Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 385 The Master's Theory is Questioned, Bibi Dong Goes to the Battlefield, Tang Yuehua's Divine Duty!
In the camp.

After a period of training, the so-called "training ground" turned out to be nothing more than a piece of yellow earth that had been temporarily trampled flat.

At this moment, the dark mass of people is mechanically and silently running in circles, carrying heavy loads.

Their steps were heavy, their breathing labored, and their faces were etched with exhaustion, resentment, and a barely suppressed anger.

Finally, after running for who knows how many laps, the three Soul Kings running side by side suddenly stopped.

The burly man at the head of the group ripped the heavy sandbag off his shoulder and slammed it hard on the ground with a loud thud, sending dust flying.

"I'm not running anymore!"

The other two Soul Kings also stopped immediately, throwing down their sandbags as well, their faces showing the same resentment and determination.

The prolonged, pointless attrition, coupled with the constant defeats reported from the front lines, completely wore down their last bit of patience.

"That's right! We're not running anymore! Let whoever wants to run run!"

"Go back to meditation! Improving your soul power level is the real priority!"

The three turned and headed towards the barracks.

This was like lighting a fuse; the Soul Masters who were still running around slowed down involuntarily, and countless gazes focused on them, filled with the same frustration and a hint of anticipation.

Suppressed restlessness spread through the crowd.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been scribbling in a small notebook in the shade on the sidelines, immediately noticed the change happening here.

He frowned, a hint of displeasure and panic at having his authority challenged flashing across his face.

He rushed forward and stood in front of the three Soul Kings with his arms outstretched.

"Halt! Training isn't over yet. Who gave you permission to leave?"

He tried hard to make his voice sound authoritative, but his high-pitched voice and somewhat thin frame were hardly intimidating.

The leading Soul King scoffed, sizing him up with disdain: "Who do you think you are? You really think that just because His Highness bestowed upon you some kind of 'Master,' you can boss us around? Get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the way!"

Humiliating words lashed at Yu Xiaogang's face like whips.

His cheek muscles twitched, and a surge of hot blood rushed to his head.

He can't retreat!

His Highness Avalanche values ​​him so much, he absolutely cannot lose face in front of these soldiers, otherwise the opportunity to turn his life around that he just seized will be gone!
"I am His Highness's personally appointed chief strategist! I am responsible for supervising training! My orders are military orders! Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to military law!"

He roared fiercely, but his voice betrayed his inner weakness, and he even tried to shove the Soul King.

"Go back! Keep running! This is for your own good! Only by building a solid foundation of physical fitness can you..."

"Fuck your foundation!"

The Soul King was completely enraged. He grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the collar and was about to bring his other fist down.

The fear of death gripped Yu Xiaogang instantly. Terrified, he screamed almost instinctively, "Luo Sanpao!"

A purple-blue light shot out in response!

"Roar—Roar—"

Accompanied by two strange yet powerful shouts, Luo Sanpao, a round-bodied man with a large forehead, appeared out of thin air. He stood in front of Yu Xiaogang, looking bewildered and panicked, and issued what he thought was a fierce warning to the menacing Soul King.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

All the Soul Masters who witnessed this scene widened their eyes instantly and opened their mouths wide enough to fit an egg.

The Soul King's raised fist froze in mid-air, and the entire noisy training ground fell eerily silent.

On the face of every Soul Master, disbelief was clearly written!

A dragon... a dragon cub?!

That unique form, that faint yet extraordinary martial spirit aura…

Although it differs greatly from the majestic and sacred image in the legends and on the statue, it is clearly the prototype of the legendary holy dragon!
Dragon Cub Martial Soul!
This so-called "master" who looks pathetic, whose training methods are inexplicable, and whose aura is pitifully weak...

He actually possesses a dragon cub martial soul?

He's a master of disguise! Absolutely a master of disguise!

No wonder... no wonder His Highness Avalanche treated him with such courtesy, honoring him as his chief strategist!

It turns out the roots are here!
In an instant, all the previous doubts, dissatisfaction, and contempt seemed to find a surprisingly reasonable explanation.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan publicly claimed not to interfere in the affairs of the empire, but it turns out they were secretly supporting the Heavenly Dou Empire in this way!
The anger and ferocity on the Soul King's face receded like a tide, turning him deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He recoiled as if burned, instinctively taking two steps back, his eyes filled with lingering fear and apprehension as he looked at Yu Xiaogang. Offending this man was tantamount to simultaneously offending Prince Xue Beng and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan behind him?

It might even... indirectly offend that being who has already become a god?
The thought made his legs feel weak.

"Master..."

His lips trembled, his voice was dry, and his previous arrogance had vanished.

"I...I didn't know...we've offended you...Let's run! Let's continue training!"

After saying that, he practically scrambled to pick up the sandbags from the ground, haphazardly put them back on, and yelled at the other two equally terrified Soul Kings, "What are you all standing there for! Run!"

As if chased by ghosts, the three of them rushed back into the running group, running harder than ever before, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

The atmosphere on the entire training ground completely changed.

The way all the Soul Masters looked at Yu Xiaogang again was no longer filled with doubt and disdain, but instead with a complex sense of awe, curiosity, and even a hint of inexplicable expectation.

Although the training orders were still absurd, no one complained when they were carried out.

……

The Spirit Hall, deep within the Pope's bedroom.

The place is dimly lit and silent, with only the purest dark energy flowing slowly like a docile pet.

Bibi Dong sat cross-legged in the void, her body enveloped in a dense purplish-black aura. The complex mark of destruction between her brows was faintly visible, emanating a chilling aura.

Nine illusory light screens floated silently in front of her.

The fourth light barrier is gradually lighting up, displaying ancient divine runes that convey clear instructions:
[The Fourth Trial of the God of Destruction: Gather one million wills of destruction and condense the seed of destruction!]

Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes, a hint of understanding flashing in her violet eyes.

One million destructive wills...

This is not simply about slaughtering a million people, but about extracting the purest negative energy that erupts from extreme despair, pain, hatred, and killing—the will to destroy everything.

Using this as nourishment, she nurtured her own seed of destruction.

Although the specific operational methods were still vague, her subconscious told her that the most suitable place to complete this test was undoubtedly the battlefield between the two great empires, a place of mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and overflowing resentment!
Only there can one find a sufficiently large and intense will to destroy.

She quietly stood up, and the aura surrounding her instantly receded into her body.

Without alerting anyone, she vanished silently from the Papal Palace like a phantom blending into the shadows, transforming into a faint purplish-black streak of light and hurtling towards the massive vortex of carnage to the south.

……

The realm of gods, the temple of benevolence.

This place is quite different from the somber atmosphere of the Asura Temple and the vastness of the Sea God Temple.

Everywhere, a soft, warm glow flows, and the air is filled with a calming fragrance. Exotic flowers and plants flourish, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

On an exquisite terrace in a side hall of the temple, the God of Kindness was looking at Tang Yuehua with amazement.

At this moment, Tang Yuehua was enveloped in a very faint yet incredibly pure transparent halo.

The crystal ruyi ring, like the most spiritual spirit, gracefully and smoothly circled around her. Wherever it passed, even the most minute energy impurities in the air of the divine realm were gently cleansed and purified, making the surrounding environment clearer and brighter.

“Incredible… Really incredible!”

The Goddess of Kindness's beautiful face was full of admiration, "Moonflower, the purifying and harmonizing power of your noble domain far exceeds my expectations. And the wondrous use of this Glazed Ruyi Ring, it can so subtly regulate energy and soothe the mind. To merely use it to help you adapt to the divine realm, acting as a filter and absorber, is truly a waste of its potential!"

Tang Yuehua bowed slightly, her face showing flattered gratitude and her usual elegance: "You flatter me. It is my honor to do something so small for you."

"No, this is by no means a trivial matter."

The God of Kindness stepped forward, kindly taking Tang Yuehua's hand, his eyes shining brightly. "The divine realm is vast, with numerous deities. Though powerful, over the long course of time, there are inevitably times when their minds are restless and their divine power is mixed. All kinds of celebrations, ceremonies, and interactions between gods require a harmonious, tranquil, and dignified atmosphere. Your abilities are the key to maintaining this peace and elevating the divine realm's prestige!"

She grew increasingly excited as she spoke, her eyes sparkling with the light of discovering a treasure: "I've decided, I will condense a divine title for you! Not a subordinate divine position, but one exclusively yours, a divine title of a high priest who will oversee the rituals and regulations of the divine realm, and purify and harmonize them! You will preside over the rituals of the divine realm, harmonize the relationships among the gods, and purify unstable energies and emotions. This will be an unprecedented divine office!"

Tang Yuehua was completely stunned.

A divine status unique to oneself?

Leading the rituals and purification of the divine realm? This... the development of events far exceeded her wildest imagination!

She originally thought that being able to come to the God Realm with Xiao Lie was already a great fortune, and that she would be content to spend the rest of her life here with Yu Xiao Lie.

I never imagined that my seemingly auxiliary martial soul and abilities would receive such high praise and expectations from a God King.

Overwhelmed with surprise and emotion, she was instantly overcome with emotion, her eyes welled up with tears, and she bowed deeply.
"To receive such great favor from you, sir, Yuehua will certainly do her utmost to live up to your kindness!"

(End of this chapter)