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Long Xiaoyao transformed into black light and vanished into the horizon. Seeing his patron leave, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng didn't dare stay a moment longer. He immediately transformed into a wisp of black smoke and fled in disgrace, terrified that if he were even slightly slower, the Shrek group would detain him.
Yan Shaozhe let out a long breath of relief, but then immediately grew tense again. He urged Gu La: "Gu La, let's leave quickly. Long Xiaoyao is, after all, a Limit Douluo who consorts with evil soul masters. His moods are unpredictable. If he has second thoughts and returns, we absolutely cannot match him."
Huo Yuhao also nodded with lingering fear: "That's right, Brother Gu. Preserving our lives is most important."
Then, Huo Yuhao couldn't suppress his burning curiosity. He whispered curiously: "Gu La, what you said just now... was it all true? Who exactly is Senior Long Xiaoyao's son?"
Gu La nodded, his tone certain: "My source of information is absolutely verified."
He paused, his gaze shifting to Yan Shaozhe, and slowly said: "As for who Long Xiaoyao's son is... Dean, you should know that Dragon God Douluo Senior Mu En once traveled across the continent with Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui when he was young, right?"
An inexplicable tightness seized Yan Shaozhe's heart. He nodded: "Yes, my teacher did mention that past."
Gu La continued to unveil the mystery with slow, clear words: "Then, think... given Ye Xishui's character—if she didn't want Long Xiaoyao to know she bore him a son, yet wanted to ensure this child's absolute safety and receive the best cultivation and positive education... to whom would she entrust this child?"
Yan Shaozhe's face instantly turned pale. An extremely ominous premonition gripped his heart.
Among the high-level members of Shrek Academy's Shénshén Pavilion who fit the age... there seemed to be only one orphan...
"Ye Xishui's second martial soul..." Gu La looked at him, speaking word by word, "is the Bright Phoenix."
Boom!
These words struck like thunder directly in Yan Shaozhe's mind.
All the clues instantly connected—the orphan background, the Bright Phoenix martial soul, his teacher's meticulous cultivation... He staggered backward a step, all color draining from his face. He muttered: "No... impossible... how could it be me..."
He had always taken it as his duty to eliminate evil soul masters and uphold justice. Now he was told that his biological mother was actually the leader of the world's greatest evil soul master organization.
This tremendous identity gap and shock nearly caused his mind to falter.
Seeing this, Xian Lin'er immediately stepped forward to support him, worriedly comforting: "Shaozhe, calm down! This is just Gu La's one-sided words—it might not be true!"
"Even... even if it is true, your birth isn't something you could choose. Everyone has seen your actions over the years—you've always stood on the side of justice."
Yan Shaozhe was dispirited, barely managing a smile that looked worse than crying: "I... I need to calm down... Gu La, let's... let's go back first." His mind was in chaos—he just wanted to leave this place immediately.
"Alright." Gu La shrugged, giving some face to this dean who had always been quite good to him.
Xian Lin'er glared at Gu La with annoyance, her eyes blaming him for revealing such earth-shattering secrets so directly.
Gu La returned an innocent look, gesturing with his eyes: I was already quite tactful in my approach, and if it weren't for Huo Yuhao's persistent questioning, I wouldn't have planned to reveal it now.
Huo Yuhao: "???"
The four departed with various thoughts in their hearts, flying back to Shrek Academy.
However, not long after they left, a plant seed that Gu La had quietly dropped rapidly took root and sprouted, transforming into a clone identical to Gu La. It stood quietly in place, waiting for something.
About half a day later, a black shadow carrying intense bloodiness and explosive energy returned—it was Long Xiaoyao.
He appeared to have experienced a major battle—his robe was slightly torn, but his aura remained overwhelming.
His gaze was sharp. Seeing only Gu La's clone waiting here, he immediately roared in anger: "Brat, you really ran away! Where is your true body?!"
Gu La's clone spread his hands, his tone relaxed: "The main body has returned, but I can still tell you the truth. Besides... some people aren't mentally prepared to face you yet."
Long Xiaoyao frowned deeply: "What do you mean? Stop being mysterious!"
Gu La's clone waved his hand: "The goods? The agreed 'compensation and information fee.'"
Long Xiaoyao snorted coldly and tossed over a dozen large storage soul devices filled with rare metals.
He wasn't worried about a clone playing tricks right under his nose.
Gu La's clone examined them, satisfied, and stored these priceless metals in the Forest Sea demiplane.
Then he mocked Long Xiaoyao: "Actually, in the soul master world, there's a very simple way to confirm parent-child relationships—look at the martial soul. Why don't you guess what Ye Xishui's second martial soul is?"
Long Xiaoyao's patience was nearly exhausted. Black energy swirled around him: "My patience is limited!" If this were not just a clone, he would have attacked long ago.
The clone shrugged: "Alright, alright—so impatient. Hint: Ye Xishui's second martial soul is—the Bright Phoenix."
"Isn't it ironic? Even the previous Holy Spirit Cult leader didn't know about this martial soul of hers. She never cultivated it, willingly sinking into depravity all this time..."
"Heh, what about rehabilitation? Ye Xishui was never controlled or brainwashed. She was born evil—once an evil soul master, an evil soul master for life!"
"Bright... Phoenix?" Long Xiaoyao repeated softly, struggling to recall anyone with this martial soul from his memories.
Having lived in seclusion for many years, he knew little about current affairs, having only seen some Holy Spirit Cult intelligence reports. For a moment, he couldn't remember anyone.
Gu La's clone clicked his tongue as if unable to watch his struggling expression any longer, directly revealing the answer:
"It's our Shrek Academy's Martial Soul Department Dean, Yan Shaozhe. Bright Phoenix martial soul, adopted and raised by Senior Mu En."
Watching Long Xiaoyao's instantly frozen expression, the clone slowly added another bombshell.
"Also, as a bonus piece of information. From the very beginning, Ye Xishui actually liked you. Hmm... though her 'liking' was rather twisted—she wanted to possess everything about you."
"So... under the previous Holy Spirit Cult leader's arrangement, she approached you two, sowing discord between you brothers. Publicly showing goodwill to Mu En, while secretly climbing into your bed... tsk tsk, truly a venomous woman."
After saying this, Gu La's clone didn't wait for Long Xiaoyao to process this massive information. He directly dissipated with a "poof," turning into a wisp of green smoke that vanished on the spot, leaving Long Xiaoyao standing like a stone statue in the desolate forest.
Long Xiaoyao stood in place for a long time. His handsome, firm face showed constantly shifting expressions—shock, anger, disbelief, a hint of secret ecstatic joy, endless pain... Various emotions washed over his two-hundred-plus-year-old heart defenses.
Finally, after barely managing to sort through this explosive information, violent soul power fluctuations and roaring sounds came from the distance—the Sun Moon Empire's soul device master pursuers and elite soul device master army had finally traced the clues and arrived.
Long Xiaoyao, whose heart was filled with frustration and rage with nowhere to vent, his eyes turned cold. Not bothering with words, he directly charged forward.
An unequal massacre instantly erupted!
...It was good the clone had run fast.
Could an ordinary soul device master army withstand the wrath of a Limit Douluo?
Long Xiaoyao didn't even bother using many soul skills. Relying solely on his terrifying physical strength and dark soul power, he was like a tiger among sheep. Wherever he passed, people and horses fell in disarray, soul devices shattered one after another.
Finally, the infuriated Sun Moon Empire commander deployed the ultimate weapon—several Eighth-grade fixed-type soul projectile shells!
Boom boom boom!
Amid earth-shattering explosions, an area equivalent to the entire Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy was completely reduced to scorched earth. Smoke and dust filled the air, with heavy casualties.
Long Xiaoyao endured the explosive impact head-on. Though somewhat disheveled, he wasn't seriously injured.
He coldly looked at this land of destruction he had created with his own hands. The pent-up anger in his heart slightly eased. No longer caring about the remaining enemies, he turned and transformed into black light, racing toward the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters.
His mind was in chaos. He urgently wanted to confront Ye Xishui face to face.
But halfway there, he hesitated again... He was afraid. Afraid that if he truly saw Ye Xishui, he would, like in the past two hundred plus years, be easily persuaded and soothed by her few words.
He also wanted to see that "son" Yan Shaozhe, but similarly felt he didn't deserve to. Knowing of his existence might be enough... After all, Ye Xishui was more important.
He had to admit that when he heard from Gu La that "Ye Xishui actually liked you from the very beginning," a difficult-to-describe, even despicable ecstatic joy surged from the deepest part of Long Xiaoyao's heart.
This not only meant he had never truly "betrayed" his brother Mu En, but also that his two-hundred-plus-years of devoted obsession and aiding evil seemed to have gained a slightly "worthwhile" absurd meaning.
Time couldn't be reversed, obsession had long taken root. Just as the world can never truly understand a "simp's" thought process.
Unfortunately, when he rushed back to the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters, he remembered that Ye Xishui was in a secret chamber, closing the gates to cultivate, putting all her effort into crafting that terrifying Tenth-grade soul device—the Death Tower. She had strictly forbidden anyone from disturbing her.
Long Xiaoyao's devoted feelings, countless questions, and struggles were destined to be suppressed once again, continuing his hopeless, endless wait.
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