Perhaps This Was Inheritance

"My Star Luo Empire... my Star Luo Empire..."

The Star Luo Emperor understood Yin Hongye's words, and his mind grew somewhat dazed. The other man should not have deigned to lie to him.

"Mobilize the troops! Mobilize the troops! I will destroy the Heaven Dou Empire! I cannot let the Star Luo Empire fall into the hands of the Heaven Dou Empire!"

"Your Majesty, you must not! Spirit Hall will never agree!"

"I cannot concern myself with that anymore! For my people, I will carve out a bright and clear world!"

The Star Luo Emperor could no longer care about any of that. The Sea God supported the Heaven Dou Empire and completely disregarded his Star Luo Empire, did he? Then he would destroy the Heaven Dou Empire now.

"But what about Spirit Hall?"

"Attack from the sea! Build ships—great ships!"

"B-But... His Highness the Crown Prince's closest friend is..."

"No buts. This is my command! If that brat dares object, then he need not remain Crown Prince either!"

At that moment, helplessness filled Dai Mubai's eyes. They had only just met again, and he was already going to become enemies with Xiao San?

But the Star Luo Empire had actually perished at the hands of the Heaven Dou Empire, and because of Xiao San at that. His fingers curled into fists, leaving him torn between two sides.

On one side was his brother; on the other was his country.

Meanwhile, on the Heavenly Screen, the Soul Tool vehicle turned a corner and drove into an enormous building.

Yin Hongye pushed open the car door, but just before his foot touched the ground, he suddenly stopped.

Karmic sin.

Anyone carrying that much of it could only be an Evil Soul Master. Unlike him, who did not have a trace of karmic sin on him and was naturally pure-hearted.

In truth, he had simply burned it all away.

He frowned and looked up at the mall's vaulted ceiling. Glass and steel beams formed its structure, the lights were bright enough to sting the eyes, and crowds streamed past in an endless flow. Everything looked perfectly normal.

Yet he could still sense that aura.

"What's wrong?" Qian Renxue followed him out of the car, her golden hair swaying gently in the conditioned air.

"I sensed something," Yin Hongye said calmly.

Qian Renxue froze for a moment, then sensed it as well. The aura was like rotting flower petals, sweet and cloying yet reeking of blood, seeping out from some corner of the mall. She could only identify its general location amid the crowd of people with differing attributes.

"Your Angel Martial Soul sensed it too," Yin Hongye noticed.

"Mm."

"Then leave it alone. There are too many people in the mall. No matter what we do, innocents will be harmed."

"But..."

"No buts. Evil Soul Masters do not care about human lives."

"Does that really not matter?"

"This isn't your era. At this hour, there are at least ten or twenty thousand people in this mall. They are all hostages of that Evil Soul Master."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue immediately understood Yin Hongye's concerns. They truly could not act carelessly. In reality, Yin Hongye simply did not want to make a move. A few days ago, he had accidentally killed more than ten Shrek Academy students, and the Federation had only just finished cleaning up after him.

The situation then had been that a group of people suddenly attacked him, so he casually swung his hand. Who knew that at fifteen, they had not even reached Soul Sage?

They passed through the automatic doors, and cold air rushed over them. People came and went inside the mall. Young people held up their phones to take pictures, children chased each other beside the fountain, and behind one counter, a sales clerk smiled at a customer.

Everything was normal.

Yin Hongye did not stop walking. He crossed the central atrium and reached the second floor. His spiritual power swept across the entire mall, and he discovered a woman carrying a faint smell of blood.

She was undoubtedly the Evil Soul Master.

Once he confirmed that she was here to shop and that her strength had reached the Titled Douluo level, he did not act rashly.

If he made a move, more people would die than the Evil Soul Master would kill.

"Come on. Change out of those clothes that look like they came from a museum," Yin Hongye said as if it were only natural. He turned into a clothing store, casually picked an item off the rack and held it against her, then put it back. "You stand out a little too much dressed like that."

Qian Renxue lowered her head to inspect herself. She really was dressed too extravagantly. Amid the mall's sea of customers, she was like a peacock that had fallen into a flock of sparrows.

Of course, that also had plenty to do with Qian Renxue's appearance.

"I do not understand how you girls can fuss over choices like this. Pick your size, change into something suitable, and then I'll buy everything else you like in one go."

Yin Hongye did not look like he was shopping at all. If money could solve it, was it even a problem? He would simply buy everything. It was not as though he lacked that little bit of money.

If he ran out of money, he could just find some family and take their coins. In any case, no one from an ordinary ten-thousand-year-old clan could beat him.

As for impeachment by the Federal Parliament, the Ghost Emperor and Nether Emperor next door... for some reason, they were especially welcoming toward him.

If it truly came to it, he had a good relationship with Zhen Hua. He could borrow money from him—and simply not pay it back.

Qian Renxue was fairly efficient. It took her only fifteen minutes to make her choices.

She stood on the fitting room platform. The off-white dress cinched at her waist, while its turned-down collar revealed a small patch of skin beneath her collarbones. Its hem fell just past her knees; it would not hinder her movements when she walked, yet it still looked neat and capable when she stood still. She raised a hand and swept her golden hair to one side, looking as though she had entered an entirely different era.

Yin Hongye watched for two seconds before telling the clerk beside him, "Bring one set of every piece of clothing and every pair of shoes in this size."

"Everything?"

"Yes. Stop talking, swipe the card, and deliver them to this address."

Before long, the two left the second floor of the mall and continued toward the third. This time, Yin Hongye bought even faster. Although he could tell the difference between shades, he was too lazy to let Qian Renxue choose, so he simply bought everything at once.

That should solve her short-term living needs.

Qian Renxue followed behind him. As they descended the escalator, her gaze was suddenly caught by something.

Near the side entrance on the first floor, a shop sign glowed with a cold white light. Four characters were set into a dark background, simple and crisp.

Dazzling Tang Sect.

She froze for an instant. The words "Tang Sect" stabbed directly into her memories.

"Red Lotus Douluo," she said, her eyes still fixed on the sign.

Yin Hongye stopped and turned to look at her.

"What is that shop's relationship with the Tang Sect?"

"Dazzling Tang Sect is just the Tang Sect's ordinary business in the Federation. They sell household Soul Tools."

"They do not make hidden weapons anymore?"

"They do. They sell weapons and fight the Federation! How else are they supposed to make money without stirring up chaos across the continent and starting wars?"

At those words, everyone from twenty thousand years ago stared fixedly at the screen. As high-ranking Soul Masters, they did not care about war.

But ordinary people were deeply repulsed by it. What could they do on the battlefield?

They could not even withstand a single Soul Master skill. In their eyes, the Tang Sect existed for war and was no different from Fallen Soul Masters.

Tang San watched as his Tang Sect's legacy endured for twenty thousand years, and the corners of his lips rose. This was how it should be.

As for how many people died across the continent, it was all for the Tang Sect's inheritance.

That was what they should do.

But he did not know that if Yin Hongye revealed one thing, his current Tang Sect could immediately fall apart.

Divided hearts and divided loyalties.

"You do not care about the Tang Sect?" Seeing Yin Hongye's indifferent attitude, Qian Renxue could not help asking.

"Why should I care about the Tang Sect? I do not even care about the Federation. There is no one left in this world worth caring about."

Yin Hongye had never cared about such things, so long as they did not affect him. Of course, if the Federation was going to be destroyed, he would destroy the Federation first.

"Your parents, could they both have..."

"They are both gone. They both died in front of me."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's fine. I got used to it long ago."

Yin Hongye had personally watched his father kill his mother and turn her into his Soul Ring.

Then, after becoming a Titled Douluo at sixteen, he killed people and took their bones.

Perhaps this was inheritance.