Bai Fan Plots Against Ling Luochen

"Ya Ya, don't rush into revenge. Once we're strong enough, I'll help you get your revenge."

Bai Fan's calm words froze Tang Ya's smile. Her expression darkened instantly, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"How did you know about this?"

"Of course I investigated it. After obtaining my second Soul Ring, my spiritual power increased greatly, and I sensed that your Martial Soul was different, Ya Ya."

Bai Fan spouted nonsense with a straight face, explaining things while already knowing the answer.

"If I guessed correctly, Ya Ya, your Martial Soul is the mutated Blue Silver Grass. You can increase your cultivation by devouring flesh and blood, right?"

Tang Ya's mouth fell open, terror filling her eyes as she looked at Bai Fan.

"You... you..."

She could not even form a complete sentence.

"Ya Ya, I realized something during the holiday. Do you know what it was?"

"What?" Tang Ya asked casually.

Bai Fan stared at Tang Ya, his voice turning solemn.

"A useless Martial Soul is a useless Martial Soul. It can never achieve anything in a lifetime."

"Everyone believes that saying: 'There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters.' But that was nonsense to begin with."

"That saying came from the master Yu Xiaogang ten thousand years ago. If you thought about it carefully, he insulted himself twice with that one sentence."

"People had to distinguish dreams from reality. That saying was a hypocritical dream, a trick meant to deceive the world. Reality was that a useless Martial Soul would never amount to anything."

"Tang San's Martial Soul ten thousand years ago came from the Blue Silver Emperor. Do you think that was a useless Martial Soul?"

"Why did Shrek only recruit monsters and not ordinary people? Because they knew useless Martial Souls could never accomplish anything."

Bai Fan's endless stream of words left Tang Ya stunned. For a moment, she did not even notice his disrespect toward Tang San.

"And Ya Ya, if your Martial Soul were not a mutated Martial Soul, what made you think you could have achieved what you had today?"

"Strength is always the foundation of one's existence. Rebuilding the Tang Sect required strength, and so did revenge."

Bai Fan was just getting fired up when Tang Ya cut him off.

"Yu Hao, everything you said makes sense, but I'll handle my own affairs myself. Your top priority now is to cultivate and grow quickly. Take care of yourself first."

"No, Ya Ya, I'm not done yet. My main purpose in coming here was to persuade you to use your Martial Soul's advantage to increase your strength."

"No. If I do that, I'll be regarded as an evil Soul Master. That would put Bei Bei in a difficult position."

Tang Ya's expression was conflicted. It was clear that she still wanted to do it.

Bai Fan waved his index finger before him.

"No, no, no, Ya Ya. Evil Soul Masters are defined by people, and power itself has no distinction between good and evil. It all depends on how one uses it."

"If you devoured the flesh and blood of evil Soul Masters, would you still be an evil Soul Master? Wouldn't that be eliminating harm for the people?"

"If you used a Soul Master's privileges to bully the weak, would that be justice? No, that would be evil."

"So, Ya Ya, go ahead without worry. I'll cover for you. You only need to keep increasing your strength. Then we'll help you get your revenge and restore the Tang Sect's glory together."

Under Bai Fan's impassioned persuasion, Tang Ya finally let go of the knot in her heart.

"Yu Hao, thank you for guiding me. From now on, you are my, Tang Ya's, own little brother. Whoever dares hurt you, I'll make them pay an absolute price."

Tang Ya clenched her fists, her eyes filled with determination.

Bai Fan nodded in satisfaction before leaving.

Outside the Heavenly Screen.

Mu En lay on a recliner with narrowed eyes, muttering, "Power has no distinction between good and evil... What a fine insight. Just what kind of existence are you?"

Within the Tang Sect.

Tang Ya watched Bai Fan speaking eloquently on the Heavenly Screen, and a shackle somewhere in her heart quietly began to break.

Inside the Heavenly Screen.

The outer disciples began a massive free-for-all.

Bai Fan floated in the air on a jet Soul Tool.

The second soul skill of his Spirit Eyes, Simulation, activated. A lifelike Golden Holy Dragon appeared, its roar echoing across the entire battlefield.

Bai Fan had simulated this Golden Holy Dragon based on the Little Golden Dragon. He controlled it with his spiritual power and sent it lunging toward the opponents.

The terrifying pressure left the group stunned for a moment.

Bai Fan grabbed Wang Dong with one hand while extending the index finger of his other hand, pointing into the empty space ahead.

"Extreme Cold, Eternal Freeze!"

(Not a soul skill, just a simple attack.)

Using the ultimate ice attribute of his second Martial Soul, Bai Fan launched a simple attack with Wang Dong's Soul Power support.

The temperature in the air plummeted, and countless ice needles floated through the air.

Under the intense freezing force, those with weaker Soul Power were frozen completely immobile, while even those with stronger Soul Power could only move with great difficulty.

"End it!"

"Decay amid Brilliance, Golden Road!"

Golden light flashed, and the attack followed immediately.

The battle ended, and the original seven advanced successfully.

This was Bai Fan's style of battle: proactive and bold.

Since he possessed an ultimate ice Martial Soul, he had to make full use of its strength.

The original Huo Yuhao only supported his teammates and ultimately used Golden Road to end the match, leaving all the initiative in his teammates' hands.

Next, they would coordinate with the inner court team, prepare to depart for the tournament, and complete the supervisory mission along the way.

"Old Yi, can you hear me?"

Bai Fan asked within his spiritual Sea of Consciousness, checking whether he had awakened.

The only response was the incessant chirping of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm.

The group passed through the Ming Dou Mountain Range, where Dai Hao's forces were stationed.

Lieutenant Du Leisi came to receive them.

After entering the military camp, Bai Fan saw his nominal father for the first time.

A handsome man in military uniform, with a full head of golden hair and a tall, muscular build, came forward to greet them.

"Welcome, Shrek's young prodigies. Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality."

After seeing Dai Hao, Bai Fan lost all interest and quietly slipped away alone.

"Death Messenger, where are you? I truly can't wait to meet you."

Bai Fan rubbed his hands together, greed appearing on his face.

This Death Messenger was a tremendous tonic that could help Electrolux recover his divine consciousness.

Suddenly, Bai Fan seemed to think of something. He restrained his greed and returned to the military camp.

Events unfolded just as they had in the original story.

Along the way, Bai Fan kept his Mental Detection active at all times.

Finally, the group discovered the evil Soul Masters' hiding place.

The seven inner court disciples slaughtered their way ahead, leaving the ground covered with densely packed corpses.

Just as the slaughter continued, Death Messenger appeared.

"I'll kill all of you!"

After an enraged roar, the corpses on the ground began to explode.

The inner court disciples were caught off guard.

They hastily defended against the explosions, but the blasts were so powerful that numerous wounds instantly appeared on their bodies.

Because Bai Fan had used an excuse beforehand to switch Yao Haoxuan and Ling Luochen's positions, Ling Luochen's body was battered and covered in wounds by the explosions.

"Fall back! Head for the exit!" Bai Fan shouted.

The Soul Tool beneath his feet activated, and he rapidly rushed to the front of the group.

He wrapped his left arm around Ma Xiaotao and his right arm around Ling Luochen.

"Give me the evil fire energy!"

Bai Fan spoke quickly, and Ma Xiaotao immediately understood.

The evil fire energy entered Bai Fan's body through his left hand.

Bai Fan sent a thread of ultimate ice into Ling Luochen's body through his right hand. Ling Luochen's Soul Power was instantly seized by Bai Fan and flowed into his body through his right hand.

The two utterly different energies collided within Bai Fan's body.

Ice Emperor Possession!

Bai Fan used his defensive skill, blocking the consecutive explosions with his back.

At the same time, Bai Fan's body underwent a tremendous transformation. All his clothes burst apart, and the skin across his body turned half red and half blue.