In the animated Douluo II world, everyone beneath the sky screen burst out laughing at the sight.
"Is Qian Renxue actually clever or just pretending to be? She knew enough to hide her identity, but she might as well not have bothered!"
"If you're going to hide your identity, at least do it properly! Why call yourself Bibi Xue? Are you afraid you won't give yourself away fast enough?"
"If I were Bibi Dong, I'd clean house on the spot. That daughter of hers is too embarrassing."
"To be fair, the serious look on Qian Renxue's face when she picked that fake name was pretty cute, hahahaha!"
At Shrek's freshman registration desk, Tang Ya was doubled over with laughter, barely able to hold on to her apple. She slapped the table as she laughed.
"Hahahaha, this Qian Renxue is such an idiot! What a waste of such great talent on her! She can't even pick a fake name!"
Once Tang Ya had laughed her fill, she turned to Bei Bei and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Don't you agree, Bei Bei?"
Bei Bei had been watching with relish and nearly fell over when Tang Ya slapped him. He hastily nodded.
"Yes, yes. Xiao Ya, everything you said is right. That fake name really was too halfhearted."
In the sky screen's image, Mu Sheng was already starting to suspect Qian Renxue's identity.
Bibi Xue, Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue. The three names circled through his mind, and the answer was practically on the tip of his tongue.
Mu Sheng kept his expression neutral and continued, "Why are you alone on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest?"
An idea struck Qian Renxue. She raised a hand to press her temples, putting on a bewildered and troubled expression.
"I don't know either... I woke up here, and there are so many things I can't remember. It's like I've lost most of my memories."
Mu Sheng looked at her innocent face and sneered inwardly.
Memory loss?
That excuse was such a classic that he was embarrassed to expose it.
He strongly suspected that the woman before him was Qian Renxue from ten thousand years ago, so he spoke calmly but left no room for refusal.
"Then release your Martial Soul and let me see whether you're an Evil Soul Master."
Qian Renxue froze. "What's an Evil Soul Master?"
Mu Sheng didn't explain and merely urged her, "Release your Martial Soul first."
With no other choice, Qian Renxue used her Soul Bone to disguise it. Golden light flashed behind her, and a pair of sacred wings unfurled, their surfaces shimmering with flowing colors and carrying a faint trace of light.
Qian Renxue did her best to look innocent and sincere.
"My Martial Soul is the Light Butterfly. I mean no harm, Mu Sheng. You don't need to be so tense."
Mu Sheng looked at the wings and was now quite certain that the woman calling herself Bibi Xue was Qian Renxue from ten thousand years ago.
Light Butterfly?
Who are you trying to fool? She had disguised her Angel Martial Soul as a butterfly, but the wings were the wrong shape, and even the patterns of light didn't match. It could only fool ordinary people who had never seen much of the world.
Mu Sheng kept his expression calm, but his mind was already in an uproar. What the hell is going on?
Is the butterfly effect really this big?
Qian Renxue actually traveled ten thousand years into the future?
This is just like several Douluo fanfics I've read!
I can't have transmigrated into a fanfic world, can I?
I should be the protagonist of this era, right?
Qian Renxue folded her wings and watched Mu Sheng's expression carefully. When he remained silent for a long while, she couldn't help speaking.
"My Martial Soul... doesn't make me an Evil Soul Master, does it? Can you tell me what an Evil Soul Master is now?"
Mu Sheng came back to his senses and thought that, now that things had come to this, he might as well make the best of them. Qian Renxue's journey ten thousand years into the future didn't have much effect on him for the time being, but he really did need to speed up his progress in obtaining Soul Rings for his Shendu Martial Soul.
He considered his wording for a moment, then explained simply, "An Evil Soul Master is someone who possesses a Wicked Martial Soul."
Qian Renxue blinked, looking as though she understood. "Oh, they're just people with Wicked Martial Souls. I thought you meant Fallen Soul Masters."
Seeing how unconcerned Qian Renxue looked, Mu Sheng decided to give this inheritor of the Angel God from ten thousand years ago a basic lesson on how the world worked now.
"Actually, you're not wrong. Evil Soul Masters are Fallen Soul Masters. Anyone who possesses a Wicked Martial Soul is classified as a Fallen Soul Master and shunned by all Soul Masters."
In the Douluo I world, everyone beneath the sky screen exchanged looks.
"Wait, did I hear that right? Just having a Wicked Martial Soul gets you classified as a Fallen Soul Master?"
"Isn't that too harsh? It's not like they chose to awaken a Wicked Martial Soul. They're blamed for something they were born with?"
"Shunned by all Soul Masters... Doesn't that make them rats scurrying across the street, with everyone shouting for their heads?"
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin was standing on a mountaintop, watching the sky screen with the Seven Kill Sword in his arms. When he heard that a Wicked Martial Soul meant a Fallen Soul Master, he suddenly turned to look at Bone Douluo Gu Rong beside him, a wicked grin slowly spreading across his face.
"Old Bones, did you hear that? In that world, the moment you released your Bone Dragon Martial Soul, you'd be branded a Fallen Soul Master. Ten thousand people would be hunting you down, hahaha!"
Bone Douluo Gu Rong's face darkened. He slapped the stone railing, and it split with a crack.
"Bullshit! My Bone Dragon Martial Soul is upright and honorable. What's wicked about it? Your Seven Kill Sword has such a strong killing aura that they'd judge you first!"
Chen Xin laughed even harder. "No matter how much killing my Seven Kill Sword does, it's still a sword. Your Bone Dragon even keeps bones. If they don't judge you, who would they judge?"
"You bastard, Chen Xin, you're asking for a beating!"
In the animated Douluo II world, countless people looked puzzled when they heard Qian Renxue's tone.
"From the way she talks, why does it sound like having a Wicked Martial Soul isn't such a terrible thing?"
"Could it be that ten thousand years ago, people with Wicked Martial Souls weren't necessarily deranged Evil Soul Masters?"
"Yeah, her first reaction was 'I thought you meant Fallen Soul Masters.' Does that mean Wicked Martial Souls and Fallen Soul Masters were two different things in her time?"
In the sky screen's image, Qian Renxue listened to Mu Sheng's explanation, her face full of surprise.
"Why? People with Wicked Martial Souls aren't necessarily Fallen Soul Masters! Don't you have Slaughter City here to keep the Fallen Soul Masters confined?"
Mu Sheng now understood completely. Qian Renxue had no idea she had traveled ten thousand years into the future; she thought she was still in her own era.
He then explained in an even tone, "Slaughter City was destroyed ten thousand years ago."
Qian Renxue's expression froze instantly.
"Destroyed ten thousand years ago?"
Her voice rose sharply, and uncontrollable anger surged in her golden eyes.
"Who destroyed it? Who was so ignorant and stupid?! Didn't they know that destroying Slaughter City would set loose the people you call Evil Soul Masters?!"
Tang Ya, who had been watching the show beside Mu Sheng, suddenly looked awkward when she heard that shout.
She gave an embarrassed laugh and scratched the back of her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum. "Uh... well... it was my Tang Sect's ancestor, Tang San, who destroyed it."
Qian Renxue whipped her head toward Tang Ya, sending her golden hair flying.
"Tang San?! Who does Tang San think he is?! What gave him the right to destroy Slaughter City?! Does he even know that everyone locked up in there was..."
Qian Renxue was so angry she could barely get her words out. She pointed at Tang Ya and launched into a tirade.
"Is there something wrong with this Tang San's head?! A place like Slaughter City was for locking people up, not tearing down! Who's responsible for all those Fallen Soul Masters who escaped after he destroyed it?! Is Tang San taking responsibility? Can he even bear it?!"