Douluo Continent: Little Huo Niang Taken Away by Di Tian

The aroma of the food instantly dispelled the lingering stench of blood that Zhang Peng was smelling.

"These are some snacks I collected a few years ago when I was bored and wandered around human cities. You can take them all."

The Evil Emperor pointed to the pile of food, "If you think it's not enough, there are plenty of fish in the river outside. Go catch some yourself. Don't touch the food of those scum of the Holy Spirit Cult. If you dirty our undercover agents, Elex will scold me for not treating his people well."

Looking at the pile of food in front of him, emitting an enticing aroma, Zhang Peng felt a lump in his throat and almost burst into tears.

With trembling hands, he grabbed a piece of beef jerky, tore open the packaging, stuffed it into his mouth, and took a big bite. It was salty, fragrant, and chewy—the real, normal taste of beef!

"I am deeply grateful!! Your Majesty the Evil Emperor!" Zhang Peng mumbled between chewing on dried meat, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Alright, alright, stop flattering me and hurry up and eat." The Evil Emperor waved his hand with a smile, casually poured himself a cup of tea, "You eat first, eat your fill, and we'll talk about serious matters after you've eaten and drunk your fill."

Zhang Peng didn't stand on ceremony. He grabbed the pork jerky, tore open the packaging, and wolfed it down.

At that moment, he felt that being an undercover agent... wasn't so hopeless after all.

After Zhang Peng chewed and swallowed the last piece of beef jerky, patted the oil stains off his hands, and took a big gulp of fruit wine, he finally recovered from the exhaustion caused by hunger.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that his internal organs, which had been marinated in the stench of blood for the past few days, were finally soothed by this normal, earthy meal.

Seeing this, the Evil Emperor asked, "Little Zhang, are you full?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Evil Emperor. I will remember this kindness." Zhang Peng bowed solemnly.

"We'll talk about gratitude later." The Evil Emperor waved his hand, then changed the subject, "But there's something I have to tell you—my cooperation with those scumbags from the Holy Spirit Cult was a complete sham from beginning to end. The so-called joint hunt for the Beast God was all bait I laid out. If anyone's to blame, it's their own greed; they were willing to risk their lives."

Zhang Peng's heart skipped a beat. Although he had suspected it, hearing the Evil Emperor admit it still made him gasp: "But... Your Majesty, the Holy Spirit Sect has a deep foundation. Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao are both Limit Douluo, and they have countless insidious and vicious methods. What if they find out they've been deceived by you..."

"Hahahaha!" The Evil Emperor laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Little Zhang, you're still too young. You think Brother Di Tian is someone to be trifled with?"

A hint of undisguised awe, even tinged with pride, flashed in the Evil Emperor's eyes: "Let me tell you the truth—even if the remaining nine of our Ten Great Ferocious Beasts attacked together, along with your three Limit Douluo humans, we still wouldn't be able to harm Brother Di Tian in the slightest! I once naively thought that with my 790,000 years of cultivation, I would surely surpass him in time… Now that I think about it, that was like a mayfly seeing the blue sky, a firefly compared to the bright moon! Of all the soul beasts on the entire continent, only he has a chance to step into the god-level!"

The Beast God... is that strong?!

Zhang Peng felt as if his understanding had been completely shattered and then rebuilt.

He originally thought that Limit Douluo was the ceiling that humans could reach, but judging from what the Evil Emperor said, Di Tian was an existence that was above all ceilings.

"Alright, save your reflections for later." The Evil Emperor suddenly stood up, patted his robe, and said, "It's time for our daily practice anyway, so take a look and relax."

"Practice?" Zhang Peng was taken aback. "What are you looking at?"

"Our Evil Eye Tyrant clan, in alliance with the Demon Spirit clan, has choreographed a new joint song and dance for the Beast God's wedding." As the Evil Emperor spoke, a hint of... anticipation appeared on his face?

Zhang Peng's gossip-loving spirit was instantly ignited: "Is it the wedding of the Beast God and the Emerald Swan?"

"Bi Ji?" The Evil Emperor rolled his eyes as if he had choked. "She and Zi Ji have been married to Brother Di Tian for a long time, and their child is over ten thousand years old! What we're preparing is—Brother Di Tian and Huo Yutong's child."

"...Huo Yutong?!"

Zhang Peng's mind went blank for a moment, as if he had been hit head-on by the mental impact of a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

Huo Yutong?!

Of course he recognized him! He was the last disciple of Elder Yi and Mu En, the young master of the Spirit Pagoda, and the successor of the Sea God Pavilion Master! A role model for the younger generation of the entire Shrek Academy and even the entire continent!

She's only a teenager, right?!

Zhang Peng's mouth was agape enough to fit an egg; his worldview shattered into nothingness at that moment.

This is the biggest piece of gossip he's heard today.

However, Zhang Peng didn't know that this melon was just an appetizer.

He had no idea what kind of devastating mental shock he would suffer when the "joint song and dance" officially began...

"It's rehearsal time!"

With a command, the Evil Emperor conjured a dark purple crystal baton out of thin air and waved it into the air—

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound exploded in the open space, and the Evil Eye Tyrant and the demon spirits that were originally scattered everywhere instantly came to life.

Dozens of evil-eyed tyrants of various sizes were arranged in a neat square formation, their tentacles swaying slightly in unison, as if they were warming up.

The demons floated to both sides of the formation, each holding a different kind of musical instrument.

Erhu, pipa, gongs and drums...

There was also a particularly eye-catching instrument—the suona.

Zhang Peng's lips twitched. He never imagined that one day he would see a group of soul beasts preparing to play human musical instruments in the most dangerous forbidden area of ​​the continent.

"Begin!" The Evil Emperor waved his baton.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo"

The suona horn was the first to explode.

Upon hearing that voice, Zhang Peng felt a strange sense of relief.

It wasn't because it sounded bad; quite the opposite, the suona was played with great skill and artistry, its desolation, grandeur, and tragic beauty imbued with a sense of heroic spirit that stirred the blood and inexplicably brought tears to the eyes of listeners.

This melody... sounded familiar to Zhang Peng.

"This is... 'The Song of the Martial Saint'?!" Zhang Peng's eyes widened.

That's right, it's "The Song of the Martial Saint". It's a famous piece composed many years ago by a composer to commemorate the deceased Martial Saint Douluo. It's widely circulated on the continent and has even been included in the music and etiquette textbooks of many academies.

"You do have good taste." The Evil Emperor waved his baton and glanced smugly at Zhang Peng. "This piece was heard by the Demon King when he was strolling around a human city. That kid stood on the street and listened for a full half hour, and didn't leave."

Later, he went directly to a musician and paid someone to teach him. After mastering the skill, he also bought a bunch of instruments and brought them back to teach the entire tribe.

The Evil Emperor's tone carried a hint of pride as he said this: "You know what, these little guys are actually doing quite well. Now, they feel uncomfortable if they don't practice it at least twice a day."

Zhang Peng's mouth twitched violently.

His mind was now filled with the image of a demon holding a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument), earnestly learning from an old performer on a human street—the incongruity of which was simply outrageous.