Douluo Dalu 2: The True God King-Chapter 279: [DD2]:

"And then there's the matter of Tang Sect."

Mu En sighed and said, "Regarding Huo Yuhao, the academy has no choice."

"The Body Sect is watching like a tiger stalking its prey. The academy had no other option but to take this drastic measure."

"Bei Bei, I hope you can understand."

Bei Bei nodded, tears streaming down his face. "Ancestor, I understand."

"Good child."

As he spoke, Mu En's aged and withered right hand gently landed on Bei Bei's head.

In an instant, everyone felt a sudden burst of light within the Sea God's Pavilion. A brilliant golden glow flashed and vanished, and Bei Bei let out a muffled groan before collapsing to the ground.

Golden arcs of electricity flickered across his body, and his entire form seemed to shift between normal and golden radiance.

At the last moment, Mu En used the power of the Golden Ancient Tree to stabilize the mutated Holy Light Dragon bloodline within Bei Bei.

Once Bei Bei awakened, his martial soul mutation would be completely stabilized.

Having settled Bei Bei's matter, Mu En seemed noticeably relieved.

A smile appeared on his face as he said, "Now, there's just one last thing left. Shaozhe, step forward."

Yan Shaozhe seemed to realize something, and his expression instantly became sorrowful.

But Mu En, full of spirit, said, "In the final moments of my life, I must leave behind a stabilizing force for our academy."

"Shaozhe, come and sit."

Mu En gestured, and Yan Shaozhe, suppressing his grief, sat down before him.

Mu En rose from his reclining chair and sat on the ground as well.

Then, he raised both hands and placed them on Yan Shaozhe's back.

"Shaozhe, focus all your energy. Prepare to receive and refine my soul power."

The moment his voice fell, golden soul power surged from Mu En's hands.

Before Yan Shaozhe could even speak, he felt a vast and powerful energy flooding into his body like a tidal wave.

He immediately circulated his soul power, his soul core trembling as he began absorbing the immense power of light.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Yan Shaozhe reached the peak of Rank 96.

A quarter of an hour later, he broke through to Rank 97.

Su Yu watched all of this in silence, unsurprised.

Once Mu En passed away, Shrek Academy, without a Rank 98 powerhouse, would face an immense crisis.

Although Elder Lin and Elder Song were both Rank 97 Soul Douluos, they were old, and their soul ring compositions were not particularly outstanding.

Even if the two of them joined forces, they would still be no match for a true Rank 98 Soul Douluo.

At the Super Douluo level, each rank represented a massive, nearly insurmountable gap.

Unless one's martial soul was exceptionally powerful or their soul ring and soul bone configuration was extraordinary, surpassing levels in battle was nearly impossible.

Take Lu Yuan, for example. Despite possessing the Titan Snow Demon, an incredibly powerful martial soul, and three 100,000-year soul rings, he could barely contend with an ordinary Rank 98 Super Douluo with his Rank 97 cultivation.

If the Rank 98 opponent was slightly stronger, Lu Yuan wouldn't stand a chance.

If even Lu Yuan struggled, Elder Lin and Elder Song would have even less hope.

Thus, Mu En's intentions were clear—he was forcefully creating a Rank 98 Super Douluo.

Why did he choose Yan Shaozhe?

First, because among the elder generation, Yan Shaozhe was one of the youngest, meaning he had more potential for growth.

Second, Yan Shaozhe also possessed the Light attribute, which allowed him to maximize his absorption of Mu En's power.

Time passed, second by second.

After an hour, Mu En's hands fell limply to his sides, exhausted.

Yan Shaozhe's soul power, however, had successfully reached the peak of Rank 98.

His soul power was now on par with Du Busi, but in terms of actual combat ability, he was still far behind.

After all, inheriting power could never compare to painstaking cultivation.

"Shaozhe, the future is in your hands."

Mu En smiled. Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, his body dissolved into countless golden lights.

The golden lights gathered, forming a radiant beam that streaked into the Golden Ancient Tree.

All that remained in his place were several soul bones radiating intense energy.

"Elder Mu!"

The elders of Shrek Academy cried out in grief.

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Zhang Lexuan trembled, overwhelmed by sorrow, as tears streamed down her face.

Su Yu, playing the role of a good boyfriend, gently pulled Zhang Lexuan into his embrace, offering her comfort.

Inside the Sea God's Pavilion, mournful cries filled the air.

Outside, the inner court disciples were all filled with sorrow, their expressions solemn.

All of Shrek Academy seemed to be shrouded in deep sadness.

Even the once radiant Golden Ancient Tree seemed dimmed, as if a shadow had settled over it.

...

Body Sect.

Du Busi traveled swiftly, finally returning to his sect.

Looking at the familiar sect grounds, he couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth in his heart.

Finally home.

It had not been easy.

Recalling the events of this trip, Du Busi felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Not only had he been beaten up, but he also lost a huge sum of money. The thought of it made his heart bleed.

Still, at least he found Huo Yuhao—that was the only good news from this journey.

Back in the sect, Du Busi entered the main hall.

After downing a large cup of tea, he impatiently ordered someone to bring Huo Yuhao in.

When Huo Yuhao entered the hall, his figure looked somewhat frail, causing Du Busi to frown.

This physique is too weak.

In the Body Sect, isn't everyone a monster in terms of physical strength?

Aren't they all built like beasts?

But considering Huo Yuhao's martial soul, Du Busi could understand.

Soul Masters with spiritual attributes generally had weaker physical bodies—that was normal.

"Child, your name is Huo Yuhao, right?"

Du Busi tried his best to sound gentle.

Although he was domineering and unreasonable, he was extremely protective of his people.

Huo Yuhao blankly nodded, looking like a confused young boy.

Du Busi smiled, "Child, don't be afraid. Now that you're in the Body Sect, this is your home. We're all your family."

Huo Yuhao nodded absentmindedly, looking just like a clueless kid.

Seeing this, Du Busi was secretly pleased.

Huo Yuhao had been captured and brought here, so he had worried the boy would resist.

But looking at Huo Yuhao now, he seemed quite eager to join the Body Sect.

Well, that made sense.

Tang Sect was just a third-rate sect—what could they offer Huo Yuhao?

But the Body Sect was different. They were a superpower.

Aside from the Ice God's Palace, there was no one in the world they feared.

Even Shrek Academy? They had stormed in without hesitation.

Their philosophy? Reckless courage.

Du Busi assumed Huo Yuhao had realized the Body Sect's strength and was drawn to it.

"Child, release your martial soul, and let me see."

Du Busi took a sip of fresh tea and smiled.

Huo Yuhao hesitated for a moment before activating his soul power. His Spirit Eyes gleamed brightly.

A white and yellow soul ring slowly rose from beneath him.

Du Bushi: !!!

He spat out his tea, eyes widening in shock as he stared at the two soul rings beneath Huo Yuhao.

What the Hell?

One White, One Yellow?

Du Busi rubbed his eyes and stared hard as if trying to see flowers bloom from thin air.

No matter how he looked, those two soul rings—one white, one yellow—were still blindingly eye-catching.

Especially that white soul ring. That glaring white color stabbed directly into Du Busi's heart.

Feeling the faint soul power emanating from Huo Yuhao, Du Busi panicked. He completely lost hope.

Rank 21 soul power?

A ten-year soul ring?

Du Busi's body went weak, and even the chair he was sitting on skidded backward. His arms trembled, and the teacup in his hand made a cracking sound.

He pointed at Huo Yuhao for a long time, but he was so shocked that he couldn't get a single word out.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

He had thought he was getting a heaven-sent genius. But fate had played a huge joke on him.

Du Busi's lips quivered, and his old face turned green.

A full fifteen minutes passed before he barely managed to regain his composure.

At this moment, his heart was bleeding.

Looking at Huo Yuhao, he held onto a tiny sliver of hope and asked, "Child, your surname isn't Huo, right? You're not Huo Yuhao, are you?"

Huo Yuhao, ever so honest, replied, "But I am Huo Yuhao."

Unwilling to give up, Du Busi asked, "Then your martial soul… it's just an eye, isn't it?"

Huo Yuhao scratched his head and said, "Brother Su said my martial soul is an eye and a brain, not just an eye."

Smack!

Du Busi slapped his forehead, his face stiffening as if he had put on a mask of pain.

It was over.

There was no room for luck.

No luck at all.

This was just a 14-year-old kid at rank 21, with a ten-year soul ring, and a weak physique.

A complete waste.

He had spent so much effort, and invested so much money, all for this piece of trash?

For Huo Yuhao, he had given away three soul bones and 13 million gold soul coins.

That was an astronomical fortune!

Du Busi clutched his chest, so heartbroken he could barely breathe.

He couldn't accept that so much money had gone down the drain.

Who could understand this kind of pain?

Du Busi gasped for breath, truly unable to bear it.

Anyone else in his shoes would have had a mental breakdown too.

The cost and the return were way too unbalanced.

He had wanted at least a Soul Ancestor-level prodigy, with an optimal soul ring configuration—a genius he could groom as an heir.

Instead, what he got was a mere Soul Grandmaster, a pathetic soul ring setup, and a frail body.

No comparison, no harm.

This cruel reality hit Du Busi like a critical strike.

"Tell me about your soul skills."

Suppressing his fury, Du Busi asked the final question.

Huo Yuhao blinked and said, "My first soul skill is called Spiritual Shock. Its effect is…"

Hearing this, Du Busi nearly coughed up blood.

What kind of garbage soul skill is this?

The name sounded impressive, but the effect… was completely underwhelming.

It was so bad that he didn't even have the strength to complain.

But then, Huo Yuhao continued with his second soul skill, which slightly eased Du Busi's bleeding heart.

"My second soul skill is called Spiritual Paralysis. It can temporarily paralyze an opponent's mind."

"It's an area control skill that can paralyze multiple people at once."

Du Busi's expression softened slightly.

This soul skill wasn't entirely useless.

A group-control spiritual ability was still somewhat decent.

But the sheer disappointment from the first soul skill was too much for Du Busi to bear.

Coupled with Huo Yuhao's low-level, trash soul ring setup, and weak physique, Du Busi was boiling with frustration.

He was miserable.

He had thought he had found a genius comparable to—or even surpassing—a legendary prodigy.

Now?

Hah.

The more Du Busi looked at Huo Yuhao, the more his heart ached. He waved his hand and had someone send him away.

Sending him back wasn't an option.

After all, Huo Yuhao had a Body Martial Soul, and the Body Sect had no reason to expel him.

He could just be raised as an outer sect disciple.

The Body Sect could afford to feed one extra person.

As for the Lan Luoluo and Lan Susu sisters who had been captured alongside him—before, Du Busi didn't care about them before.

But now? At least they were a gain.

Their Hair Martial Soul wasn't strong, but they had a martial soul fusion skill.

That alone increased their value considerably.

Du Busi arranged for the two sisters to become inner sect disciples—a status far better than Huo Yuhao's.

After finishing these arrangements, Du Busi finally exploded with rage.

Du Busi cursed like crazy.

He had been completely screwed over by that old bastard Ning Chen (Chen Xin).

Not only did he fail to gain anything, but he also lost a fortune.

"That old bastard dared to scam me? I'll—*******!!!"

Du Busi ranted like a telegraph machine, beeping non-stop.

Even the elders beside him were stunned.

They had never seen Du Busi this furious before.

It took him a full hour of swearing before he finally stopped.

He picked up his teacup, downed the entire thing in one go, and slammed it down on the table.

"Ning Chen, you old bastard, I swear I'll kill you!"

His eerie green eyes glowed with murderous intent.

If he didn't get revenge, he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

In his entire life, Du Busi had never been humiliated like this.

"Ning Chen, that son of a bitch—who the hell is he, anyway?"

Du Busi pondered.

A Super Douluo like him couldn't be unknown.

A strong expert like that couldn't have just appeared out of nowhere.

He must have some backing.

But who?

Ning Chen. A sword cultivator.

That pure, terrifying sword aura was remarkable.

Could he be from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Du Busi began to suspect.

But there was also the possibility that Ning Chen was using a fake name.

After all, who does bad things using their real name?

But regardless, Ning Chen was a sword cultivator.

And whether his name was real or not, Du Busi was now set on targeting the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

He had lost too much.

How could he not try to make up for it?

And the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was filthy rich.

If the Body Sect went to collect some funds, it could even be considered robbing the rich to help the poor.

Du Busi quickly formulated a plan and had his men prepare.

The poor Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had no idea that they had just been framed.

And now, they were about to be targeted by Du Busi.

Given his personality, the sect was in for a serious financial disaster.