Vast Sea Douluo, I Accidentally Blew Up the Tang Sect Again

Yin Hongye barely aimed before releasing the bowstring.

The string snapped back with a dull twang.

The instant the spear left the string, it tore open a visible shockwave through the air.

The flames around the spearhead were ripped by the wind pressure into a thin, elongated streak of fire, like a meteor grazing the atmosphere and trailing an orange-red tail.

The entire hall flickered beneath that blaze, shifting light and shadow sweeping across every upturned face.

"How is this brat improving so fast?!" Mu Ye was startled when he saw that move, but then he suddenly remembered something.

The citizens of Heaven Dou City didn't deserve to die, did they?

The Evil Soul Master turned back in midair, her pupils filled with the pursuing firelight. She knew she could not escape. The spear had locked onto her aura; no matter what she did now, it was useless.

She made her decision at once. Her blood wings folded sharply, and she plummeted toward the ground like a kite with its string cut. The instant she landed, she tapped the ground with her toes, borrowed the force to spring up, and lunged straight toward the Tang Sect in Heaven Dou City.

She was not trying to flee into the Tang Sect. She wanted to drag the Tang Sect down with her.

If it worked, she would make a killing.

The spear chased after her like a meteor pursuing the moon. Fire streamed from its tip, carving a straight line over the streets as it pursued the silhouette of those blood wings, pursued that life tightly wrapped in karmic burden.

The moment the Evil Soul Master stepped through the Tang Sect's gates, the spear arrived.

Its tip pierced through her back and burst out of her chest, pinning her body as it carried her dozens of meters farther before exploding.

A bloom of red fire surged over the Tang Sect, wrapped in blistering heat and releasing a terrifying shockwave, like a red spider lily that bloomed and withered in an instant.

The flames devoured the courtyard, the pillars, and the hanging plaque. Roof tiles were hurled into the air by the blast, shattered into dust, and rained down.

The Tang Sect of Heaven Dou City was silently swallowed by that red sea of fire.

"Wait, that direction looks kind of familiar..."

Yin Hongye felt it was familiar, but he could not remember why for the moment.

Mu Ye reminded him, "That's the Tang Sect—the one you blew up last time!"

"Oh, so it was the Tang Sect. I thought it was the Tang Sect." Yin Hongye clearly had yet to process it.

"Damn, so I caused trouble again."

"Yes. That's right."

"Forget it. I only blew up one Tang Sect. It's a small matter."

Yin Hongye's tone was already perfectly calm when he said that, as though nothing had happened.

It was not his first time, after all. Too many lice and you stop itching; too many debts and you stop worrying.

Besides, this time really was not his fault—the Evil Soul Master had set the trap, and he could at most be considered an accomplice. The more he thought about it, the more innocent he felt. He was practically a great saint of the age, taking the blame for nothing.

He pulled out his Soul Tool communicator, found Chen Xinjie's number, and dialed it.

After two rings, the other end picked up. Yin Hongye held the communicator a little farther away and struck first. "I accidentally blew up the Heaven Dou Tang Sect again. Send someone to deal with it."

There was roughly one second of silence on the other end.

Then Chen Xinjie's roar exploded from the communicator like a cannon shell, so loud that even Mu Ye shifted half a step away. "Can you stop causing me trouble every single day?!"

Yin Hongye switched the communicator to his other ear and sighed.

"I want to," he said, sounding as sincere as though he were confessing, "but it wasn't my fault. Blame the Evil Soul Master. I was just an innocent passerby chasing an Evil Soul Master, and I accidentally missed—can that really be blamed on me?"

Silence fell over the communicator. It was not the silence of being persuaded, but the silence of being utterly speechless.

Chen Xinjie closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. The report on handling the aftermath of Yin Hongye's previous disaster was still spread across his desk, the ink not even dry before another one had arrived.

Could this guy not behave himself for once?

"Fine. Leave it to me."

Those last four words were practically squeezed through clenched teeth, as though he were signing his own death warrant.

After ending the call, he leaned back in his chair and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.

Cleaning up after people again. Qian Gu Dongfeng still remembered the time Yin Hongye had directly kidnapped Qiangu Zhangting and a group of Qian Gu family juniors, then gone straight to the Spirit Pagoda headquarters to kill people.

It had also revealed Yin Hongye's morality and bottom line.

He opened a drawer and took out a standard accident aftermath procedure form—he no longer even needed to look at it; he could recite it with his eyes closed. Seal off the scene, comfort the casualties, control public opinion, compensate for battle damage. He flipped to the compensation estimate page, glanced at the previous bill, then thought about this one.

Forget it. Better not think about it.

After all, any one of the things Yin Hongye had done was enough to bankrupt the War God Hall.

So they were all charged to Yin Hongye personally.

Of course, whether that guy repaid the money was his own problem.

The more debts you have, the less they weigh on you. Debtors are the real bosses.

Among everyone Chen Xinjie knew, Yin Hongye was the most qualified to act like one.

What did it mean that killing people was the smallest crime he had ever committed?

He picked up his communicator and called Yin Hongye's dedicated cleanup team.

"The Tang Sect got blown up again. Go handle it." He paused before adding, "Same rule as always. Put it on Yin Hongye's tab."

Everyone fell silent. Of course, most of them did not really care.

Hardly anyone could beat Yin Hongye anyway. They had to cover this up; if he went to the Holy Spirit Cult, there would be another Underworld Douluo.

Most terrifying of all, Yin Hongye suppressed everyone.

As long as you had killed before.

Whether directly or indirectly.

The criteria were downright absurd. It was not fatal to Soul Masters, but it was enough to torment them, and there was no defense against it at all.

Even if the Holy Spirit Douluo came, Karmic Fire would ignite around them.

If the Tang Sect truly wanted to make trouble for Yin Hongye, they could think about Underworld Douluo first.

If you wanted to kill him, he could fight you to the death—and you might not even manage to kill him.

If you tried to suppress him, the Holy Spirit Cult would welcome him.

When you slept at night, you had better sleep with your eyes open. Close them, and you might never open them again.

After all, not everyone could cultivate their way to Titled Douluo in ten years, and the Federation had found no traces of slaughter.

Yin Hongye ended the call, shoved the Soul Tool into his pocket, and clapped his hands.

"Settled."

"Just blowing up the Tang Sect. Small matter."

Qian Renxue stood beside him, looking at the smoking ruins in the distance in silence for a while. Then, as though remembering something, she turned her head and said, "As long as the Defense Clan is still around, the Tang Sect should be rebuilt quickly, right?"

She said it naturally, as though she were stating common knowledge.

Mu Ye turned to look at her, his brow furrowing.

"What Defense Clan? The Tang Sect's Imperial Hall?"

The confusion on his face was genuine, not an argument for argument's sake. With twenty thousand years of history behind them, no one would know too much about it.

What was more, the people remaining in the Tang Sect themselves rarely mentioned such ancient history—they were busy doing business and selling weapons, and the Imperial Hall was just the Tang Sect's errand-running division.

Who had the time to tell outsiders what their ancestors had done twenty thousand years ago?

"The Tang Sect's Imperial Hall, the Tang Sect's errand-runners," Yin Hongye said bluntly. "But if I remember correctly, the Tang Sect's Defense Clan left the Tang Sect over ten thousand years ago."

"I remember it could be described as abandonment."

Naturally, he did not say who had abandoned whom. Those familiar with history understood, but unfortunately, he did not know that some people did not.

The moment those words were spoken, beyond the Heavenly Screen, the Tang Sect's four great clans all looked at Tang San with strange expressions.

Abandonment...

What a fitting word!