Born in obscurity, how could I remain silent?

Mo Lin fought down the urge to hang up, along with the desire to curse the other party's entire family.

He repeated one sentence over and over in his mind:

"My mother is his mother, and his mother is my mother."

Sure enough, the person who understood him best might be his enemy, but the one most likely to anger him to death was definitely himself.

"Settle down. I'll figure something out for you."

He was out of options. This was a personality split off from himself. Had it been anyone else, he might already have stormed over and blasted the bastard with a cannon.

"Go ahead. I'm listening."

Evil Face had intelligence, but he clearly wasn't very fond of using his brain.

There was nothing inherently wrong with his earlier idea of approaching Ye Lingling through something cute. His only mistake was going too early.

And he had chosen the wrong location. Under those circumstances, any normal person would have found something suspicious.

After a full two and a half minutes of thought, he finally came up with a reasonable plan.

"Go compete at the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena."

First, he needed to resolve the issue of his identity. He had taught Ye Lingling himself; he understood what she was like even better than she did.

Evil Face's biggest problem was his unknown identity. It would have been a miracle if Ye Lingling had paid him any attention.

"Second, get on good terms with Dugu Yan as much as possible. With her around, at least Lingling won't be quite so averse to you."

Dugu Yan's role went without saying. Anyone trying to approach Ye Lingling in Heaven Dou City had to get past her first.

And precisely because she was there, she had dealt with almost all of Ye Lingling's suitors in his stead.

So he hadn't taken it particularly seriously when Dugu Yan treated him poorly.

She had genuinely put in the work. Surely he couldn't lay hands on someone who had rendered meritorious service.

"Oh, oh, oh. What else?"

Evil Face listened to Good Face's words and nodded earnestly.

Come to think of it, teaching himself how to pick up girls was bizarre no matter how he looked at it.

When it came to his left and right brains fighting each other, if Mo Lin claimed second place, who would dare claim first?

"Then find a scapegoat. You know, a hero rescuing a beauty."

The greatest truths were simple. Crude methods were merely crude, not necessarily ineffective.

Ye Lingling was a support-type Soul Master, and her ability to protect herself was weak to begin with.

He only needed to create a little trouble for her, then step out and resolve it. It might not completely dispel her wariness, but it would at least leave a good impression.

"Finally, imitate me."

This was the ultimate killing move. Ye Lingling's attachment to him went without saying. As long as Evil Face could imitate even thirty percent of his appearance, he would definitely catch her attention.

"Change your name too. Call yourself Mo Lin, and then..."

After a detailed discussion, Evil Face followed Good Face's instructions and successfully disguised himself as Mo Lin.

His identity information was also changed to that of a competitor at the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena.

His Soul Power placed him at three-ring Soul Elder, his age was eighteen, and his Martial Soul was an extremely rare Externalized Martial Soul, like Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao.

With the Monkey Talisman's disguise effect, he could accomplish this perfectly well.

Of course, to make things a little more reasonable, this Martial Soul needed a living entity.

And so Xiao Hei became the most suitable choice.

This also indirectly explained why he had suddenly come calling earlier.

Sensing a Martial Soul-didn't that make much more sense?

Furthermore, besides approaching Ye Lingling, there was also the matter of luring Tang Hao out.

He already knew about Evil Face slapping Dai Mubai and causing a rupture in their relationship.

The approach was crude and riddled with problems, but it suited Evil Face's style perfectly.

Still, since he had already done it, he might as well go the whole way.

Wasn't the other party also competing at the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena?

Compared with a low-down trick like slapping someone in the street, wouldn't beating him up in the arena be much more reasonable?

Once everything was arranged, the good side decisively cut the connection.

He really didn't want to argue with the other party anymore. It was too fucking infuriating.

While this side was half-dead with anger, the other side was overjoyed.

As the saying went, Yin-Yang was conserved. Where there was joy, there was sorrow. Nothing wrong with balancing each other out.

"Come on, Xiao Hei, time to work. From now on, you're my Martial Soul."

Xiao Hei tilted his head, confusion showing on his pitch-black face.

He had gone from Soul Beast to mount to pet, and now he had to be a Martial Soul too.

Weren't these changes in identity coming a little too quickly? At least give him a moment to catch his breath and adjust.

Just like that, Xiao Hei successfully made a seamless advancement from pet to Martial Soul.

What no one expected was that, in this series of two-pronged tactics meant to approach Ye Lingling and lure out Tang Hao, Yu Xiaogang would ultimately suffer the most.

Inside Mo Lin's little shop in Heaven Dou City.

Qian Renxue told Mo Lin that her grandfather, Qian Daoliu, wanted to meet him, only for Mo Lin to reject her mercilessly.

"Not going."

What a joke. If the man wanted to see him, couldn't he come over himself?

From the sound of it, he even wanted Mo Lin to make the trip. Had Mo Lin been giving him too much face?

"I don't have time. If he wants to see me, tell him to come himself. Otherwise, stop bothering me."

Mo Lin didn't exactly dislike Qian Renxue, but he couldn't be said to like her either.

Ever since she discovered his existence, their relationship had always been one of well water keeping clear of river water.

What did Spirit Hall wanting to seize the Heaven Dou Empire have to do with him? As long as they didn't provoke him, they could stir up whatever trouble they liked.

But now they seemed to be taking a mile when offered an inch. It looked as though he needed to give them something to deal with.

Hearing this, the corner of Qian Renxue's mouth twitched involuntarily. Honestly, this was the first time since her birth that she had seen anyone dare speak about her grandfather like that.

Did he not know how powerful her grandfather was, or had his strength already reached a point where he had nothing to fear even from her grandfather?

Both were possible, but Qian Renxue leaned toward the latter.

The idea was absurd. After all, Mo Lin really was far too young.

An eighteen-year-old rank ninety-nine Peerless Douluo-just listen to how absurd that sounded.

"I'm sorry, but this isn't something I can decide. I didn't mean to disturb you either. It's just..."

"I know what you mean."

Before Qian Renxue could finish, Mo Lin interrupted her.

He stopped carving the Soul Tool Runes in his hands and looked up at her.

"Considering how long we've known each other, I can go meet him, but not now."

It wasn't that he wanted to avoid the man. He really was busy-extremely, extremely busy.

In his eyes, a trifling matter like meeting Qian Daoliu was entirely optional.

But the Douluo Continent was only so big. Given Spirit Hall's current trajectory, he would have to cross paths with them sooner or later.

He wasn't someone who liked meddling in other people's affairs. Whether the Douluo Continent was in chaos wouldn't affect him.

But there was one point on which he shared Spirit Hall's outlook.

That was bringing the entire Douluo Continent together.

Only, Spirit Hall wanted to establish a unified empire, while he wanted to alter the core laws of the entire Douluo Continent.

He wanted to make Soul Power no longer the only choice in this world.

Born in obscurity, how could he remain silent?

Spirit Hall? It was merely a reasonably well-fitting stepping stone along his path.

"You can relay my words to him exactly as I said them."

"Also, I'll be heading out in a while. Since you're here, give me some money. Consider it your sponsorship of my travel expenses."