History's Truth! Ma Xiaotao Is Stunned!

Zhu Zhuqing did not respond.

She looked up at the Golden Rankings again, the anticipation in her eyes undimmed.

Heaven Dou City.

On a long street.

Tang Ya, Ma Xiaotao, and Qian Renxue stood among the crowd.

Golden light fell from the sky onto the three of them.

Qian Renxue wore a pale gold dress.

Her golden hair spilled over her shoulders, and the radiance lent her delicate face an almost sacred beauty.

She stared at the description on the Golden Rankings for a long time.

"The Evil-Eyed Tyrant?"

"The Sun Moon Continent?"

"Besides the Douluo Continent, there really are other continents?"

Qian Renxue remembered what Long Yuan had told her.

The Sun Moon Continent existed on the other side of the ocean.

In a few thousand years, it would collide with the Douluo Continent.

At the time, she had taken it for a story Long Yuan had made up.

But the Power Rankings had now proved that the Sun Moon Continent was real.

Qian Renxue could no longer keep her thoughts calm.

How did Long Yuan know about the Sun Moon Continent?

And how had he known Bibi Dong's ranking in advance?

Could he truly have come from ten thousand years in the future?

Tang Ya noticed her reaction and said earnestly:

"Of course there are other continents."

"In our era, the Sun Moon Continent had long since joined with the Douluo Continent."

"Later, tectonic movement gradually brought other continents together too."

"But in this era, the continents should still be separate."

Qian Renxue turned to her.

"Continents can really move?"

Tang Ya nodded.

"Of course they can."

"It's just so slow that ordinary people can't detect it."

Ma Xiaotao looked up at the Evil-Eyed Tyrant's name, recognition dawning on her face.

"So it's that Evil-Eye."

"It actually made it onto the Power Rankings."

Tang Ya blinked.

"Xiaotao, you've met the Evil-Eyed Tyrant?"

"I have."

Ma Xiaotao swept her fiery red hair away from her chest.

Her fitted dress accentuated her tall, curvy figure. As she stood by the street, her long, slender legs drew plenty of looks from passersby.

"That creature challenged Sister Xishui once."

"Sister Xishui crushed it."

Tang Ya looked at her in confusion.

"Why don't I remember that?"

"How long have you even been with the Holy Spirit Cult?"

Ma Xiaotao glanced at her.

"When that happened, who knows where you were?"

Tang Ya thought for a moment.

"Fair enough."

"I haven't been a disciple of the Holy Spirit Cult nearly as long as you."

Qian Renxue, standing beside them, felt her expression shift.

"The Holy Spirit Cult?"

She had never heard of this organization.

The Evil-Eyed Tyrant ranked ninth on the Power Rankings.

It was a 790,000-year Soul Beast and the ruler of the Evil Demon Forest on the Sun Moon Continent.

Yet Ma Xiaotao said Ye Xishui had once crushed it.

And Ye Xishui called Long Yuan her master.

Just how powerful were these people?

For the first time, Qian Renxue realized she could not see through anyone around Long Yuan.

Tang Ya did not notice the change in her.

Her gaze had fallen on a girl by the street.

The girl looked only eleven or twelve.

She wore a faded cloth dress, and her shoes were badly worn.

A Spirit Hall badge was pinned to her chest.

Tang Ya walked over.

"Little sister, are you a Soul Master too?"

The girl looked up.

Seeing Tang Ya's fine clothes, she immediately grew nervous.

"I am."

Tang Ya crouched to meet her eyes.

Her blue dress pooled on the ground, and her long hair fell over her shoulders.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What do you think of Spirit Hall?"

The girl answered without hesitation.

"Spirit Hall is good."

"The aunties and uncles in my village all respect Spirit Hall."

Tang Ya asked:

"Why?"

The girl glanced down at the badge on her chest.

"Spirit Hall awakens our Martial Souls for free."

"My family has no money."

"Without Spirit Hall, I never would have had the chance to awaken mine."

She raised her hand.

A slender blade of grass appeared in her palm.

It was the most ordinary of Martial Souls, but she still looked at it with affection.

"The Soul Master who awakened it said I have one level of Soul Power and can become a Soul Master."

"Spirit Hall gives me Gold Soul Coins, too."

"My father died when I was little, and my mother has always been sick."

"Without the Gold Soul Coins Spirit Hall gives me, we might not even have enough to eat."

Tang Ya stood frozen.

The girl put away her Martial Soul.

"When I get stronger, I want to join Spirit Hall too."

"I want to become a Soul Master who awakens Martial Souls."

"Then I can help other people awaken theirs."

Tang Ya slowly rose.

She had read many Tang Sect Records.

Those records portrayed Spirit Hall as a brutal, evil force.

Yet in this commoner girl's eyes, Spirit Hall had given her a chance to change her fate.

It awakened Martial Souls for commoners free of charge.

It paid stipends to weaker Soul Masters.

Neither sounded complicated, but together they had opened a path upward for commoners.

Ma Xiaotao fell quiet too.

She looked at the girl's worn dress, then at the Spirit Hall badge the girl guarded so carefully.

Everything before her was utterly different from the history she knew.

After they saw the little girl off.

Tang Ya remained where she was, watching that figure in a worn dress disappear into the crowd.

For a long time, she did not look away.

Ma Xiaotao was much quieter as well.

The little girl had offered no grand arguments.

She had simply told them what she had lived through.

Spirit Hall had awakened her Martial Soul for free and given her a Soul Master stipend.

That help had not only changed her fate; it had given her sick mother hope of surviving.

Tang Ya pressed her lips together.

"The Tang Sect Records never mentioned any of this."

"They only said Spirit Hall was brutal and evil, bent on ruling the continent."

"But the Spirit Hall we've seen today is nothing like the one in the records."

Ma Xiaotao looked at the people passing along the street.

Many commoners wore badges issued by Spirit Hall.

When they spoke of Spirit Hall, there was no fear on their faces—only respect.

"History isn't necessarily the whole truth."

"At least Spirit Hall isn't as bad as we imagined."

Ma Xiaotao turned toward Qian Renxue, who stood beside them.

Qian Renxue's pale gold dress hugged her tall, curvy figure.

Golden hair spilled over her shoulders, fair legs showed beneath her hem, and an aura of pure light always surrounded her.

However Ma Xiaotao looked at her, she had nothing in common with an Evil Soul Master.

Tang Ya looked at Qian Renxue too.

"Sister Renxue doesn't look like a bad person either."

Qian Renxue blinked her violet eyes.

"You always thought I was a bad person?"

Tang Ya nodded sheepishly.

"That's what the Tang Sect Records said."

"But I won't believe the records alone anymore."

"The Cult Leader was right."

"To learn the true history, we need to see it with our own eyes."

Ma Xiaotao folded her arms.

"As for why Spirit Hall ended up as the history books describe it, we can investigate that in time."