Journey to Eastsea, the Silver-Haired Girl She Was About to Meet

"Pfft, you think I can't handle you?!"

Yin Hongye sneered. "Everyone has something they care about. That means they have a weakness."

He looked at Yuanen Zhentian. "Have the casualties been counted?"

"Thanks to Your Excellency's timely rescue, there were no deaths. Only minor injuries; a few days of recovery will be enough." Yuanen Zhentian was extremely respectful toward Yin Hongye. Leaving aside the fact that other Titled Douluo would at least refrain from bullying juniors in public, this guy was a junior himself.

The kind who did not even need an excuse to beat someone up.

"That's good." Yin Hongye examined the gains from this battle. He was now Rank 99, though he had yet to condense his third Soul Core.

As for the third Soul Core's... killing, he did not know whether it would work this time.

Yin Hongye suddenly said, "Sky-Cleaving Douluo, you said you had a way to seal the Fallen Angel Martial Soul without a Titled Douluo. Hurry up and show us."

Yun Ming was no fool. He understood the intent behind Yehui's final question, and he also understood what sort of opening Yin Hongye was giving him.

Yuanen Zhentian stood outside the door, facing the gathered clansmen. He remained silent for a long time. The night wind tousled his graying hair.

Over the course of this night, he seemed to have aged considerably.

He finally said, "Yehui... in order to prevent herself from becoming the Demon Gate again, she took her own life."

Suppressed sobs rose from the crowd. No one in the Yuanen Family had died that night, so after surviving the crisis, they all felt that Yehui had been a pitiful victim of circumstances as well.

No one noticed that Yuanen Yehui was standing in a corner. Her head was lowered, and her clenched knuckles had turned white. Tears silently slid down her cheeks and fell to the ground.

Only one thought remained in her mind, repeating over and over.

Her mother definitely had not committed suicide.

Beyond the heavenly curtain, everyone now understood the difficulty of removing the so-called Fallen Angel Martial Soul. A few people in the God Realm had work to do as well.

"The Demon Plane? What kind of filthy place is that?" Asura had never even heard of it.

"I haven't heard of it either," the Sea God said.

"If you haven't heard of it, then go find it! I'm the Law-Enforcement God, and I order you to get to work! Hurry up, get lost!"

"Asura, can't you wait until my inheritor ascends first?!"

"No!"

With the matter between the two gods of the God Realm temporarily settled, the people in the mortal world were still trying to process what it meant for a whole group of Titled Douluo to be under thirty...

If they remembered correctly, three of the ones Shrek Academy had seen had all been like this. Had those three drained all of Shrek Academy's fortune or something?

Flender looked up, sensing that something was wrong. "This shouldn't be happening. Why are the students getting weaker and weaker? Why are their talents getting worse and worse?"

Yu Xiaogang spoke with complete confidence. "It must be because they didn't properly study my Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul."

Within the heavenly curtain, Yin Hongye stood with his arms folded, leaning against the wall as he watched Yun Ming with an amused expression. He wanted to see exactly how the Sky-Cleaving Douluo planned to seal Yuanen Yehui's Fallen Angel Martial Soul.

In the original story, even eight years later, Yuanen Yehui could still use the Fallen Angel Martial Soul freely. It would be better to let Qian Renxue suppress it; her chances of success were clearly much higher.

When Yuanen Yehui was brought over, she kept her head lowered and said nothing.

Her eyes were still red, but she was no longer crying. That silence was more unsettling than tears.

"Such a familiar look in her eyes," Yin Hongye said with a smile.

"You, when you were six?" Mu Hongchen asked.

"Yeah."

"That's terrifying."

Qian Renxue looked at the red-haired little girl and sighed deeply, pity rising in her heart. She had not expected that the girl would have to bear such a fate from the moment she was born.

Yun Ming stood before Yuanen Yehui, raising a hand as a layer of pale golden light lit up in his palm.

The light was gentle yet weighty, just like the words Sky-Cleaving, carrying an unshakable heaviness.

He slowly pressed his palm toward Yuanen Yehui's forehead.

The light seeped into her body.

At first, everything went smoothly. But the instant the light touched the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, an abrupt change occurred.

Yuanen Yehui gave a muffled groan, swayed, and fainted on the spot.

"You talked a good game, but when it comes to practice..." Yin Hongye sneered. "Just let me take her away. Even if she summons the Demon Gate again, I can stop it."

Yun Ming's face was full of embarrassment. He had made his promise with absolute confidence, yet in the end, he could not seal the Fallen Angel Martial Soul within Yuanen Yehui.

He was silent for a long time.

Finally, he let out a heavy sigh.

"I miscalculated! I can't seal this Martial Soul. At most, I can suppress it."

When Yuanen Yehui woke again, the sky outside the window was dark and overcast. She could not tell whether it was dawn or dusk.

She opened her eyes but neither spoke nor moved.

She merely stared fixedly at the ceiling, fury burning in her eyes.

At dawn, Yin Hongye looked around, confirmed that there were no more hidden dangers here, and turned to leave.

Just then, a voice sounded behind him.

"Red Lotus, please wait."

Yuanen Yehui stepped out from the crowd. Her eyes were red, filled with the determination to become stronger.

"I want to become stronger."

Yin Hongye stopped and turned to look at her.

His gaze was faint and emotionless. He looked at her for a long while, as though he had seen someone else's shadow in her.

"Having a goal is a good thing."

"But you and I are different."

"How are we different?" Yuanen Yehui asked.

"My experiences were completely different from yours. Your mother loved you. She willingly chose to die. No one killed her." Yin Hongye looked at him. "If you want to hate someone, then hate the demons."

Yuanen Yehui did not know what to say and fell silent.

At that moment, Yuanen Tiandang stepped forward and gently placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder. His eyes were still red, but his voice had steadied somewhat.

"Yehui, find someone else to be your teacher."

"Go to Shrek Academy. It has the best education on the entire continent. Your talent is not bad; you'll definitely find a path suited to you there."

Yuanen Yehui said nothing. She knew Shrek Academy was excellent, the number one academy on the continent.

But so what? The man before her had a fearsome reputation, the Federation's number one genius.

The youngest Titled Douluo. A Super Douluo.

Her goal had been clear from the very beginning.

Yuanen Tiandang looked at his daughter's eyes, then followed her gaze to Yin Hongye's departing back. His lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.

But... this was the Federation's famously devoted son.

Yet Yuanen Tiandang also understood that because of her misunderstanding, Yuanen Yehui was now living in hatred.

Mu Hongchen poked his head out from the side, looked at Yuanen Yehui, then at Yin Hongye. "How about taking on a disciple?"

His tone carried a hint of teasing and a hint of sincerity.

Yin Hongye glanced at her, his eyes as still as a dead pool.

"We aren't the same kind of people. If she wants to acknowledge me as her teacher, then the requirement for graduation is to successfully kill me, a dead man. Come back when she thinks she is capable."

After saying that, he no longer looked at Yuanen Yehui.

His refusal was decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

Qian Renxue felt that this man was not taking on a disciple at all. He was raising an enemy. It was simply... it was...

She thought for a long time before finally squeezing out two words: demonic path.

Mu Hongchen was not surprised. He shrugged and turned to Yuanen Yehui. The red-haired little girl was still standing there, the light in her eyes not yet extinguished.

"Come on, travel with us. Once we finish our business, we'll head to Mingdu." He smiled. "That place is definitely better than Shrek Academy's shabby little hole. Besides, this lady can help suppress your Martial Soul too."

Qian Renxue looked at Yuanen Yehui, then looked at Yin Hongye. "Do you really not care?"

"Care about what? Going to Mingdu counts as keeping her protected." Yin Hongye's voice was as usual, without any discernible emotion.

The group set off once more, heading east.

They stood inside Mu Hongchen's flying Soul Tool.

Yuanen Yehui remained quiet the entire time. Yuanen Tiandang did not try to stop her again. He also knew that staying at home would do no good for Yuanen Yehui's cultivation.

And as time passed, the clansmen would come to fear Yehui's Martial Soul as well.

When that happened, home would no longer be home.

Mu Hongchen controlled the Soul Tool at the front. He suddenly turned his head and glanced at Yuanen Yehui, but said nothing.

Some things could only be overcome by oneself.

Meanwhile, Eastsea City.

The sea breeze carried a salty dampness across the long seawall. Wave after wave crashed against the reefs, shattering into white foam before retreating, over and over again.

A silver-haired girl walked alone along the streets by the sea.

The Silver Dragonfish from twenty thousand years ago was about to meet herself from this era.