Holy Spirit Cult.
"Su Wen is dead, let the whole sect rejoice!"
"Hail the Grand Elder!"
"..."
The higher-ups cheered without restraint, as if finally unleashing the frustration that had been pent up in their hearts for so long. The entire Holy Spirit Cult—such a large organization of Evil Soul Masters—had actually been suppressed to the point of suffocation by a mere youngster, forced to bow to his will? It was simply a monumental disgrace. Who exactly was the real Evil Soul Master here?!
Today, the Holy Spirit Cult's greatest enemy, Su Wen—had finally been personally killed by the Grand Elder. It was truly a cause for celebration.
"Sigh…"
At the head of the hall.
Long Xiaoyao, draped in a black robe, frowned slightly and sighed as he looked at Ye Xishui, who sat atop the high platform, idly picking at her nails, seemingly bored. Once again, he felt helpless.
"If Mu En comes… what then? According to Zhongli Wu and Zhang Peng, Mu En has probably become even stronger. Maybe not surpassing an Ultimate Douluo, but at least more powerful than any of us. If he truly seeks revenge at all costs…"
"Then kill me," Ye Xishui replied languidly, looking at Long Xiaoyao with a hint of mockery in her eyes. "You brothers can join hands and kill me, eliminate the Holy Spirit Cult—this continent's number one cancer—and go travel the world together. Wouldn't that be nice?"
"Xishui, you know that's not what I meant." Long Xiaoyao struggled with his expression, turning his head after a long while, helpless.
"You knew full well how powerful Su Wen was, but you hid the truth!" Ye Xishui pressed on relentlessly. "Is there any trust left between us as husband and wife?"
"..."
At the mention of husband and wife, Long Xiaoyao's expression softened a little.
He looked up to the heavens and sighed.
He said nothing more.
Meanwhile, Ye Xishui turned her head away, a subtle, satisfied smile playing at her lips. Having toyed with Long Xiaoyao for over a hundred years, she naturally knew his weak spot.
With Su Wen gone, there was no longer any obstacle in her path to unifying the Holy Spirit Cult.
Elsewhere in the Holy Spirit Cult.
Beneath a black robe, a pair of light blue eyes revealed a trace of confusion. An exquisitely beautiful face murmured softly, "Su Wen… what a familiar name."
"Have I met him before?"
"Saintess, please don't let your thoughts wander," Nangong Wan quickly comforted her. "That Su Wen is the Holy Spirit Cult's mortal enemy. Perhaps you once suffered at his hands and have forgotten due to trauma."
"I see…" Tang Ya nodded slightly.
Seeing this, Nangong Wan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The drug's effects were still ongoing. If Tang Ya's original personality broke free now, they'd have to resort to complete brainwashing, which would severely damage her talent.
Tang Ya's devouring talent was practically heaven's gift to the Holy Spirit Cult—far surpassing that of the former candidate saint, Huo Yuhao. She could devour and strip life, absorb it into herself, and even fight while absorbing—utterly overpowered…
…
Shrek Academy.
"So… you survived at the hands of an Ultimate Douluo?!" Xiao Hongchen was utterly shocked after hearing Su Wen's explanation. The world felt so absurd he wondered if he was still dreaming—he almost wanted to slap himself awake.
Slap!
Slap!
Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi each slapped one of Xiao Hongchen's cheeks, clearly seeing his confusion and, as classmates, helping him to clear his mind.
"You guys…" Xiao Hongchen covered his face, grimacing.
The burning pain in his cheeks made him realize this was all real.
"Calling it escape isn't quite right. This was a strategic retreat," Su Wen sipped his tea, nodding slightly. He still preferred the tea he'd taken from Dean Yan.
"Is there a difference?" Xiao Hongchen's mouth twitched.
"There is," Su Wen nodded.
"At the very least, I forced her to use up all her stored soul power. For a while, her strength will definitely plummet."
"But… won't that make the Holy Spirit Cult accelerate their soul harvesting?" Xiao Hongchen hesitated.
"..."
The room fell silent.
Su Wen took another sip of tea.
"You're right."
"I won't be staying at the academy for long. I just came to let everyone know I'm safe. I'll be returning to the Sun Moon Empire—but this time… under the name of Death."
Su Wen put down his teacup, a cold, murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
The Holy Spirit Cult—such vermin—were hated by both gods and men.
Just like that classic saying: What do you take life for?
This time, his fake death was meant to create the illusion that he, Su Wen, had won the resurrection match—clawing his way back from hell…
The real revenge and purge against the Holy Spirit Cult was only just beginning.
That's right. The entire Holy Spirit Cult—you're surrounded by me alone!
"What about Grandpa and Meng…" Xiao Hongchen opened his mouth. He almost forgot that he and Su Wen were technically enemies, but now, with his family in danger and the trap set by his own people, he couldn't help but feel indignant.
"Shrek Academy welcomes talent from all walks. If your grandpa is willing to surrender…" Su Wen said thoughtfully.
"Thank you."
Xiao Hongchen was silent for a long time before uttering those two words.
His expression grew a touch bitterly ironic. Who would have thought that enemies and allies could swap places so quickly? One moment, mortal foes; the next…
"I'll do my best to convince the other nine to stay at Shrek Academy," Xiao Hongchen said sincerely.
"As for Meng marrying you… I won't oppose it anymore."
Su Wen: "..."
"As if you get a say in that?"