Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

A remote town on the border of the Heavenly Soul Empire.

As the autumn wind swept through the streets, carrying withered leaves, Zhang Peng, dressed in a faded cloth robe and carrying two salted fish and a small bag of coarse grains, walked through the market like an ordinary, lonely old man.

Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, a level 94 titled Douluo, is currently experiencing a profound sense of desolation.

"I used to think I would be a powerful figure who would be feared and dreaded by others." Zhang Peng sighed and threw the salted fish into the vegetable basket. "But now, I have to compare prices at three different stores when buying vegetables, and haggle with vendors for half a day over a few copper soul coins."

His martial soul is the Scorpion Tiger, a subspecies of the Dark God Demon Tiger, specializing in evil and devouring.

If Mu En hadn't discovered him early on and guided him back to the right path, he probably would have long since become a shady evil spirit master like those in the Holy Spirit Cult, spending his days sucking human flesh and blood.

"That old man Moon is living the high life," Zhang Peng said as he returned to his cabin in the woods outside the town, looking up at the sparse sunlight. "And me? Hiding in this godforsaken place, like a rat in the street."

Although he agreed to live in seclusion and report back to Moon every year, the days were simply too agonizing.

Especially recently, he has felt a nameless anger simmering inside him.

"I'm over ninety, how many more years can I live? What if that old bastard Mu En outlives me? Am I going to be stuck here forever?" Zhang Peng grew angrier the more he thought about it, kicking a pebble away. "Where is the dignity of a Title Douluo?!"

Just as he was about to go back to the house to cook, two figures appeared silently in the clearing in the woods.

"You're Zhang Peng? Elder Mu sent us." A clear, cold female voice rang out.

Zhang Peng jolted, instantly switching into battle mode. He hadn't even noticed the opponent approaching!

Upon closer inspection, the speaker was a stunningly beautiful woman with purple hair and a high ponytail, accompanied by a beautiful blue-haired girl.

"I am Huo Yutong, Elder Mu's personal disciple." The blue-haired girl stepped forward and handed over a letter. "This is a letter from your teacher."

Zhang Peng hesitated before taking the letter, then stepped back a few paces and quickly read it.

The further down he looked, the more his hands trembled.

"Holy crap!" Zhang Peng nearly crushed the letter.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Sending a level 94 Title Douluo to be an undercover agent? And to infiltrate that group of lunatics? Is Mu En really not afraid that he will turn evil and turn the Holy Spirit Cult into a powerful force?

Although the letter promised the position of a senior elder of the Sea God Pavilion, freeing him from hiding and even restoring the glory of the Scorpion Tiger Douluo... these conditions were indeed tempting.

"But!" Zhang Peng thought bitterly, "What if the Holy Spirit Cult is besieged in the future? Will I, this 'undercover agent,' be executed on the spot as an 'evil soul master'? I can trust Mu En, but what about Xuan Zi and Yan Shaozhe? Who remembers that I'm an undercover agent?!"

Just as he was torn between his inner turmoil and his hair was about to fall out, the purple-haired woman spoke calmly.

"Zhang Peng, if you can withstand my attacks for just one hour, you won't have to get involved in this mess."

The voice was very soft, but it felt like a slap across Zhang Peng's face.

"Arrogant!" Zhang Peng roared.

Just because I haven't shown my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover! I'm a level 94 Title Douluo! Even if you're strong, a mere Soul Saint, I can easily crush you with one hand!

"Then please enlighten me!" Zhang Peng roared, his figure bursting up and soaring into the sky.

Murasaki also ascended into the air.

"Martial Soul True Body, Scorpion Tiger Possession!" Zhang Peng no longer held back. His black and purple scales instantly covered his entire body, and his huge scorpion tail shimmered with a ghostly light. The terrifying pressure of a level 94 Title Douluo swept down from the sky.

"Begin!" Zhang Peng couldn't wait to make his move. A tiger claw, imbued with the power of devouring, tore through the air and headed straight for Zi Ji's face.

However, the anticipated head-on clash did not occur.

"clang!"

Zi Ji held her Shadow Dragon Spear horizontally to block the attack. The spear trembled slightly, neutralizing Zhang Peng's powerful strike.

Zhang Peng was shocked: "What?!" He had used seventy percent of his strength in this attack, yet it was blocked so easily?

Zhang Peng gritted his teeth, completely enraged. "Then I'll show you the true strength of a Title Douluo! Ninety percent of your soul power!"

He extended both claws simultaneously, black light blades slicing through the sky.

Zi Ji merely snorted softly, flicked her dragon spear, and moved like a ghost to Zhang Peng's side. The spear's tail, like a poisonous dragon emerging from its cave, struck Zhang Peng precisely in the waist and abdomen.

"puff--!"

Zhang Peng felt an irresistible force come over him, and he fell from the sky like a tattered sack that had been kicked away, screaming in agony.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a crater several meters in diameter was smashed into the ground, and dust flew everywhere.

Zhang Peng lay at the bottom of the pit, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted. Before he could even catch his breath, a shadow loomed over him.

Holding the Shadow Dragon Spear, Zi Ji hovered in mid-air, her purple eyes coldly watching him.

As her soul power surged, a pair of exquisite dragon horns, broad dragon wings, and a long dragon tail appeared and disappeared behind her, exuding the nobility and majesty of a high-ranking dragon.

"Shall we continue?" Murasaki's voice came from above.

Zhang Peng looked up at the long spear that exuded an aura of death, its tip only three inches from his brow.

At that moment, what flashed through Zhang Peng's mind was not Mu En's entrustment, nor the glory of the Sea God Pavilion, but his own miserable old age.

"I'm not fighting anymore! I'm not fighting anymore, okay?!"

Zhang Peng suddenly let out a mournful howl, no longer caring about the dignity of a titled Douluo, and used his hands and feet to scramble out of the pit.

He launched himself into a perfect "prostration" slide towards Zi Ji in mid-air, his knees scraping two long marks on the muddy ground, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Grandma! Heroine! I surrender!!!"

The sound echoed through the empty forest, startling a flock of birds.

"I surrender! I'll go infiltrate right now! The Holy Spirit Cult, right? I'm going! I'm going right now! Stop fighting! If you keep fighting, we'll all be wiped out!!!"

Zhang Peng crouched by the pit, trembling and holding his head, terrified that the spear would actually come down.

Zi Ji landed slowly, sheathed her spear, and a slight smile appeared on her lips: "Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"

At this moment, an old and ethereal figure appeared behind Zi Ji.

"I am Electrox, the master of the Spirit Pagoda. Since you have agreed, let us draw up a contract. The Spirit Pagoda guarantees your safety with its reputation, as long as you do not fall into the trap of becoming an evil spirit master."

Zhang Peng looked at the contract light before him, then turned back to look at the terrifying purple-haired woman, and felt like crying.

Zhang Peng: Is it too late for me to back out now? I feel like I'm going to my death!