The Tang Sect's Baffling Moves

[Come to think of it, there was something I had always found perfectly reasonable.

Tang Ya later fell to darkness and gradually embarked on the path of an Evil Soul Master. A large part of the reason was probably that she learned Zhang Lexuan was Bei Bei's child bride.]

[Bei Bei and Tang Ya were true childhood sweethearts, the two of them supporting the crumbling Tang Sect together.

Tang Ya had lost both parents, and her sect was on the verge of destruction. She had long regarded Bei Bei as the only support and the only light in her life.

Then she discovered that the person she yearned for and trusted with all her heart already had a child-bride fiancée arranged by his family—someone well-matched in status, immensely powerful, and the Senior Sister of the Shrek Inner Court. Who wouldn't lose it in that situation?]

Tang Ya felt a chill spread through her entire body. Her hands and feet turned icy, and her eyes reddened instantly.

So that was it... So this was why I later became an Evil Soul Master everyone despised?

Why did Bei Bei hide it from me? Why had he never told me?

Countless grievances, fury, and unease surged into her heart, drowning her like a tide. She bit her lower lip hard, refusing to let her tears fall.

"Xiaoya... Teacher Xiaoya, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Seeing Tang Ya cry, Bei Bei was filled with anxiety. But Tang Ya could not take in a single sound now. She could only struggle to keep herself from collapsing.

[Once her mentality shattered, combined with the immense pressure of reviving the Tang Sect and all the complicated circumstances around her, those multiple blows piled together until Tang Ya completely broke down and gradually slipped into the abyss of becoming an Evil Soul Master.]

[More importantly, her Blue Silver Grass had developed a problem. It actually gained the ability to devour other people's flesh and blood. With this series of blows and coincidences, the emergence of Tang Ya, the Holy Spirit Cult's Saintess, actually made perfect sense.]

[The Tang Sect was truly absurd. Never mind that its own cultivation methods, the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, and its Hidden Weapon crafting techniques were all incomplete versions.

Tang San, that bastard, was truly a bastard. He founded the sect himself, yet before leaving Douluo Continent, he still took away its most essential parts. If that wasn't something only a bastard could do, I wouldn't believe it.]

Tang Ya forcibly held back her tears. Ignoring Bei Bei's repeated calls beside her, she saw the newly updated diary entry and felt a nameless fire surge within her. So this was the answer?

Tang San? The Sea God? An ancestor?

What normal ancestor would take away the core of their sect's greatest techniques and leave their descendants with an incomplete Tang Sect?

[That freak Tang San, the Tang Sect's founding patriarch, was bad enough. The sect masters who came after him were just as ridiculous. Just because the first sect master was Tang San, every later sect master had to possess Blue Silver Grass as their Martial Soul and follow Tang San's cultivation path. It nearly made me laugh myself to death.]

[Tang San's Martial Soul was the Blue Silver Emperor, one of the finest Martial Souls there was. How could an ordinary Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul possibly replicate Tang San's path? What a joke!]

[Those idiots in the Tang Sect also constantly hated Soul Guidance Devices, saying that if Soul Guidance Devices had never appeared, their Tang Sect's Hidden Weapons would not have declined. If their Hidden Weapons had not declined, the Tang Sect would not have fallen into ruin.]

[That was purely an excuse for their own incompetence. Even without Soul Guidance Devices, Tang San had taken away several of the most powerful Hidden Weapons. The Tang Sect of Douluo II still would not have been able to stand firm.]

[Eh, wasn't I writing about Shrek Academy? How did I end up at the Tang Sect? Back on track, back on track. The Tang Sect is just some insignificant scrap no one cares about. The fact that I even spared it a glance was enough for the Tang Sect to count its blessings.]

Wang Dong'er truly could not hold it in after seeing the final diary entry and burst out laughing. Lin Ye raised his head in confusion and looked at Wang Dong'er, who hurriedly covered her mouth.

"Dong'er, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just thought of something happy."

Lin Ye grumbled inwardly, How strange, then stopped paying attention to Wang Dong'er. He closed his eyes again and continued updating the rest of the diary.

[Back to Shrek Academy. Zhang Lexuan was far more than just a few years older than Bei Bei. They say an older wife by three years is worth a brick of gold, but the golden brick Bei Bei was holding was probably getting too heavy for him to carry.]

[Tsk, tsk. That old man Mu En really knew how to pair up a couple at random.]

[When I first read Douluo II, I really thought Mu En, that old Dragon God, was some detached, world-weary sage—the stabilizing pillar of Shrek.

But the more I considered it, and after reading quite a few people's analyses, the more I realized this old man was probably not so simple, nor as kind as he appeared.]

In the core region of the Star Dou Forest, at the bottom of the Lake of Life.

Gu Yuena opened her eyes, a trace of surprise flashing through her golden vertical pupils.

Di Tian's deeply suppressed wariness whenever he mentioned Mu En seemed to still echo in her ears.

She knew of the hypocrisy of human powerhouses, but she had never imagined that the supreme human expert whom even Di Tian had to avoid would possess such hidden schemes.

[Zhang Lexuan's family was an old noble house of the Heaven Soul Empire. Just because they offended a rival of equal standing, their entire household was massacred overnight.

But strangely, why was a little girl with decent talent the only one left alive? And why was she conveniently found by Mu En, who had been severely injured after battling Du Bisi?]

Within the Shrek Inner Court, inside a quiet loft.

Zhang Lexuan had been reading the diary all along, but when she saw the newly updated entry, the blood-soaked horror of that night flooded back like a tide.

Towering flames had dyed half the sky red. Her parents lay in pools of blood. She had hidden in the crack of a wardrobe, watching those vicious assassins search every corner, yet somehow miss the place where she hid.

Back then, she had only thought herself lucky, believing her parents' spirits had protected her from heaven. But now, with a single sentence from Lin Ye exposing it, all the details she had deliberately ignored for decades suddenly became painfully glaring.

She raised a hand to cover her mouth, and two streams of clear tears slid down without warning.

That was right. If she had been the one carrying out a massacre, how could she have left behind such a massive oversight?

A little girl with barely more than ten levels of Soul Power—no matter how well she hid, how could she possibly have escaped the notice of assassins capable of wiping out an entire noble household?

[What a coincidence. Too much of a coincidence, like a script written in advance.

Never mind that the severely wounded Mu En did not return to Shrek to recover. Instead, he wandered into the Heaven Soul Empire, right under the Noumenon Sect's nose.

And then there was the timing. Not too early, not too late—just after the massacre ended, just after the killers left, and before Zhang Lexuan had been frightened or frozen to death, he appeared. If there was no trick behind that, not even ghosts would believe it.]

[And there was something else I understood even less. After Mu En saved Zhang Lexuan, what did he do? He actually made Zhang Lexuan become Bei Bei's child bride?!]

[I truly don't understand it. You saved that little girl's life, gave her a place to settle down, and taught her how to cultivate. Wasn't that debt of gratitude already immense enough? Could she really still betray you or betray Shrek?]

Zhang Lexuan's delicate body trembled violently. She staggered, nearly falling straight from her chair. Bracing herself against the edge of the table, her face turned as pale as paper.

The words "child bride" had been a thorn buried in her heart for many years.