Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

The Evil Emperor's gaze swept over Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling, and he said, word by word, "The Emerald Swan—Bi Ji. The strongest healing-type soul beast, possessing ultimate life attributes. Moreover, she is also Di Tian's woman."

The Evil Emperor's inner monologue: Brother Di Tian, ​​this is all to fool these bastards to death. I wouldn't dare to have any improper thoughts about your women...

"Ultimate life attribute?!"

These six words were like a thunderclap, and Zhongli Wu and Fengling's breathing instantly became heavy.

For evil soul masters who rely on devouring life force, ultimate life is like a spring in the desert, a supreme treasure for breaking through their cultivation bottlenecks!

If they could keep Brigitte in captivity, the continuous life energy would be enough to help the Holy Spirit Cult completely get rid of its resource shortage, and might even help the couple break through their limits and take that final step!

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall became heated and greedy, as if Brigitte had already become their possession.

However, at this moment, Ye Xishui's cold voice shattered everyone's illusions: "All of this is based on the premise that we can successfully hunt the Beast God."

A cold glint flashed in her beautiful eyes as she swept her gaze over the distraught elders: "Don't forget, Di Tian is the current Beast God, not just any ordinary 100,000-year-old soul beast. If even he can't be killed, then the ultimate life attribute is nothing but a mirage."

Ye Xishui's words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing everyone's enthusiasm.

The meeting adjourned, and everyone took their leave to prepare for this earth-shattering hunt.

Zhang Peng kept his head down until he walked out of the gloomy and oppressive hall. A night breeze carrying the smell of humus blew in his face, and he suddenly realized that the wide black robe on his back was soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his skin, icy cold.

"What a wicked emperor! What a vicious scheme!"

Zhang Peng's heart was in turmoil, but he dared not show the slightest sign of anything amiss.

He walked slowly toward his temporary residence, feeling his legs go weak with every step.

The scenes from just now replayed in his mind like a nightmare.

At first, he thought that the Evil Emperor really wanted to unite with the Holy Spirit Cult to deal with Di Tian, ​​after all, there were also conflicts of interest among the ferocious beasts.

But when he heard the later parts, especially when the Evil Emperor mentioned "mind communication" and "sending envoys abroad," Zhang Peng's heart clenched.

This is so fake!

What kind of existence is Di Tian? If he really allows enemy spies to infiltrate his own core area for the sake of so-called "communication," then Di Tian doesn't deserve to be called Di Tian. He might as well change his name to "Di Sha" (meaning "idiot emperor")!

Moreover, the Evil Emperor's explanation of the Heavenly Tribulation, though seemingly sincere, was actually full of flaws.

With the Evil Emperor's immense spiritual power, if he truly wanted to avoid the Heavenly Tribulation, he would have had many ways to do so. Why would he take such a risk?

What terrified Zhang Peng the most was the subtle pause the Evil Emperor made when he mentioned Bi Ji, and the seemingly greedy yet overly deliberate description.

"Ultimate life attributes... Di Tian's woman..."

Zhang Peng swallowed hard, feeling a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

This is not cooperation, this is clearly a conspiracy!

Zhang Peng cursed inwardly. The Evil Emperor was certain that Ye Xishui wanted to become a god through her ultimate attributes, and that Zhongli Wu and his wife wanted to break through their bottlenecks.

Using Brigitte as bait and Di Tian's whereabouts as scented bait, they were catching the big fish that is the Holy Spirit Cult!

Once war breaks out, regardless of victory or defeat, the Holy Spirit Church will suffer a severe blow.

If the Holy Spirit Cult wins, the Evil Emperor, with his understanding of Emperor Tian, ​​might be able to reap the benefits, or even devour Emperor Tian's origin; if the Holy Spirit Cult loses... well, that's perfect, they can use Emperor Tian's hand to get rid of these annoying flies, and also do Emperor Tian a favor.

Zhang Peng suddenly felt like laughing, but couldn't manage to.

Because he discovered that even if the Holy Spirit Cult saw through this facade, they still had to jump into this trap.

Ye Xishui desperately wanted to become a god, and Zhongli Wu desperately wanted to break through his bottleneck.

The allure of ultimate life attributes is so strong that even knowing it's a trap, evil spirit masters will plunge headlong into it.

"These beasts... no, these colleagues, they're all probably going to become pawns on the Evil Emperor's chessboard."

Zhang Peng returned to his room, slumped into a chair, and stared at the flickering candlelight, his eyes filled with exhaustion and fear.

"This round was too dangerous. Can I really survive?"

Zhang Peng was sitting in the dimly lit room, trying to calm his heart, which was pounding wildly after uncovering a shocking conspiracy, when suddenly a knock on the door seemed to strike his taut nerves.

"Scorpion Tiger Offering, the Master requests your presence. The location is still the same council hall as before," came the servant's deep voice from outside the door.

Zhang Peng's pupils suddenly contracted.

"What's gotten into Zhongli Wu all of a sudden? He called me back so urgently right after the meeting, as if he wanted me to die even faster?" He cursed Zhongli Wu's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind, but showed no emotion on his face. He pushed open the door and went out, "Thank you for leading the way, I'll be going now."

The night grew even darker. He hadn't felt it when he walked past, but now, stepping into that grand hall again, Zhang Peng felt as if every step he took was on the threshold of the gates of hell.

Pushing open the heavy palace door, the flickering candlelight illuminated Zhongli Wu's sinister face.

"Master," Zhang Peng said, bowing his head and trying to keep his voice steady.

"Zhang Peng, now that my sect has reached a strategic cooperation with the Evil Emperor, in order to show the sincerity and friendliness of my Holy Spirit Sect, I have decided—" Zhong Liwu stared intently at Zhang Peng, a meaningful smile playing on his lips, "to send you, as the envoy of my Holy Spirit Sect, to depart immediately and go to the core area of ​​the Demon Forest to visit the Evil Emperor."

He paused, then emphasized, "This is your first task since joining the church. If you do it well, your position in the church will be unshakeable. Go, and do a good job."

Zhang Peng's heart almost stopped beating for a moment.

The Evil Emperor knew he was an undercover agent!

Go to the core area of ​​the Demon Forest? That's the lair of the Evil Eye Tyrant clan! Not to mention whether that old monster, the Evil Emperor, might suddenly turn on him, the mental energy field that fills the entire forest alone would be enough to tear his soul apart!

This is hardly a "friendly visit"; it's clearly using him as cannon fodder to test the Evil Emperor's true strength, or rather, as a "gift" to the Evil Emperor!

Zhang Peng lowered his head, concealing the fleeting resentment and coldness in his eyes.

In his heart, he had already torn Zhongli Wu to pieces:

"Zhongli Wu, you bastard! You only throw me into the tiger's den when you need me? You put on a show in the main hall just now, and then you sold me out for resources? Fine, very well! I'll remember this grudge!"

He took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, his face was filled with just the right amount of "overwhelmed with gratitude": "Your subordinate will certainly live up to the leader's high expectations and will set off immediately."