Evil Spirit Hall? History Is Written by the Victors!

Heaven Dou City.

Shops lined both sides of the streets, and people came and went.

Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao, Tang Ya, and Ma Xiaotao walked down a long street.

The four of them were dressed quite differently from the passersby around them.

Tang Ya looked at the oil lamps along the road, then at the carriages passing through the street.

"This really is Heaven Dou City from ten thousand years ago."

She cupped her cheeks, her gaze sweeping over everything around her.

"These buildings look just like the ones described in the Tang Sect Records."

Ma Xiaotao walked beside her.

Her fiery red hair fell to her waist, and her fitted dress accentuated her tall figure.

"A city from ten thousand years ago really is simpler than the ones in our time."

"But seeing the Heaven Dou City of history with my own eyes still feels special."

Ye Xishui looked up at the sky.

The words on the Golden Rankings remained clearly visible.

"Eleventh on the Power Rankings: Tang Chen."

Tang Ya frowned slightly.

"Who's Tang Chen?"

Ye Xishui glanced at her.

"He should be Tang San's grandfather—Tang Hao's grandfather."

"Tang San's grandfather?"

Tang Ya immediately looked up at the Heaven Rankings.

After reading Tang Chen's entry, the anticipation on her face gradually faded.

"He slaughtered tens of thousands of people just to master the Slaughter Domain."

"And some of them were innocent."

Tang Ya pressed her lips together.

"That's too cruel."

Her feelings about Tang San had already been complicated.

Learning that he had a grandfather like this made her even more uncomfortable.

"I never thought Tang Chen was that kind of person."

Ma Xiaotao was also looking at the Heaven Rankings.

"History only recorded his exceptional talent. It never mentioned any of this."

Ye Xishui said calmly, "Historical records often preserve only the outcome."

"The full story of how it happened isn't always left behind."

Long Xiaoyao stood beside them.

He looked at Tang Ya.

"The Asura Divine Power affected Tang Chen and left his mind in chaos."

"But that doesn't erase everything he did."

Tang Ya nodded.

"With a grandfather like that, no wonder Tang San was able to become the Tang Sect's leader."

"But if Tang Chen really did slaughter innocent people, then that legacy isn't as bright as I imagined."

Ma Xiaotao folded her arms.

She watched the streak of blood-red light recede into the distance.

"Even the person in eleventh place has that kind of strength."

"Who could the top ten be?"

Ye Xishui did not answer.

She simply watched the Golden Rankings, increasingly certain that everything her master, Long Yuan, had told her was true.

The continent of ten thousand years ago concealed many powerful figures they had never known about.

And those who appeared on the rankings next were bound to cause an even greater stir.

Heaven Dou City.

Inside a tavern.

Qian Renxue gazed at Tang Chen's name on the Heaven Rankings, her eyes flickering.

"Eleventh on the Power Rankings—Tang Chen?"

She raised her cup and took a small sip.

"He's still alive. So he's spent all these years in Slaughter City, trying to make it through Hell Road."

Long Yuan sat opposite her, his expression unchanged.

"It's only Tang Chen."

Qian Renxue turned toward him.

"Only?"

"He is indeed strong now, but his injuries are too severe, and he's not in peak condition."

Long Yuan poured himself a cup of wine.

"At his peak, he might have ranked a little higher."

Qian Renxue set down her cup, curiosity in her violet eyes.

"A Level 99 Limit Douluo who commands Asura Divine Power and carries the Asura God Sword."

"And to you, someone like that is merely 'strong'?"

She looked at him, plainly unconvinced.

"Are there people around you who are stronger than a Limit Douluo?"

"Yes."

"Who are they?"

"You'll find out soon."

Long Yuan offered no further explanation.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the tavern.

Four figures entered.

The woman in front was tall, with fair skin and a flawlessly delicate face.

A luxurious red dress hugged her waist, its hem swaying with each step and revealing a pair of long, slender legs.

She scanned the room and quickly spotted Long Yuan sitting by the window.

"Master."

Ye Xishui hurried over.

She reached the table and looked Long Yuan over. Only after confirming he was unharmed did she relax.

Long Xiaoyao, Tang Ya, and Ma Xiaotao followed behind her.

"Master, why didn't you tell us you were coming here for a drink?"

Ye Xishui sat beside Long Yuan and straightened his sleeve.

Long Yuan glanced at her.

"It was a spur-of-the-moment decision."

"You should still have let your disciple accompany you."

Ye Xishui picked up the wine pot on the table and poured herself a cup.

Tang Ya looked at Qian Renxue, her eyes gradually brightening.

She had long since come across Qian Renxue's name in the records.

The inheritor of the Angel God.

A central figure in Spirit Hall.

A sinner who had started a war and posed a grave threat to the Tang Sect, according to history.

Yet the woman before her had golden hair falling over her shoulders, a radiant face, and an unmistakably pure aura of light.

Her skin glowed softly beneath the Golden Rankings, her fitted dress traced her tall figure, and every movement carried the sacred presence unique to the Angel Martial Soul.

Tang Ya could not help asking:

"Master, is this Qian Renxue?"

Qian Renxue's gaze sharpened.

Tang Ya paid no heed to her expression and leaned a little closer.

"You're so beautiful."

"But weren't you recorded as a sinner in history?"

"You don't look like a bad person at all."

The tavern fell silent.

Qian Renxue set down her cup.

"A sinner in history?"

Ma Xiaotao was studying her too.

That aura of light was utterly pure, without a trace of the gloom or corruption of an Evil Soul Master.

"Her aura is very clean."

"An Evil Soul Master could never have a Martial Soul aura like that."

Qian Renxue looked at Ma Xiaotao.

"Evil Soul Master?"

"Who exactly are you people?"

Tang Ya raised a hand and pointed toward the sky.

"We come from ten thousand years in the future."

"In our time, Spirit Hall is recorded as an evil force, while you're the Angel God of history."

Qian Renxue said nothing.

She looked at the people before her, then at Long Yuan, who sat calmly beside them.

From ten thousand years in the future.

Their clothes were utterly unlike anything worn in this era.

They also seemed to know nothing about the continent as it was now.

And when they mentioned Tang Chen just now, they had spoken of Slaughter City with even greater accuracy.

A thought surfaced in Qian Renxue's mind.

Could these people really be from ten thousand years in the future?

She quickly pushed the thought aside.

Crossing ten thousand years of time lay beyond anything a Soul Master could comprehend.

Even a god might not be able to do it.

Qian Renxue looked at Tang Ya.

"I've never heard of any Tang Sect."

"And I don't know why Spirit Hall would disappear ten thousand years from now."

"But in this era, Spirit Hall has never claimed to be a force of Evil Soul Masters."

Tang Ya sat on Long Yuan's other side.

"Then what exactly has Spirit Hall done?"

Qian Renxue considered for a moment.

"Spirit Hall was founded to give more Soul Masters the chance to awaken their Martial Souls and break the monopoly held by the great families."

"Common-born Soul Masters lack family support and have few cultivation resources, so Spirit Hall provides them with subsidies."

"Once Soul Masters reach certain levels, they can also receive the resources allotted to them."

"Many ordinary Soul Masters have only been able to continue cultivating because Spirit Hall helped them."