Douluo Jueshi: I Don't Want to Be an Evil Soul Master

Chapter 342 No More Holy Spirits
In the inner courtyard of Shrek Academy, under the giant golden tree on Seagod Island, Zhang Lexuan stood with her head slightly lowered, looking at the figure lying on the recliner who seemed to be completely asleep, her eyes flashing with complex emotions.

Suddenly, the old man on the recliner opened his eyes, which instantly filled with a golden light.

"Le Xuan, Shrek Academy is facing a crisis. The academy is in your hands now..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a light shot out from Moon's eyes, instantly enveloping his entire body, and his hunched figure slowly floated up from the recliner.

"Esteemed seniors of Shrek Academy, your unworthy junior, Mu En, has arrived!"

With a dragon's roar, Mu En's figure transformed into a golden dragon and soared into the sky, merging into the golden tree with dazzling light.

The entire Shrek Academy witnessed this dazzling light, and many who knew the truth bowed their heads slightly at that moment.

Beneath the golden tree, Zhang Lexuan, her slightly frail figure, knelt down to bid farewell to this elder and teacher with a complex attitude.

Outside Tiandou City, Zhongli Wu was momentarily unaware of what had happened, but seeing that he could no longer feel the pressure from Mu En, he suddenly turned and fled, heading towards the rear of the Sun Moon Empire.

"Master!"

Several of the retainers glanced at Zhongli Wu, then turned around and saw Xuanzi's angry gaze, and immediately felt a little guilty.

"The outcome of this contest is already obvious, isn't it? Does your Sun Moon Empire intend to break the agreement in front of everyone?"

Xuanzi gritted his teeth, suppressing the grief in his heart, and spoke in a low voice.

Seeing that Zhongli Wu had already escaped, Feng Ling, as the vice sect leader, glanced at Yan Shaozhe in her hand, and suddenly threw him away. "Hmph, I will naturally let him go, but whether he, as a descendant of the Holy Spirit Sect, is willing to return to Shrek Academy is not something I can decide."

"As for those sect members, you can contact the Sun Moon Empire yourselves." With that, Feng Ling glanced back at the assembled elders. "Let's go!"

After saying that, he turned and flew off in the direction Zhongliwu had left.

Xuanzi frowned, pondering whether to pursue them further, but after glancing at the Sun Moon Empire's heavily armed army, he finally held back.

On the city wall, Xian Lin'er and Cai Mei'er watched as Yan Shaozhe fell toward the ground, and the two of them flew out at the same time and grabbed him.

"Shao Zhe!"

"are you OK?"

However, when Xian Lin'er and Cai Mei'er helped Yan Shaozhe up, they realized that although he looked weak, he was not restricted in any way. His eyes were just dull and he seemed not to hear their voices at all.

"Shao Zhe, the Holy Spirit Sect is just spouting nonsense. Don't take their words to heart."

Upon hearing Cai Meier's words, Yan Shaozhe glanced up at her but shook his head.

"Let's go back to the academy first."

Xian Lin'er and Cai Mei'er exchanged a glance, and had no choice but to take Yan Shaozhe into Tiandou City first.

"Reporting to the Marshal, Shrek Academy has sent word that they want us to release the prisoners."

In the central army, the old man beside Ju Zi had disappeared. Hearing the messenger's words, she suddenly smiled and said, "Hmph, let them go back."

Beside him, Fire Phoenix Douluo turned slightly upon hearing this, "Marshal, once those Soul Masters are released, they will inevitably become allies of the three great empires. Should we take some measures in advance?"

"No need." Orange shook her head. "Disciples of sects are free by nature, and they are not entirely of one mind with the three great empires." "Besides, those disciples have become accustomed to the convenience of soul tools during their time in the Sun Moon Empire, and it's uncertain which side they will be on in the future."

As she spoke, Ju Zi lowered her voice slightly, "But after they leave, remember to send someone to contact them secretly. These sects don't care about the fate of the three great empires, as long as they can retain their status."

"Yes."

West of Tiandou City, the outline of the city could hardly be seen anymore. Zhongli Wu slowed down and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Master!"

Behind her, Feng Ling and the other worshippers had also arrived.

"Master, what should we do now?"

After a moment of contemplation, Zhongli Wu's face had lost its earlier panic. "Our Holy Church has already sacrificed a great deal for the Sun Moon Empire, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to continue to serve it with all our might."

Zhongli Wu spoke meaningfully, and the group of worshippers instantly understood.

As planned, the outcome of the war is no longer their focus; they should be thinking about how to extract enough benefits for the Holy Spirit Church from the war.

However, no sooner had Zhongli Wu finished speaking than another voice came from afar.

"Since you are unable to serve the Empire with all your might, there is no point in keeping you around."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhongli Wu turned around and saw that a bright moon had appeared in the sky at some point, and dark figures were flying in from afar. Upon closer inspection, he realized that all of them were equipped with a complete set of humanoid soul tools.

"You...you're from Mingdetang..."

"Oh? It seems that Leader Zhongli has heard of me." Kong Deming's eyes narrowed slightly. He was somewhat surprised that the Holy Spirit Sect could even find out about him. It seemed that he really could not be allowed to stay any longer.

In the capital, squads of guards passed by on the streets. The patterns on their armor revealed that all the soldiers were from the Imperial Guard. Although they were not as powerful as the Guardian Spirit Corps, their combat strength far surpassed that of ordinary troops.

Meanwhile, these imperial guards, who rarely appeared in the past, were constantly entering and leaving various buildings in the capital, escorting many people dressed in black cloaks to the dungeon.

Inside a building, a person peeked through the curtains at the imperial guards constantly moving back and forth on the street, then turned to look at the other figures in the room. "It seems the royal family is arresting members of the Holy Spirit Cult. What should we do?"

"Neither the Third Elder nor the Eighth Elder are here. Should we go back to headquarters and report this news?"

A voice fell silent, and the room suddenly went quiet; no one responded.

"You..." After a long silence, someone finally spoke tentatively, "Do you still want to go back?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room paled. Since the Elite Competition ended, their missions had long been complete, and they should have been returning to their respective branch altars to report for duty.

But it was as if they had made a pact; no one left, and no one brought it up. Perhaps they all had the same thoughts in their hearts, but their past experiences prevented any of them from speaking up.

They could have endured it—if they hadn't enjoyed the heartfelt applause and cheers under Lin Xiao's arrangement, and hadn't experienced the life of a normal person under the sun.

"Although we don't know what happened, it seems the royal family and the Holy Church have fallen out. We... let's just assume we were arrested too..."

It's unclear who spoke first, but as that voice fell, everyone in the room silently made the same decision.

(End of this chapter)