Deep underground in the southeast corner of the capital of the Sun Moon Empire, Mingdu.
A damp, musty smell mixed with a faint odor of blood permeated the dimly lit passageway.
This place was originally a secret backup base for the Holy Spirit Cult, but now that the headquarters has been destroyed, it has become the temporary headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult.
In the oppressive hall, a dozen or so figures sat on either side of a rectangular table.
These are the only remaining Titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit. A dozen or so may seem like a lot, but compared to before, it's been reduced by half!
They exchanged cryptic glances, an atmosphere thick with unease and suspicion.
Everyone knew that this emergency "meeting" was inevitably related to the destruction of headquarters.
The blood-red shadow flashed by silently, like Gui Mei.
The next moment, Ye Xishui was already sitting in the main seat at the end of the long table.
The terrifying pressure emanating from her, befitting Limit Douluo, had not been completely subdued, and instead carried an aura of restlessness and instability.
Her gloomy face was almost dripping with water, and her scarlet eyes swept over everyone present. The coldness and violence in her gaze made everyone who met her eyes involuntarily lower their heads.
Long Xiaoyao did not appear. Although he was a Supreme Elder, he was not Evil Soul Master. He never participated in the core discussions within the Holy Spirit Cult Sect. He only needed to protect Ye Xishui.
The deathly silence lasted for several breaths, each second feeling like torture.
Finally, Ye Xishui's somber voice broke the silence. " The Worship Hall... has colluded with the Body Sect."
A single sentence caused a slight commotion below.
Body Sect!
That mysterious and powerful sect has actually joined forces with the Worship Hall?
"With the aid of the Battle Armor, both Kong Deming and the Body Sect Master, Du Busi, possess maximum combat power."
"Getting revenge... won't be easy."
Ye Xishui practically gritted her teeth as she uttered those words, her resentment and humiliation evident.
Everyone immediately understood why Ye Xishui looked so grim; it turned out that her revenge attempt had failed.
At the same time, upon learning this news, a sense of despair and helplessness began to spread among some people.
Ye Xishui's cold gaze slowly swept across the faces of everyone present, her voice carrying an unquestionable question, "Who knows... where Nangong Wan went?"
Nangong Wan? Second Elder?
The crowd looked at each other, their faces mostly blank and puzzled.
They then realized that Nangong Wan was not at headquarters. He should have been attending the meeting at this time, but he was nowhere to be seen.
But why did the Supreme Elder ask him a question alone at this moment?
It seems that it's not just a simple matter of concern for the safety of the church's elders!
The hall was silent; no one could answer the question.
However, in this deathly silence, Vice Leader Feng Ling subtly furrowed her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows.
On the surface, she appeared no different from the others in her confusion, but beneath the table, her hands, clad in black silk gloves, unconsciously clenched tightly.
A faint unease, like a venomous snake, quietly crept into her heart.
Ye Xishui's icy gaze swept across the silent crowd, finally landing precisely on Feng Ling.
" Feng Ling."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling pressure, echoing throughout the silent hall. "The Xishui Alliance, which Nangong Wan is in charge of, has always been under your management. Do you know his whereabouts?"
Feng Ling's heart tightened, but she dared not show it on her face. She raised her eyes to meet Ye Xishui's gaze, trying her best to remain calm.
She shook her head. "This subordinate truly does not know. It seems that Elder Nangong... quietly disappeared before the headquarters was attacked, without leaving any trace."
Ye Xishui slowly withdrew her gaze, then said in a deep voice, "According to Kong Deming, it was Nangong Wan who secretly contacted the Heavenly Soul and Dou Ling kingdoms to ambush and kill his grandson Kong Xuan, which led to the Destruction retaliation from the Worship Hall against our Holy Spirit Cult Sect headquarters!"
These words were like pouring cold water into boiling oil, causing an uproar in the hall!
The faces of the crowd were filled with shock, anger, and disbelief.
Some people were immediately enraged, believing that Nangong Wan's actions were dragging the entire Holy Spirit Cult into the Abyss and that he deserved to die.
Some people, however, still have doubts and feel that they must find Nangong Wan himself and ask him directly.
However, the root cause of the headquarters' destruction seems to lie in the unauthorized actions of the Nangong Wan, which concerns the blood feud of countless followers and the dignity of the Holy Spirit Cult, and must be thoroughly investigated!
Amidst the clamor of discussion, Ye Xishui once again fixed her sharp, hawk-like gaze on Feng Ling's forcedly composed face.
Feng Ling's breathing faltered almost imperceptibly for a moment. Despite her best efforts to control it, the slight trembling of her eyelashes and the almost imperceptible disturbance in her Soul Power still could not escape the perception of Ye Xishui, the Limit Douluo.
" Feng Ling."
Ye Xishui's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable authority and a chilling coldness, instantly drowning out all the noise. "What do you know?"
The murmurs ceased abruptly, and a barrage of surprised and scrutinizing gazes shot towards Feng Ling like sharp arrows.
By this point, everyone knew that Elder Ye Xishui would never make baseless accusations!
The deputy leader, Feng Ling, must have some unknown connection to the disappearance of Nangong Wan, and even to this operation that led to annihilation!
An invisible pressure, like a mountain, crashed down on Feng Ling. Feng Ling felt her heart was about to leap out of her chest, and she knew she was on the edge of a cliff.
Facing Ye Xishui's gaze, which seemed to pierce through her soul, Feng Ling had no more illusions. She slowly stood up and said, "This matter... is indeed related to me."
These words were like throwing a boulder into a calm lake!
The meeting room erupted in chaos, with surprised, angry, and incredulous gazes fixed on Feng Ling.
They never imagined that the culprit behind the destruction of the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters was among them, and even the vice leader!
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
A sharp shout suddenly rang out, coming from the mouth of the sect leader Zhongli Wu.
He stood up abruptly, his face filled with shock, anger, and confusion, but even more so with his deep love for his wife.
He turned urgently to Ye Xishui, who was seated at the head of the table, and said, "Mother! Feng Ling must be..."
Zhongli Wu had just opened his mouth when Ye Xishui ruthlessly interrupted him with a raised hand.
Ye Xishui didn't even glance at her son. Her eyes, burning with icy flames, remained fixed on Feng Ling, as if trying to see right through her.
Ye Xishui's voice, as if from the deepest Abyss, carried a chilling coldness and suppressed rage, striking Feng Ling's heart. "I need to know exactly what happened."
Feng Ling took a deep breath. The moment she decided to stand up, she was prepared to confess everything.
Meeting Ye Xishui's icy gaze and the surprised or angry stares around her, she clearly stated, "It was Yan Shaozhe from the Shrek Academy who found me..."
"Enough!"
A near-roaring roar suddenly erupted, interrupting Feng Ling's words.
Zhongli Wu, who was standing next to him, suddenly stood up, his face ashen and veins bulging on his forehead.
As Feng Ling's current husband, he has a deep understanding of his wife's past and naturally knows clearly that Yan Shaozhe was once Feng Ling's beloved lover!
He had assumed that ever since Feng Ling joined the Holy Spirit Cult due to her Martial Soul Mutation, the two of them belonged to opposing forces of good and evil, and were now strangers who would never see each other again.
But now, Feng Ling has actually admitted that they are still in contact?
They actually had contact without my knowledge?!
In an instant, extreme anger and a sense of humiliation overwhelmed Zhongli Wu's mind. The hatred over the destruction of the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters was now consumed by the insane jealousy brought about by this huge green hat.
He stared intently at Feng Ling, his voice trembling with extreme anger, and roared desperately, "When did you two get together?! Huh?!"