Alarm bells rang in Qing Linyun's mind, and Gu Yue's eyes were fierce.
Clearly, she noticed.
Gu Yue has already confirmed that the Golden Dragon King Bloodline is in him.
Regardless, Lord Silver Dragon Fish was, after all, the Silver Dragon King, and his sensitivity to the Golden Dragon King Bloodline was even greater than he had imagined.
He had previously thought that he could cover it up with the aura of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, but now it seems that he underestimated Gu Yue's sense of smell.
Looking at it this way, a dragon's nose is indeed more sensitive than a dog's.
'I need to find a way to laugh it off.'
Qing Linyun's mind raced with thoughts, but his face remained impassive.
Gu Yue finally spoke.
Her voice was lower than usual, and her emotions were unreadable.
"Today I want to learn your method of creating Soul Spirit."
Qing Linyun was taken aback.
He originally thought that Gu Yue would press him about the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, and might even turn hostile on the spot.
Surprisingly, this girl managed to suppress it.
But then he thought about it and understood.
Gu Yue still doesn't know how the Golden Dragon King Bloodline transferred from Tang Wulin to him; she has no evidence. She won't act rashly until she understands the situation.
After all, she still has an employment contract with a monthly salary of one billion.
"No problem."
Qing Linyun nodded.
"However, Soul Spirit Technology cannot be learned in a day or two; we must start with the theory. There are three main parts: gene fragment deduction, database matching, and material synthesis. Today, we'll start with the first part."
Gu Yue nodded.
Qing Linyun walked to the corner of the training room, raised his hand to summon a whiteboard, and then pulled out a piece of chalk from somewhere.
He quickly wrote a few lines on the whiteboard, and when he turned around, Gu Yue had already pulled up a chair and sat upright in front of the whiteboard.
Her obedient and attentive demeanor during class was completely different from Gu Yue's usual cold and aloof personality.
Qing Linyun glanced at Tang Wulin, who was still fast asleep on the recliner, then at Gu Yue, who was sitting upright on the board, cleared his throat, and began his lecture.
In the training room, Qing Linyun stood in front of the whiteboard, writing and drawing, while Gu Yue sat in a chair, resting her chin on her hand, listening to the lecture and nodding occasionally.
Tang Wulin lay on the recliner in the corner, his complexion not yet fully recovered, his breathing even, seemingly lost in a dream.
Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting long shadows of the three people.
Meanwhile, in another part of the Douluo Continent.
The dark stone chamber had no windows, making the room eerily dark.
Two oil lamps hung on the stone wall, their flames flickering in the draft, casting the shadows of two people on the wall like two lurking monsters.
If you didn't know this was during the Douluo Dalu III: The Legend of the Dragon King period, you would think it was in a stone prison during the first or Douluo II of the Douluo I States period.
They wouldn't even turn on a light.
There were two stone benches and a stone table. Behind the table, on either side, sat a person, both wrapped in large black cloaks with their hoods pulled low.
There was a few seconds of silence.
The Qiangu Dongfeng, spoke first.
There wasn't much anger in his tone; it was more like he was scrutinizing a poorly played game of chess.
" Ghost Emperor, I want to hear you say it yourself."
He tapped his finger on the stone table.
" Dark Hummingbird, Level 98, Three-Word Battle Armor. He fell to a Level 78 Soul Saint."
He paused, seemingly reflecting on how outrageous his words were.
Don't you think there's something fishy about this?
The cloaked figure opposite did not respond immediately.
The flame of the oil lamp flickered.
The Ghost Emperor leaned against the stone bench, his eyes half-closed in the shadow of his hood, as if weighing the weight of his words.
"Strange?"
He repeated the word, his tone carrying a barely perceptible chill.
" The Qiangu Dongfeng, what do you mean by that?"
It doesn't mean anything.
The voice of the Qiangu Dongfeng remained calm, but the anger in his eyes was almost overflowing the screen.
"I just feel that you provided the intelligence, you sent the people, and yet they were all taken down by some greenhorn. I need to know whether the problem lies with your intelligence or with your people."
The Ghost Emperor's breath hitched.
He certainly picked up on the probing tone in the other person's words.
He knew Qiangu Dongfeng too well.
They're polite on the surface, but they're actually more calculating than anyone else.
Their Holy Spirit Cult are Evil Soul Master, but they openly act with malice. But this old Qiangu Dongfeng, is different. He's a pure beast.
The reason they had the Holy Spirit Cult eliminate Qing Linyun was, frankly, to use someone else to do their dirty work and remove this potential threat, the Heaven-Supporting Pillar, from its root.
The knife broke.
"The intelligence was provided by you, but I sent the people."
The Ghost Emperor's voice lowered, as if he were reminiscing.
"But that kid is definitely not an ordinary Level 78 Soul Saint."
He moved forward slightly.
"When Hummingbird went, I repeatedly told him to probe first before making a move. And what happened? He got killed in Eastsea City."
If the Dark Hummingbird knew, it would definitely be furious!
Damn it, that's not what you, Ghost Emperor, said back then.
"I later sent people to investigate the scene."
"The death of the Dark Hummingbird has been confirmed."
"Tell me, how did a Level 78 Soul Saint manage to do that?"
The Qiangu Dongfeng did not answer immediately.
He leaned against the stone bench, his eyes narrowing in the shadow of his hood.
He was unaware of this information beforehand.
He only knew that the Dark Hummingbird was broken, but the Ghost Emperor had never explained in detail how it was broken or what the situation was like at the scene.
"You mean, there's something wrong with that kid?"
The Qiangu Dongfeng slowly spoke.
"There's no problem."
"There's a big problem. A Level 78 Soul Saint can instantly kill Level 98 Super Douluo. Either he's hiding some trump card we don't know about, or he has someone backing him."
In truth, the Ghost Emperor had lost all interest in making sarcastic remarks. As someone who openly opposed Qing Linyun, how could Qiangu Dongfeng not know that Qing Linyun was a problematic individual?
Who's the good guy? A 15-year-old Soul Saint with seven rings, and almost an Eighth Ring Soul Douluo. Even Hades Douluo Halosa wouldn't be inferior to him.
"What about Shrek Academy?"
"Doesn't seem like it."
The Ghost Emperor shook his head decisively. This wasn't because he was particularly accurate in judging intelligence, but because he was too familiar with Shrek's traditions.
Shrek does not have a tradition of protecting its students.
Generally, protection will only have the opposite effect.
Take, for example, a certain Super Douluo loves eating chicken legs and drinking alcohol.
"If Shrek really sent someone, they wouldn't have done it so quietly. Besides, when Hummingbird went there, she specifically checked that kid's whereabouts; after he left Shrek, he didn't even have a guard with him."
The Qiangu Dongfeng has fallen silent.
His fingers tapped unconsciously on the stone table as his mind raced through calculations.
He's been keeping an eye on this company, "Heaven-Supporting Pillar," for quite some time now.
The rival stole a large share of the Soul Spirit Technology market, leaving the Spirit Pagoda's business struggling to survive.
Qiangu Dongfeng has never understood how the Heaven-Supporting Pillar managed to do it. How could they keep the price of Soul Spirit so low and still make a profit without going bankrupt?
I really don't understand.
He originally intended to take advantage of Qing Linyun's departure from Shrek and the lack of protection around him to have the Holy Spirit Cult eliminate this potential threat.
It now appears that this hidden danger is far more troublesome than he had imagined.
"So what do you plan to do?" Qiangu Dongfeng asked.
The Ghost Emperor let out a cold laugh.
" The Qiangu Dongfeng, what you're saying makes it sound like this is just my problem."
He leaned forward slightly, and his gaze beneath the cloak sharpened.
"Whose path is blocked by the Heaven-Supporting Pillar? It's the path of the Spirit Pagoda. Whose business is being robbed of the Soul Spirit Technology? It's your Spirit Pagoda's business. And now you come to ask me what I plan to do?"
Qiangu Dongfeng's face darkened.
" Ghost Emperor, what do you mean by that?"
It doesn't mean anything.
The Ghost Emperor leaned back on the stone bench, his tone returning to its usual calm.
"I just wanted to remind you that we're in this together now. I know all the shady things your Spirit Pagoda done. Don't think that just because you're the official tower master, you can pin all the blame on me."
The air in the stone chamber instantly turned cold.
Qiangu Dongfeng stared at the cloaked figure opposite him, his eyes, hidden in the shadow of the hood, were as cold as knives.
After a long while, he slowly spoke.
Are you threatening me?
"It's not a threat," the Ghost Emperor said calmly, "It's just about cooperation."
He paused.
"That kid, leave him for now. I need to reassess his strength. Until then, don't do anything underhanded with your Spirit Pagoda. It's better for everyone if we all stay quiet."
The Qiangu Dongfeng remained silent.
He stood up, flicked his cloak, and turned to walk deeper into the stone chamber. After taking two steps, he stopped without looking back.
" Ghost Emperor, you'd better remember what you said today."
The footsteps faded into the distance.
The remaining cloaked figure sat on the stone bench, staring at the empty space opposite, a cold smile curving his lips.
He slowly picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
" Qiangu Dongfeng, let me remind you one more time: our real mission is to take down Shrek Academy first... Don't forget that."
Qiangu Dongfeng paused, then continued walking forward without responding.