Sun Moon's hatred, a new talent

Kong Deming nodded, his tone still polite, but he didn't continue the conversation.

"One thing at a time, but courtesy must not be neglected. The thank-you gift will be delivered tomorrow; please be sure to accept it."

His words clearly indicated that he didn't want any deeper connection with the Holy Spirit Sect, or rather, the Holy Spirit Cult. He wanted to settle the matter of tonight's favor with a generous gift.

Zhongli Wu glanced at him, understood the implied meaning, and no longer declined.

"Thank you very much, Elder Kong, for your hospitality."

After saying that, he nodded slightly and turned to leave with Feng Ling, who had remained silent the whole time.

After taking a few steps, Zhongli Wu suddenly stopped and turned to look at Kong Deming:

"There's one more thing. If you're really planning to do what Elder Kong said to Xuan Zi and Du Busi today, don't forget to inform me beforehand."

Kong Deming met his gaze. "Who is the Cult Master?"

"Whether it's conquering the Three Kingdoms or settling scores with the Body Sect and Shrek Academy, it doesn't matter." Zhongli Wu's smile remained unchanged.

"If the Empire needs to take action, my sect is more than willing to lend a hand once again."

Jing Hongchen, standing at the back, twitched his eyelids. The Evil Soul Master of the Holy Spirit Cult have always relied on the souls of the dead, blood energy, and resentment to cultivate. If a full-scale war were to be started, these people would probably be more eager for rivers of blood to flow than anyone else.

Kong Deming looked at Zhongli Wu, paused for a moment, but did not refuse:

"Someone will discuss this with the Cult Master at that time."

Zhongli Wu nodded in satisfaction, then left without lingering, leading Feng Ling away through the dimly lit passageway.

Once the two men's footsteps had completely faded into the distance, Kong Deming withdrew his gaze and handed the Transport Manifest back to Jing Hongchen.

"His Crown Prince will make his own decision regarding the Holy Spirit Cult; you need not be distracted." Kong Deming pointed to the ruins below.

"First, let's clean up this mess. Both Mingde Hall and the Sun Moon Empire will remember this!"

Jing Hongchen accepted the roster with both hands, turned to look again at the ruins still emitting black smoke, and whispered in response:

"Yes."

Mingde Hall, student dormitory.

The commotion outside the window had gradually subsided, and Huo Yuhao sat alone on the edge of the bed, his mind filled with a jumble of thoughts.

After breaking through the encirclement, Xuan Zi had already taken "Tang San" back to the Shrek Academy overnight. Yan Shaozhe also went back to prepare for the so-called compensation. Only he remained here as an exchange student.

The Sea of Spirit is even more oppressive.

After his emotional outburst, Yu Xiaogang was curled up in a corner of his Sea of Consciousness, his back to Huo Yuhao, his withered Soul Body motionless.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao did not dare to go forward and disturb them.

Huo Yuhao withdrew his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and asked himself quietly:

"Brother Sky Dream, once Tang San returns to Shrek Academy, will everyone in the academy treat him as the most respected person?"

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, which was rolling around, paused.

How could it not be apprehensive?

Back then, just because Yu Xiaogang revealed his identity Sea God's teacher, the elders of the Sea God Pavilion held their noses and treated Huo Yuhao like a precious treasure.

Now that the true master has personally Lower Realm the mortal realm and taken over a physical body, given Shrek's blind obedience to the Sea God, all the core resources and attention will likely be poured into that Blue-Haired Boy.

But seeing Huo Yuhao's tense profile, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm suppressed these thoughts, turned over, and spoke in a deliberately relaxed manner:

"Don't worry, gold shines wherever it is. He only has a Sea Dragon Martial Soul right now. No matter how good his foundation is, how can it compare to your Twin Martial Souls? Just the Ultimate Ice that Bingbing left you, he can't even come close."

Huo Yuhao lowered his head, his voice still carrying a hint of uncertainty. "But he is, after all, a god..."

"That was in the past!" Sky Dream Ice Silkworm immediately interrupted him loudly.

"His current body is that of an eight-year-old mortal child, not the Divine Body he had in the Divine Realm."

"Besides, besides someone like me, a unique and exceptionally talented individual, who else in this world could conjure up a second Martial Soul out of thin air? It's far better to hone your own skills than to do anything else. Stop daydreaming and boosting others' morale all the time."

Hearing Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's words, Huo Yuhao's tense shoulders gradually relaxed, and his fingers, which had been crumpling the bed sheet, loosened slightly.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It quietly turned its head and glanced at Yu Xiaogang, who was still stubbornly refusing to turn around in the corner. It clicked its tongue and ultimately swallowed back the words of comfort it was about to say.

Undead Half-Plane.

"Bang!"

A black, frozen rock, about half a person's height, suddenly exploded, sending fragments of rock and ice flying everywhere.

The towering White Demon retracted his right fist, his eyes burning with a rich emerald light. A thick layer of emerald-green ice armor spread along his pale carapace, completely enveloping his right arm, with several sharp ice spikes extending from the joints.

Both wielding the same Demon Body, the Snow Empress habitually condenses ice into swords, while the Ice Empress, upon entering the White Demon's body, unleashed the ferocious nature of the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, compressing all her extreme cold Soul Power onto her body surface for wide-ranging close-quarters combat.

After several rounds of practical testing, the two rulers of the Far North have figured out the situation of this Demon Body.

Only after Gu Mingyuan raised his hand to retract his Third Soul Ring, White Demon vanished in a flash of white light, did Ice Empress reluctantly retreat back into the Sea of Spirit.

She reconstituted her twin ponytails in her Sea of Consciousness, lowered her head to flex her wrists, and then looked up at Gu Mingyuan:

"Although I still don't understand why I ended up here after taking a nap, it seems... it's not so bad now."

After saying that, she turned around and walked briskly to Snow Empress Snow Empress's side, sitting down close to her and taking her arm.

"At least here, Xue'er and I are together again."

Snow Empress turned her head and glanced at her.

For some reason, hearing Ice Empress's matter-of-fact words and seeing how she was practically pressed against her, Snow Empress felt a strange unease about what she was saying.

She subtly withdrew her hand and moved slightly to the side.

Ice Empress, completely oblivious to Xue'er's unusual behavior, turned to look at Gu Mingyuan and said with a hint of regret, "It's just that there's only one Demon Body. If a real fight breaks out, we'll have to take turns using it. If there were two, Xue'er and I could each have one and go out to beat people up together, wouldn't that be much more convenient?"

"My Demon's Contract is only at the third level, and there are still six empty Soul Ring slots. As my cultivation level increases, I might be able to summon a few more for you," Gu Mingyuan couldn't help but daydream.

Ice Empress's eyes lit up immediately, and she urged, "Then you'd better hurry up and train, don't slack off!"

Gu Mingyuan was about to reply when a voice rang out.

[Host has completed Soul Ring fusion. Initiating talent extraction!]

A thought flickered in his mind, and his attention immediately shifted from Ice Empress.

Deep within my consciousness, several beams of light of varying intensity rapidly rotated and alternated.

White light, blue light, and purple light were left behind one after another, finally settling into a dazzling golden light.