As the crowd dispersed, only Zhou Yi and Gu La remained on the vast square. The atmosphere was as oppressive as the eerie calm before a storm.
"Gu La," Zhou Yi's voice was restrained, like an impending volcanic eruption, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth. "You've done well!"
Gu La calmly looked at her, his eyes clear and innocent: "Teacher Zhou, I don't understand what good deed you're referring to."
"Still pretending to be stupid?!" Zhou Yi took a fierce step forward, her overwhelming aura as a Soul Emperor pressing down on Gu La, trying to make him submit.
"The senior under the dormitory, a person of such caliber, how could he possibly be the lewd person you described? You deliberately slandered him! Led me to confront the senior just to see me humiliated! Isn't that right?!"
Under Zhou Yi's soul pressure, Gu La's expression remained unchanged, not even a corner of his clothes stirred. He slightly tilted his head, showing a perfectly measured look of confusion:
"Slander? Teacher Zhou, I merely reported what I saw and felt about the old man's strange gaze. As for him being a 'senior'... how would I, a newly enrolled student, know that?"
"Didn't you confirm the truth of the matter before charging in to confront him? Did you immediately rush to accuse an elder without thinking?"
"You—!" Zhou Yi was so choked up she almost couldn't breathe, her face turning red. Gu La's words were like two needles, precisely hitting her most unjustifiable and frustrating points.
Confirm? She was blinded by anger, only thinking about catching a "pervert," never considering confirmation. As for the other party's identity… she was too enraged to think deeply.
"Twisting words!"
Zhou Yi forcibly suppressed her seething anger, avoiding this embarrassing topic, her voice becoming even colder and sharper, "This is no excuse for your disrespect and mockery of your teacher."
"Gu La, listen carefully. From today onward, you better behave yourself! In my class, if you dare to overstep even slightly or try any clever tricks..."
She stared intently into Gu La's eyes, enunciating each word with menace: "I will definitely expel you from Shrek Academy, mark my words!"
To Zhou Yi's surprise, Gu La showed no fear, no anger, not even a ripple of emotion.
He simply shrugged indifferently, a faint, almost contemptuous smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Whatever." Gu La's voice was as bland as discussing the weather. "Teacher Zhou, do as you please. Expel me? You can try."
After saying this, he didn't even glance at Zhou Yi's contorted face twisted with extreme anger. He turned around and walked towards the teaching building with the same relaxed pace, as if he had just heard some irrelevant nonsense.
"You… you stop right there!" Zhou Yi watched Gu La's back, completely ignoring her, shaking with rage, her soul power uncontrollably leaking out, causing slight cracks on the stone slabs beneath her feet.
She had never seen such an arrogant, unyielding student! Expel him? Of course, she wanted to! But now, Gu La had been noticed by that senior, and there was no clear, convincing evidence against him… she had no choice but to swallow her anger.
"Fine, fine, Gu La, just wait!"
Zhou Yi watched Gu La's figure disappear around the corner of the teaching building, her eyes burning with resentment. "I refuse to believe I won't catch you making a mistake. When you fall into my hands, we'll see how I deal with you."
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Freshman Teaching Building, Year One Class A
The atmosphere was somewhat eerie. The seats of the students expelled by Zhou Yi were empty, and the remaining students sat in silence, barely daring to breathe.
Zhou Yi's face was dark enough to drip water, standing on the podium, radiating an aura that made others want to keep their distance.
Gu La strolled into the classroom right on the bell, ignoring Zhou Yi's glare that seemed to pierce through him, casually taking a seat towards the back.
Zhou Yi took a deep breath, forcing herself to suppress the urge to lash out immediately, just as she was about to begin her thunderous "first lesson of the semester," a knock sounded at the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound wasn't loud, but it caused the tense atmosphere in the classroom to freeze momentarily.
"Who?!" Zhou Yi snapped, her mood at its worst.
The door opened, and a gentle, peaceful voice rang out: "Teacher Zhou Yi, sorry to interrupt."
The newcomer was a middle-aged man who appeared to be about forty. Tall and upright, he wore a pristine white suit with gold trimmings, exuding an elegant and noble demeanor.
His handsome face bore a warm smile, his deep, wise eyes seemingly capable of embracing everything. This was Yan Shaozhe, Dean of the Soul Martial Department at Shrek Academy, known as Ming Feng Douluo.
"Dean Yan?" Zhou Yi was taken aback, quickly concealing some of her anger, but her tone remained somewhat harsh. "Why are you here?"
Yan Shaozhe's gaze swept warmly across the classroom, finally settling on the quiet youth sitting at the back. His smile seemed to deepen:
"No big deal, just heard that our Soul Martial Department recruited a genius freshman with an 'Ultimate Fire' attribute this year. I came specifically to take a look."
His gaze fell solidly on Gu La, filled with undisguised admiration and curiosity: "Gu La, right?"
Gu La stood up, bowing respectfully without arrogance or submissiveness: "Greetings, Dean Yan."
"Good, good." Yan Shaozhe nodded with a smile, his words openly conveying importance and expectation.
"Ultimate Fire, one in ten thousand, boundless potential. Study hard at Shrek; the Soul Martial Department will provide you with the best resources and guidance."
Zhou Yi listened silently, her face changing colors, feeling as if she had knocked over a five-flavor jar.
Ultimate Fire!?
This represented a guaranteed Super Douluo, with the potential to become the top person on the continent.
Dean Yan personally coming to visit indicated his high regard. Just moments ago, she was thinking of ways to expel this "thorn," was it still possible?
Zhou Yi's expression changed, already knowing the answer internally. This made her feel utterly humiliated. She didn't want to admit she was someone who bullied the weak and feared the strong, but resisting further, should she oppose the dean?
Deep inside, she already knew the answer.
Yan Shaozhe encouraged Gu La a little more, reminding him to study diligently under Teacher Zhou Yi, then turned to Zhou Yi, his tone still gentle but carrying an undeniable implication:
"Teacher Zhou, Gu La possesses exceptional talent and is the future hope of the academy. His education requires extra care and methodical teaching. Understand?"
"Yes, Dean Yan." Zhou Yi lowered her head, her voice dry in response. How could she not understand the subtle reprimand in Yan Shaozhe's words?
Methodical teaching? Meaning she should restrain herself and not use her usual tactics on this "precious gem."
Clearly, Shrek Academy was aware of her practice of expelling poor students to boost pass rates. However, those students indeed performed poorly and lacked influential backgrounds, insufficient to draw the academy's attention.
Yan Shaozhe's martial soul was the Light Phoenix, yet he had been stuck at Level 94 for decades. Unlike Mu Ye, whose progress was hindered by spirit souls and mecha, Yan Shaozhe's stagnation was purely due to his petty nature, which did not align with the righteous and open characteristics of the Light Phoenix martial soul, thus preventing his breakthrough.
Yan Shaozhe nodded satisfactorily, glanced once more at Gu La, then turned to leave. His visit achieved its purpose: confirming Gu La's Ultimate Fire and giving Zhou Yi a warning.
As the classroom door closed, a brief silence followed, replaced by countless shocked, envious, and jealous gazes focused on Gu La.
Dean Yan visiting personally and showing such regard, this treatment...
Wang Dong looked at Gu La, her complex gaze filled with defiance, shock, and a hint of unnoticed defeat.
Huo Yuhao's face was full of admiration and longing. Ultimate Fire, it turned out his classmate was so powerful.
Zhou Yi stood on the podium, her face alternating between green and white, her chest heaving violently.
Dean Yan's warning echoed in her ears, and Gu La's calmness made her feel stifled to the point of nearly vomiting blood.
Expel? Try? Now, how dare she even attempt it?! Yan Shaozhe's message was crystal clear; this boy was now a key protected asset of the Soul Martial Department.
Looking at Gu La's expressionless, handsome face, she felt a surge of pent-up anger with nowhere to vent, making her vision blur.
She slammed the podium fiercely, startling everyone.
"What are you looking at? Class begins!"
Zhou Yi's voice cracked like ice splitting, brimming with unreleased fury. "Open the first chapter of your textbooks. Today, we're covering the basic classification of martial souls. Pay attention, or don't blame me for being merciless."
She could only vent her anger and frustration on the remaining frightened students.
As for Gu La, he seemed completely unaffected by the oppressive atmosphere. Leisurely flipping through his new textbook, his gaze fell on the pages, calm and unruffled. His thoughts, however, had already wandered far.
Mu En's self-created soul skill, the fate power of the Imperial Auspicious Beast, Electrolux's necromancy… this era had more worth studying than he anticipated.
As for Teacher Zhou on the podium, on the verge of exploding with anger? Just irrelevant background noise.
With the dismissal bell ringing, the atmosphere in Shrek Academy's Year One Class A suddenly relaxed.
However, this relaxation didn't last long, replaced by a more subtle fervor.
"Gu La, nice to meet you, I'm…"
"Gu La, brother, the Ultimate Fire martial soul is amazing. Please guide me in the future!"
"Gu La, your detached martial soul yesterday was so cool. How did you do it?"
Like a flood, many classmates instantly gathered around Gu La's seat, faces bearing sincere or probing smiles, chattering away.
Most of the boys and girls admitted to Shrek had family legacies and naturally understood what the phrase "Ultimate Martial Soul" meant in the world of soul masters—it was a passport to the pinnacle.
Building a good relationship with such a rising star ahead of time would undoubtedly be beneficial in every way.
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After returning to the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy, Gu La first went to the Starlight Hotel to meet Ye Guyi.
Over the past year and more, the two had often gathered due to their Angel Soul Weapons, but Ye Guyi's strength was far inferior to Gu La's, and since the Angel Soul Weapon needed to remain hidden, most of their time was spent chatting and exchanging ideas, without developing anything deeper.
Inside the hotel room, Gu La stated directly: "In two more months, the exchange program will end, and we'll return to Shrek."
Hearing this, Ye Guyi's lips moved slightly, wanting to speak but holding back. After two years of getting to know each other, she had developed trust and dependence on Gu La that went beyond mere companionship.
Gu La saw her hesitation and took the initiative: "But after some time, we'll return to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament. If you're willing, you can leave with me then—go to Shrek, or... I have other ways to take you away without anyone noticing."
Ye Guyi shook her head, her eyes determined: "If caught as a stowaway, I'd implicate the Common Alliance. I... I'll wait for you to come get me during the tournament." She chose to stay, waiting for a more secure opportunity.
Gu La nodded. He could sense the quietly growing affection in Ye Guyi—this was the inevitable attraction that arose when a lonely heart found companionship.
But he already had enough emotional debts. He decided to let things take their natural course. After chatting for a while longer, Gu La stood up to take his leave.
Back at the academy, Gu La spent the final two months in peaceful routine.
During these two years, he had always been just one step away from completely breaking through to the "Sword God" realm.
But he hadn't been idle. He continuously comprehended and analyzed the spear intent and spiritual power contained in Yun Ming's full-power strike, attempting to record and replicate it using the scientific principles of soul engineering arrays.
Finally, he successfully crafted a unique Eighth-grade soul device spear.
This spear had no flashy attribute bonuses—its only characteristic was that it contained a 30% imitation of Yun Ming's Atlas Spear domineering spear intent.
For a Soul Douluo skilled in spear techniques, this spear's power was no less than any Ninth-grade close-combat soul device.
Because spear intent was essentially an attack where spiritual will triggered heaven and earth's elemental forces, ignoring physical defenses—it had to be countered by spiritual will of equal level.
As for the more core Ninth-grade soul device knowledge, Mingde Hall's defenses were tight—it was their foundation for survival. No matter how much Gu La threatened, Jing Hongchen would never hand it over.
Gu La could only temporarily set aside these thoughts, murmuring to himself: "I'll have to wait for the tournament period and seize opportunities then."
Two months flashed by in an instant. Gu La and Huo Yuhao went together to bid farewell to Xuan Ziwen.
Xuan Ziwen looked at these two extraordinarily talented students, filled with regret: "It's a pity. The exchange is ending, and you must return. Promise me—don't abandon soul devices. They're worth dedicating your heart and soul to."
Huo Yuhao seized the opportunity to present Xuan Ziwen with an exquisite Eighth-grade soul device shell crafted by the Tang Sect, again trying to recruit him to join the Tang Sect.
Gu La didn't intervene. He actually envied Huo Yuhao's "Spiritual Detection" soul skill—if he had that ability, he would have long since emptied Mingde Hall's core warehouse.
Xuan Ziwen didn't agree immediately, but his attitude had noticeably softened.
The next day, the exchange student team followed Jing Hongchen to the border with the Tianhun Empire for student exchange.
On Shrek Academy's side, the Soul Engineering Department Dean Xian Lin'er and the Martial Soul Department Dean Yan Shaozhe personally led the team.
Yan Shaozhe stepped forward, his tone carrying a barely noticeable jab: "Dean Hongchen, your academy's students have worked very hard—especially your grandson and granddaughter. Now they're safely returned to you."
Jing Hongchen at this moment only wanted to quickly send off Gu La, this plague, and couldn't be bothered with Yan Shaozhe's tone. He forced a smile and replied politely:
"Your academy's students are also exceptionally talented. However, in the end, you should pay more attention to your students' psychological health—lest someone... stray down the wrong path."
He couldn't resist taking a subtle dig at Gu La's previous "achievements."
Yan Shaozhe was completely baffled. Only the exchange students like Huo Yuhao exchanged knowing glances.
As they prepared to part ways, Jing Hongchen suddenly called out to Huo Yuhao, handing him a silvery, shimmering dragon scale. His words were full of praise and encouragement, but Huo Yuhao's spiritual power keenly sensed the deep malice hidden in the man's heart.
Then, Jing Hongchen took out an identical silver dragon scale and handed it to Gu La. He looked deeply into Gu La's eyes before turning to leave with the Sun Moon Academy students.
Gu La accepted the scale. His spiritual power instantly swept over his body and immediately discovered the problem—the scale was coated with a special substance. It was non-toxic and harmless, but easily detected and tracked by dragon-type soul masters.
Though Huo Yuhao hadn't completely seen through it, he sensed something was wrong and immediately suggested that Teacher Fan Yu take the other students away first.
After Yan Shaozhe agreed, Huo Yuhao insisted that he and Gu La stay behind, pointing out that since they were already being tracked, splitting up would be useless. Gu La readily agreed.
In the end, the four of them—Yan Shaozhe, Xian Lin'er, Huo Yuhao, and Gu La—set off together.
While flying over a dense forest, a cold figure suddenly blocked their path.
The man wore black robes and exuded sinister energy—it was the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, Zhang Peng, a Level 96 Super Douluo and evil soul master.
"Gentlemen, this path is closed," Zhang Peng said in a hoarse voice.
Yan Shaozhe's expression darkened: "Zhang Peng. You've truly fallen to become an evil soul master! Teacher shouldn't have been so merciful to spare you back then!"
Zhang Peng snorted coldly: "I'm grateful for Senior Mu En's mercy in sparing my life. Before he passed away, I never wantonly killed the innocent. But you Shrek people treat any cultivation method that absorbs soul beasts as evil, leaving me no way out!"
Xian Lin'er scolded angrily: "Hypocrite! The path of hard cultivation has never been cut off—it's just that you're greedy for shortcuts. Take this spear!"
She wasted no more words, immediately summoning her martial soul, Azure Flame Dragon.
Though named "flame," it was actually a mutated wind attribute that manifested like explosive fire, greatly enhancing close combat power.
Simultaneously, an Eighth-grade soul device perfectly matched to her martial soul appeared in her hand—the Azure Flame Spear!
The combination of martial soul and soul device allowed the Level 94 Xian Lin'er to unleash combat power comparable to a Super Douluo. She clashed with Zhang Peng, and for a time, neither could gain the upper hand.
Seeing this, Yan Shaozhe called out loudly: "One Super Douluo can't stop us all. Who else is hiding? Come out!"
Before his words faded, the sky suddenly darkened.
An overwhelming, terrifying pressure descended. A black-robed figure appeared soundlessly high in the air—his face firm, his eyes deep as an abyss.
Yan Shaozhe's pupils shrank violently. He cried out in shock: "A Super Douluo? No... a Limit Douluo! Senior, who are you? A revered Limit Douluo, why associate with evil soul masters?!"
The black-robed man spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying supreme authority: "Xiao Yao, the Black and White Twin Saint Dragons. I'm merely fulfilling a commission."
"The Dark Saint Dragon?" Yan Shaozhe's heart shook violently. "You're... Senior Long Xiaoyao, who was once equal to my teacher?!"
Long Xiaoyao nodded slightly, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes: "I never expected that after so many years apart, Mu En would pass on first."
Yan Shaozhe tried to appeal to their connection: "Senior, since you were old friends with my teacher, could you do us a favor and let us pass?"
Long Xiaoyao slowly shook his head: "I was entrusted with a task, and I fulfill my duties. I cannot grant this favor."
Just then, Gu La muttered softly: "Pathetic simp."
His voice was low, but who here wasn't a powerhouse? Long Xiaoyao's gaze instantly sharpened like a blade, shooting toward Gu La.
After a moment's thought, he understood the meaning of "simp." He was furious at first, but then thought of his own obsession with Ye Xishui—wasn't he also one? Only he was willing.
His voice turned cold: "Brat, no wonder someone specifically wanted your life. With that mouth of yours, without protection, you won't live long!"
Gu La showed no fear. He stepped forward proactively.
With each step he took, a dozen dark red, intricately structured metal spheres—radiating heart-stopping energy fluctuations—appeared around him: Evil's Bane No. 8!
Densely packed, in the blink of an eye, over a hundred were floating around him.
"The Dark Saint Dragon..." Gu La tilted his head, a provocative smile on his face.
"Not sure if these 'little toys' I prepared specifically for evil soul masters—with explosive power equivalent to Eighth-grade fixed-type soul projectile shells—can... counteract your darkness, Limit Douluo?"
Yan Shaozhe felt the terrifying energy fluctuations from the over hundred "Evil's Bane No. 8" devices around Gu La—power capable of razing the area for miles over and over again—and his mentality completely shattered!
Inside his heart, he screamed furiously: "Jing Hongchen! What exactly did your Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy teach him?! Give me back my well-behaved Shrek student!"
Facing this display that would make any Spirit Beast Douluo's scalp tingle, Long Xiaoyao remained composed.
He spoke lightly: "Light and darkness have always mutually restrained each other. Your Ultimate Light does indeed suppress my darkness attribute."
"But if I want to leave, these things can't hold me back. However... your teacher and classmates will likely have to accompany you in becoming ashes."
He looked at Gu La with interest, seemingly enjoying this moment of testing human nature, wanting to see how this sharp-tongued youth would choose.
But Gu La didn't follow the script. He sneered coldly and addressed him directly by name: "Long Xiaoyao, you've lived over two hundred years—have you never suspected that Ye Xishui has twin martial souls?"
Long Xiaoyao's calm expression instantly froze. He didn't even care about Gu La's disrespect, instinctively asking: "What nonsense are you spouting?! I've known Xishui for a hundred years—I'm absolutely certain she only has one Death God Demon Puppet martial soul!"
Gu La sneered: "That's why you're just a pitiful, deceived simp."
Yan Shaozhe and Huo Yuhao standing nearby broke out in cold sweat, wishing they could cover Gu La's mouth, but couldn't help wanting to hear more of this earth-shattering secret.
Killing intent surged in Long Xiaoyao's eyes, but a shred of remaining reason suppressed it. His voice turned icy: "You seem confident I can't kill you?"
"Of course," Gu La shrugged. "Don't you find it strange? Why would the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Cult submit without resistance and... 'accomplish good things' with you back then?"
Long Xiaoyao's face showed pain. He didn't want to mention it, but Gu La seemed to know too much. After hesitation, he said heavily: "I... I was drunk back then..."
"Heh," Gu La's laughter grew colder, "Why didn't she resist? Don't tell me she couldn't beat you back then. Or that kind of naturally vicious woman—would she really kowtow to you?!"
As he spoke, Gu La even took the time to give Yan Shaozhe an apologetic look for his crude language, leaving Yan Shaozhe completely confused.
Thinking of Ye Xishui's Tenth-grade soul device Death Tower that required consuming twenty thousand souls for a single attack, Gu La felt his scolding was completely justified.
This woman toyed with people's hearts, training those who loved her and those she loved like dogs. Even without the previous cult leader Zhong Li's cultivation, she was destined to become the world's greatest femme fatale.
"You're asking for death!" Long Xiaoyao was finally enraged beyond control. He swung his fist fiercely. The fist wind transformed into a ferocious black dragon, carrying the terrifying pressure of a Limit Douluo, charging straight at Gu La.
Gu La was prepared. He instantly activated three overlapping invincible shields while unhesitatingly detonating the nearest "Evil's Bane No. 8."
Boom—!!!
Sky-piercing light and flame erupted violently. Ultimate light and destructive energy wildly expanded. The terrifying shockwave directly sent Yan Shaozhe, Xian Lin'er, and Huo Yuhao flying.
Fortunately, the protective effect of the invincible shields was bug-like—they were disheveled but completely unharmed.
Gu La glanced at Yan Shaozhe, finally suppressing his impulse to immediately use his Martial Soul True Body to beat up Long Xiaoyao.
Ye Xishui liked to toy with hearts? He, Gu La, preferred to pierce them!
"Long Xiaoyao, you're angry?"
Gu La's voice cut through the explosion clearly, "You're not angry because I insulted you—you're angry because deep down, you know Ye Xishui really is this kind of person!"
"You aid evil, boasting you've never personally killed the innocent. But how many innocents have died because of your indulgence? You've long been the Holy Spirit Cult's greatest accomplice—a different kind of evil soul master!"
"Zhang Peng slaughters soul beasts for his own selfish cultivation gains. But you're indecisive, drowning in self-indulgent romantic feelings—you're nothing but a complete fool!"
"Ye Xishui has always loved only herself. You're just the most useful knife in her hand—an old dog she can call and dismiss at will!"
"You deserve death!"
Long Xiaoyao was scolded into a rage, his attacks growing fiercer.
Gu La endured the heartache, using invincible shields like they cost nothing to ensure he could scold freely. In the blink of an eye, he consumed life-saving items worth millions of gold soul coins.
Huo Yuhao watched from the side, his heart bleeding for Gu La.
"There has never been such a thing as 'Black and White Twin Saint Dragons' coexisting with light and darkness!"
Gu La's voice pierced like a sword through Long Xiaoyao's defenses, "There's only a pitiful fool who's been deceived by a woman for over two hundred years."
"Senior Mu En was flirtatious in his youth, but he knew when to withdraw, realizing Ye Xishui wasn't a good match. Only you—at over two hundred years old—still act like a love-struck fool, believing she leads the Holy Spirit Cult in slaughtering the masses for some bullshit 'Saint's Arrival'!"
Seeing Long Xiaoyao still attacking frenziedly and his invincible shields running out, Gu La finally threw his final bombshell: "Do you know that besides bearing a child for old man Zhong Li, Ye Xishui also left you a child?"
"What?!"
Long Xiaoyao's attacks suddenly stopped. He instinctively retorted: "Impossible!"
But that absurd hope couldn't be suppressed in his heart.
Gu La sneered coldly: "That's right. Don't doubt it—she did bear you a son. But don't think too highly of her."
"She never told you for over a hundred years—she never planned to tell you. Perhaps... she's planning to use this secret only when she's about to die, to trick you into accompanying her in death with love and the fantasy that 'she's a good woman'?"
Yan Shaozhe and Huo Yuhao shivered with cold. How could there be such pure evil in the world? Just hearing it made them uncomfortable, wishing they had never heard these words.
Long Xiaoyao, a Limit Douluo's will, was finally completely shattered.
He knew Ye Xishui too well. Subconsciously, he already understood this was exactly what Ye Xishui would do.
But his mind kept flashing to Ye Xishui's youthful appearance—that white moonlight he could never let go of in his life... It was this twisted love that made him willingly aid evil.
Long Xiaoyao's eyes turned bloodshot. His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly. His voice trembled hoarsely: "Tell... tell me... my son... who is he?!"
But Gu La suddenly became coy, rubbing his fingers together: "I just lost soul devices worth at least one hundred million gold soul coins for self-defense. Compensate me."
Yan Shaozhe and Huo Yuhao almost wanted to kneel to Gu La.
Scolding wasn't enough—you even want compensation for emotional distress?! This extortion deserved their worship, but the amount... was it a bit too outrageous? A hundred times increase!
Long Xiaoyao clearly knew what one hundred million gold soul coins meant—it was enough to buy a hundred-thousand-year embryo.
"Impossible. I don't have money." As a Limit Douluo, he never needed money in daily life—where would he get so many gold soul coins?
Gu La seemed to have anticipated this. He changed his tone: "Fine. Wasn't it Jing Hongchen who notified the Holy Spirit Cult to intercept us? Then go to the Sun Moon Empire's soul device army warehouse for me. Steal their stockpiled rare metals—gather enough to be worth one hundred million gold soul coins, and I'll tell you."
Huo Yuhao looked at Gu La with admiration, even a bit eager to learn a trick or two. Only after Tianmen Ice Silkworm and Ice Empress frantically persuaded him did he calm down.
Long Xiaoyao fell silent.
He had never liked the Sun Moon Empire, which always intended to start wars. But the Holy Spirit Cult was currently in cooperation with the Sun Moon royal family. His action could likely cause their partnership to collapse...
But then he thought—fuck the cooperation! What did he care about those evil soul masters' lives and deaths?!
"How... how do I know you're not deceiving me? What if I go, and you've already left?" Long Xiaoyao asked heavily, already tempted.
Gu La looked completely indifferent: "Believe it or not. If you don't want to trade, you can go ask Ye Xishui right now—see if your 'kind and pure' Xishui will tell you the truth?"
Long Xiaoyao's face stiffened. He growled: "Don't you dare insult Xishui."
Gu La clicked his tongue, merciless: "Simps never get good deaths. I cursed her. What are you gonna do about it?"
Long Xiaoyao's chest heaved violently. In the end, he forcibly restrained himself. He looked deeply at Gu La, as if engraving him in his heart.
Then he suddenly turned, transforming into a black streak of light, racing toward the Sun Moon Empire direction—he was actually going to "raise funds."
Zhang Peng saw this and didn't dare stay any longer. He immediately fled in disgrace.
Only Yan Shaozhe, Xian Lin'er, and Huo Yuhao remained, staring in disbelief, along with Gu La—who still had nearly a hundred "Evil's Bane" devices floating around him and looked thoroughly satisfied from the scolding.
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