With Even Our Home Gone, What Use Is Orthodoxy!

After Su Xian casually said "name names," the room fell deathly silent.

Zhang Lexuan drew a deep breath. Bei Bei and Cai Mei'er looked horrified.

Outside the door, meanwhile, Elder Song and Yan Shaozhe, who had been brimming with fury, now felt their hair stand on end.

Everyone said that senior sister Zhang Lexuan was gentle and dignified, respectful of her teachers and their teachings. But who could have imagined that once this girl awakened, she could lay traps more vicious and ruthless than anyone else's!

Was this asking for advice?

She was clearly using this "miracle man's" mouth to dig a grave that would wipe out their entire conservative faction, right in front of the Pavilion Master!

"Besides Dean Yan and Elder Song, is there anyone else?" Having heard the names she wanted, Zhang Lexuan perked up and immediately followed the snake up the pole, pressing further.

"Plenty." Su Xian took a sip of chicken soup and said casually, "Of those old men in the Sea God Pavilion, eight out of ten are conservatives. They control the vast majority of Shrek's resources. If you want to promote Soul Tools and introduce performance evaluations now, you're threatening their faction's very existence. For the sake of their own power and the prestige of 'Martial Soul orthodoxy,' how could they not fight to the death to stop you?"

Hearing this, Elder Song outside the door began trembling uncontrollably.

Through a gap in the barrier, she saw Mu En sitting on a little folding stool inside, his gaze calm as he glanced toward the wooden door.

There was no Soul Power, nor any emotion. He merely glanced that way.

Yet that single glance filled Elder Song with terror.

She knew that the Pavilion Master had already begun to harbor murderous intent toward her.

"Then... Teacher Su." Zhang Lexuan swallowed and asked the deadliest question of all. "If these conservatives really do stop the reforms, what... will ultimately become of Shrek?"

Outside the door, Yan Shaozhe and Elder Song clenched their teeth, their hearts pounding like drums.

"Become of it?" Su Xian thought for a moment and set down his bowl of chicken soup. The ease and mockery on his face gradually vanished.

"Shrek's fate will be-to be wiped straight off the map of the Douluo Continent ten thousand years from now, by the very Soul Tools they look down on most today!"

Wiped off?! At those words, Mu En nearly crushed the cane in his hand.

"Shrek's destruction had many causes. A rigid system was one; foolish leadership was another. But let me tell you, what truly buried Shrek's ten thousand years of glory was an unprecedented massacre."

Su Xian's voice echoed through the dim wooden cabin, carrying an epic sorrow. "In the Legend of the Dragon King era ten thousand years from now, the Sun Moon Empire had already changed its name to the Sun Moon Federation. Shrek, meanwhile, remained high above everyone else, clinging desperately to its pride in Martial Souls, without sufficient reverence for cutting-edge Soul Guidance Technology. In the end, the Spirit Pagoda's upper ranks became corrupt and colluded with the Holy Spirit Cult's Evil Soul Masters."

"One day, two Level Twelve God-Slaying Fixed Soul Cannon Shells, representing the highest achievement of Soul Guidance Technology at the time, silently locked onto Shrek City."

"Level twelve? God-slaying?!"

When Qian Duoduo heard those words outside the door, his legs went weak.

He could not even build a Level 9 Soul Tool yet. What did level twelve even mean?!

"That day, two bursts of Light of Destruction brighter than the sun exploded above Shrek City." Su Xian spoke faster and faster, as though he had witnessed that apocalyptic catastrophe himself. "There was no room for resistance! That wasn't a battle between Soul Masters. Under the extreme heat and radiation, the prosperous Shrek City became a hell on earth!"

"Over ten million ordinary civilians in the city and tens of thousands of outer court disciples were vaporized by the terrifying heat of the nuclear explosions before they could even scream! The canal waters boiled dry, the Golden Tree was blasted into charcoal, and Sea God Island, with its ten-thousand-year legacy, vanished into ash beneath an enormous mushroom cloud!"

"To cover the escape of a few core seeds, the Sea God Pavilion Master of that era, Qingtian Douluo Yun Ming, went so far as to burn his divine flame, using his mortal body to withstand the nuclear explosion. In the end, both his body and soul were annihilated. He died a horrific death! Meanwhile, the Evil Soul Masters and Spirit Pagoda scum who pressed the launch buttons laughed uproariously in front of screens far away!"

"The most laughable thing was that Shrek had proclaimed itself the embodiment of 'Martial Soul orthodoxy' and the 'guardian of the continent' for ten thousand years. Yet when faced with two manufactured fixed missiles, their Soul Skills, their pride, their ten thousand years of accumulated heritage couldn't protect even a single intact brick!"

By the end, Su Xian's own emotions had been ignited by that immense, tragic grandeur. He slapped his thigh hard with his chicken-grease-covered hand and swore furiously, "Tell me, isn't that fucking laughable?! That's the price of arrogance! Tang San watched from the heavens as his ten-thousand-year plan, as his Shrek, was blasted into nuclear ruins by two lumps of iron, and he didn't dare let out so much as a fart!"

"Shrek is rotten at the roots! Rotten from top to bottom! If these stubborn old fools don't change now, if they keep suppressing Soul Tools, that massive explosion ten thousand years from now will be a sin they brought about with their own hands! The blood of ten million civilians will be on the heads of every single conservative today!"

"However much they look down on Soul Tools now, that's how high Soul Tools will scatter their ashes ten thousand years from now!"

"What use is an academy like that, even if it produces countless god-level geniuses? Its leadership lacks the mettle to prepare for danger in times of peace and only knows how to bully its own people over resources. A force like that deserves to be swept onto history's rubbish heap! It would be an outrageous disgrace the likes of which the entire Douluo Continent hadn't seen in a thousand years!!!"

Su Xian's furious denunciation swept through the nerves of everyone present.

Though his eyes were covered with gauze, everyone could feel his grief and fury.

Inside the cabin, no one dared speak.

Cai Mei'er covered her mouth, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Zhang Lexuan's pretty face was deathly pale, and Bei Bei trembled all over.

Outside the door, Yan Shaozhe and Elder Song had even forgotten to breathe.

Their Martial Soul orthodoxy, the ten thousand years of glory they fought to the death to protect... would actually be blasted into a bottomless crater by two cold Soul Cannon shells ten thousand years in the future?!

Over ten million lives! All because of their arrogance today?!

Drip.

A cloudy tear struck the cabin's rough dirt floor.

Sitting on the little folding stool, Mu En, a Limit Douluo who had lived for two hundred years and seen countless partings in life and death, now gripped his thighs with both hands.

He wept.

Not because Su Xian had insulted Shrek.

It was simply that the hellish scene Su Xian described had forced out desperate tears of blood!

Ten million civilians vaporized, the ten-thousand-year-old Sea God Island reduced to ash, and his successor Yun Ming annihilated in body and soul.

What agony was that?!

What humiliation and sorrow was that?!

"Mighty Shrek... to suffer such annihilating humiliation..." Mu En's hoarse voice sounded in his throat, laden with endless grief.

He could already see that mushroom cloud soaring into the heavens and hear the wails of countless wronged souls who would die horrific deaths ten thousand years later, echoing above the Sea God Pavilion.

Just as Su Xian had said, the chief culprits behind that tragedy were none other than themselves, sitting here today, mired in their own ways!

If they continued suppressing Soul Tools, if they failed to establish an industrial defense system, then the lives of those ten million civilians would be buried by their Sea God Pavilion's own hands!

"The ways of our ancestors... Martial Soul orthodoxy... heh, with even our home gone, what use is orthodoxy!" Mu En clenched his fists, his veins bulging.

The grief in his heart, along with his anger at the failings of future generations, finally transformed into thunderous fury in this Limit Douluo's mind.

Could I truly do nothing but watch Shrek march toward destruction?

No! Never!

Shrek must not perish! Those ten million civilians must not die!

Mu En gave Su Xian a long look as he sat on the bed, still filled with righteous indignation over that tragedy.

At that moment, Mu En had already made a choice in his heart that defied his ancestors' decisions.

Without a word, he resolutely turned, pushed open the wooden door, and strode into the cold wind and rain.

Beyond the barrier behind him, Elder Song and Yan Shaozhe saw the Sea God Pavilion Master, his face streaked with tears yet his entire body radiating earth-shaking killing intent, and collapsed to their knees in the mud.

Shrek Academy's great purge would begin today!