He answered the phone, and only four simple words came from the other end. "The Soul Spirit is ready."

"All?"

"All of them." Leng Yaozhu's voice carried a hint of weariness, yet remained clear and cold. "The Immortal Herb Spirits have all been transformed into Soul Spirit. Come back and see how to distribute them."

Yin Hongye ended the call and smiled at everyone, "Let's go. Heavenly Phoenix Douluo has dealt with all the Soul Spirit."