Douluo Continent: I Moved the Entire Dragon King.

He muttered to himself.

"Eight months later..."

Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly.

Eight months later...

Isn't that the time for the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Battle Tournament?

The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Battle Tournament is held every five years and is the most prestigious youth soul master competition in the entire continent.

Each year, it attracts geniuses from various colleges and powerful organizations.

Eight months later, the next session will be held.

Poison Undying's brows furrowed even deeper.

He looked down at the invitation in his hand, then looked up in the direction where Tang Wulin had disappeared.

One is a traditional competition that has been held countless times on the mainland, attracting a galaxy of stars.

One is a new and mysterious event being held for the first time by the Shrek Academy in the air.

Is there even a need to choose?

It's definitely the Five Extremes competition that should be chosen. What's the point of watching a bunch of noobs fight each other?

After watching Tang Wulin and Na'er's battle, he couldn't bear to watch any other matches.

Chapter 272 Mu En has a request

Shrek City, a pirated version of Shrek Academy.

The news of Moon's impending death was delayed for three days before it was released.

Because Beibei wanted Moon to recover his physical condition first, so that if he encountered any trouble, it could be resolved, and Moon agreed to Beibei's request.

After three days, I managed to barely recover my energy, but... the exhaustion on my face was impossible to hide.

During the three days that Mu En recovered, Zhou Yi, who had been clamoring to leave with Fan Yu, quieted down.

After all, no matter how crippled Moon is, he is still a level 99 Ultimate Douluo and the pillar of Shrek Academy.

With Moon around, Shrek Academy won't collapse anytime soon.

That morning, sunlight streamed through the window into Moon's room.

Beibei stood in front of the bed, looking at the frail old man before her, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

Moon leaned against the headboard, his face pale and thin, almost skin and bones. His once deep eyes were now cloudy.

Even so, his back remained ramrod straight.

"Ancestor, the message has been sent out."

Beibei began to speak, her voice carrying a hint of heaviness.

Moon nodded, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Thank you for your help, Beibei."

"No trouble at all."

Beibei quickly shook her head.

"Ancestor Xuan, is there anything else I can do for you? Is there anything I can do to help?"

He paused for a moment, then added.

"Anything is fine, just say the word."

Moon looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then shook his head.

"That's enough, you've done more than enough."

Beibei opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.

He stood there, his hands hanging at his sides, fists clenched.

Moon spoke casually, but Beibei knew in her heart that she hadn't done anything at all.

It should be said that no matter what I want to do, I will fail. Basically, I fail at everything I do.

Moon praised Bebe for having a good sense of the big picture, but so what?

Beibei's strength is really too low.

Shrek Academy is currently only being held together by Moon, as most of the other elders of Seagod Pavilion have not yet recovered.

Even after they recovered, none of them were ashamed to face Moon, after all, they had taken very poor care of Shrek Academy during the time Moon was in a coma.

This feeling filled Beibei with immense regret. Beibei thought to herself, if only she could possess her ancestor's martial soul, the Holy Dragon of Light.

However, he had neither Mu En's martial spirit nor Mu En's talent.

When Moon was young, he was full of vigor and led Shrek Academy to victory after victory, while I could only watch Shrek Academy decline.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in Beibei's heart.

If... if he could inherit his ancestor's martial spirit and talent, if he could be stronger, then at least... at least he could be of some help.

Instead of being able to stand by and watch, unable to do anything, as we are now.

……

“Beibei”.

Moon's voice pulled Beibei back from her self-blame.

"You're overthinking things again."

Beibei opened her mouth, wanting to deny it, but lowered her head under Moon's murky yet still sharp gaze.

“Ancestor…I…”

"You've done more than enough."

Moon interrupted him, his tone somewhat kind.

"If I were you in your current position, I wouldn't be able to do any better."

"Perhaps... even worse than you."

Beibei suddenly raised her head.

"Ancestor, you..."

“I’m telling the truth.”

Moon smiled, a smile tinged with satisfaction.

"You are still young, and you have a long road ahead of you. Don't let temporary feelings of helplessness make you doubt yourself."

"There is no need to rush in your cultivation journey."

"Only by becoming stronger can we gain more say."

"so……"

Moon looked at Beibei, his eyes full of expectation.

"Focus on your cultivation."

"Don't waste your talent, and don't waste your martial spirit."

Beibei's eyes reddened slightly, and she nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Ancestor, I've remembered."

……

Night fell, and the moonlight, like water, spilled over every corner of Shrek Academy.

Moon sat alone in the soul-guided wheelchair, slowly ascending to the roof of a secluded building.

This wheelchair was a gift from Bei Xin.

It is entirely silver-white, with soft seats, an adjustable backrest, and intricate soul power circuits engraved on the armrests.

With just a small amount of soul power injected, it can float in the air, move freely, and even fly.

Moon sat in his wheelchair, his hands resting on the armrests, looking up at the moon in the sky.

The moonlight was bright and clear, and the night was cool and still.

He sat there quietly, motionless, as if he had become one with the night.

I don't know how much time has passed.

A figure suddenly appeared in mid-air.

He was an old man, tall and with his back ramrod straight.

Her silver hair was meticulously combed and shimmered faintly in the moonlight.

Her face was rosy, like a baby's, showing no signs of aging.

Long eyebrows hung down on both sides of her face, swaying gently in the wind.

He floated quietly in mid-air with his hands behind his back, without releasing a single fluctuation of soul power.

It was as if he wasn't a Soul Master at all, but an ordinary person simply standing in the air.

But it is precisely this lack of fluctuation that is the most terrifying aspect.

There are very few people on the entire continent who can control their soul power to this extent.

The old man's gaze fell on Mu En, his eyes filled with a complex expression.

There was a mix of emotions: regret, pity, heartache, and something else entirely.

"Brother Mu."

He spoke, his voice deep and resonant.

Long time no see.

Moon raised his head, looked at the old man floating in mid-air, and smiled slightly.

"逍遙" (Xiaoyao)

He called out the other person's name calmly.

"It has indeed been a long time."

Long Xiaoyao landed slowly, his feet landing on the roof tiles with a soft sound.

He walked over to Moon, stood there, and looked down at Moon in his wheelchair.

"You spread this message to lure me here, didn't you?"

Long Xiaoyao asked directly, without beating around the bush. If he hadn't known about Mu En's impending death, he probably would have continued to hide.

Because of what happened back then... I've always felt indebted to Mu En and Ye Xishui, because I ruined the relationship between the three of us.

Now that Moon is about to pass away, Long Xiaoyao doesn't even bother to verify the truth of the news and rushes to Shrek Academy.

The Holy Dragon of Light and the Holy Dragon of Darkness are mutually attracted, so Long Xiaoyao found Mu En without any effort.

Moon paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Yes."

"I knew it."

Long Xiaoyao sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"I was wrong... Brother Mu... back then..."

"That's it."

Just as Long Xiaoyao was about to speak, Mu En waved his hand, his face already full of nonchalance.

"Let's not talk about what happened back then. Now, I belong to Shrek Academy."

After hearing Mu En's words, Long Xiaoyao wisely stopped talking about the topic.