Douluo Continent: Long Live the Spirit Hall

At this moment, Yan noticed something else and cursed his bad luck in his heart.

"Damn, is this guy just barely holding on in the late stages of depression? It would be better if he died sooner rather than later. Why did he have to die now? This is really a headache..." He thought for a moment. The strict and ruthless royal rules of the Dai family of the White Tiger would drive any normal person to mental illness. Depression is very common. He just couldn't hold on any longer. And the last straw that broke the camel's back seemed to be himself.

Yan cursed Dai Wuji inwardly for being such a swindler. Now there was going to be trouble with the Star Luo Empire. This guy had dug his own grave even after he died.

"Hey, stop right there." Yan was having a headache about how to handle the aftermath when Zhu Yunxi suddenly activated her martial spirit and slashed at her own snow-white neck with a claw. With one already dead in front of him, how could Yan tolerate a second one appearing? He immediately flashed and knocked Zhu Yunxi unconscious.

"You should get some sleep too." Xu Yanyan had just looked up when Yan's hand pressed against her neck. With just a little force, he knocked her unconscious. He was holding one of them in each arm, but just a day ago, they were all other men's women.

Now that the man is dead and he's holding two women, Ke Yan feels no pride whatsoever. Instead, he feels like he's been taken advantage of by a minotaur. This guy entrusted his women to him, as if he wanted him to take over.

Damn, this is a trap. Although some people admire the Jian'an spirit and like to be like Cao Cao or something, married women are more attractive around thirty years old. But these two ladies are not yet twenty-five. Their girlishness is gradually fading, and they are not yet mature enough, which makes Yan a little conflicted.

If Dai Wuji could hear this guy's thoughts from the afterlife, he might be so angry that he would come back to life. He just didn't want the two girls to be bullied and wronged after he died, and he considered himself to be a worthy opponent of this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

He then entrusted the two girls to his care, but he had no intention of letting this guy take over his women.

But he didn't expect that before he was completely dead, some inhuman guy was already thinking about minotaurs, or rather, imitating the Jian'an style of "I'll support your wife."

"Wait a minute, the virginity mark is still there, could this guy be impotent? Just like that..." Yan's mind wandered, his eyes couldn't help but wander, and suddenly he noticed something interesting: Zhu Yunxi's snow-white arm actually had a red dot. Then he considerately checked the two beauties in his arms and found that they were both virgins. This is... Yan's gaze towards Dai Wuji became strange. Just like that, he looks like a womanizer but is impotent. Could he be gay...? Yan's thoughts became strange again. Recalling how this prince had come to see him three times, he suddenly had a jolt.

"Stop, stop, don't let your imagination run wild..." Yan was disgusted by his own overthinking. At this moment, the Flying Soul Saint of the Spirit Hall arrived at the scene with a support-type Soul Master and immediately tried to save the White Tiger Prince who had committed suicide. Unfortunately, the prince's suicide was decisive and caused the Holy Son to misunderstand and fail to act in time, so he was completely dead.

The two in Yan's arms and the four at the foot of the mountain were in relatively good condition. At most, they had fainted due to exhaustion, but their injuries were not serious. After some treatment, they were sent back.

Of course, only the four at the foot of the mountain were sent back. As for the two in Yan's arms, a certain prince entrusted him to take good care of them, so of course he would take care of them personally until they woke up.

When Dai Wuji's body was returned to the audience seats, everyone from the Star Luo Empire fell silent. Finally, the iron-fisted Star Luo Emperor uttered a single sentence...

"We will arrange a state funeral for the prince. The Star Luo Empire will surely win the championship to commemorate him in the future." After saying this, he left with his personal guards and returned to the Star Luo Empire. This elite competition had dragged on for too long, and he needed to rush back to the capital to handle various important matters.

As for what followed, it was left to the eldest prince, Davis, to handle.

Chapter 212 The Unexpected Big Cat

"you're awake."

When Zhu Yunxi woke up, a man's voice sounded beside her. She instinctively shrank back and opened her eyes to observe her surroundings.

On the bed not far away, Xu Yanyan was still fast asleep, while the Spirit Hall's Holy Son, who had just made the sound, was looking at her from the direction where the sound had come from. He was holding a well-read book in his hand, and there were notes on the small table in front of him. So, he was reading a book just now?

“Dai Wuji is dead. You should have heard his last words. He didn’t want you to return to the Star Luo Empire.”

Yan glanced at the somewhat panicked Zhu Yunxi and then said, "Although I have no connection with you, I have even less affection for your Star Luo Emperor. So I've decided to lend you a hand. If you two stay in the Spirit Hall, I can provide assistance."

The Star Luo Emperor has already returned. He has entrusted Dai Wuji's funeral and other remaining matters to his eldest son, Davis. You will not have any trouble for the time being.

"His Highness the Holy Son wants to use us."

Zhu Yunxi had now sorted things out in her mind, and her eyes held a hint of wariness and a different kind of emotion. She looked at Yan and probed subtly.

Yan shook his head. "Hehe... You overestimate yourself. If Dai Wuji were alive, he might be of some use. But the two of you have limited influence on the Zhu family and Dian Wei of the Xingguan Sect. You're not worth my time."

Zhu Yunxi fell silent. She knew very well that Yan was right. She herself was just a branch of the Zhu family, while Xu Yanyan was considered a direct descendant of the Xingguan Sect, but she did not have much influence and was not qualified to help Yan influence these two major forces.

"Your Highness, Holy Son."

Just as Yan was about to leave, he suddenly heard Zhu Yunxi calling him. Turning his head, he saw that the latter seemed to have made up her mind. There was a rustling sound coming from the quilt. This plot is not right. Dai Wuji just died, and his woman is already busy changing her allegiance? Does this holy son have that much charm?

"what do you mean?"

Yan frowned. He didn't consider himself a good person, and was even a lecher, but he wasn't blinded by greed. Zhu Yunxi's behavior was clearly wrong. "Do you think that having something like that with me will make me help you avenge Dai Wuji?"

"Since Your Highness awakened your martial spirit at the age of six, although you have always pretended to be a lecherous and romantic person, you have never stopped fighting against fate and dared not slack off in the slightest. You have been cultivating every day and every moment, which is why you have such cultivation level."

Zhu Yunxi looked somewhat sad. "Although Yan Yan and I are both his partners, we are both virgins. This is the only bargaining chip I can offer directly. I hope Your Highness can give me a chance, a chance to avenge Your Highness."

"ridiculous."

Yan was silent for a long time before uttering these two words. He turned to leave, but then stopped and said, "If you want to die, I have no objection. After you recover from your injuries, you can join the Spirit Hall, and someone will naturally arrange a job for you then."

But remember this: once you make this decision, it means a complete break with the past. Zhu Yunxi will die.

After saying that, he left decisively. He didn't have any particular intentions; he just thought he could use Dai Wuji's situation. He never expected that this woman would go so crazy for a dead man and make such a decision.

Yan quickly left the room. What he didn't notice was that just as he left, Xu Yanyan on the other bed also opened her eyes. Her expression was clear, but it was unclear how long she had been awake.

Yan walked quickly down the corridor, feeling an overwhelming sense of oppression. His earlier complaints about Dai Wuji had turned into nothing more than a sigh.

Regardless of whether this guy was impotent or not, the fact that a woman went to such lengths for him means he died a worthy death; at least someone will remember him after he dies. As for himself...

Yan felt a deep sense of pent-up frustration, the kind that needed to be released. He walked out of the Papal Palace and down the mountain, strolling through the streets of Wuhun City at midnight.

The nights in Wuhun City are also beautiful, with colorful lanterns adorning the streets. The inner city is mostly filled with churches and various organizations within the Wuhun Hall, making it relatively quiet. However, there are also some entertainment venues in various parts of the outer city, as the doctrines of the Wuhun Hall are not particularly strict.

Because of the recent All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, a large influx of people has entered the outer city of Wuhun City, a large portion of whom are nobles and merchants with economic power.

There are gamblers among them, but they are only a part of the group. There are many others who don't gamble, but how could His Highness, who calls himself "three feet above the heavens," let these "leeks" go? Of course, he would find a way to harvest them.

The entertainment venues surrounding the Spirit Hall have been bustling with activity these past few days. Bars, clubs, and dance halls have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, strategically distributed across the six districts under someone's planning, causing many outsiders to lose themselves in a dreamlike world of dazzling lights and intoxicating pleasures.

Tonight marks the end of the Elite Tournament, and many people are planning to stay in Wuhun City for two more days before leaving, making the atmosphere extremely lively and chaotic.

While wandering aimlessly, Yan unconsciously came to a street in the southern outer city. At the end of the road was a bar, where there was wine and hot dancing, and countless men and women were sweating it out.

Alcohol, aside from its medicinal uses, is only good for making money. It's not really a good thing, especially for young men and women. When they drink too much, they are more likely to get drunk, and fights and other reckless behavior are commonplace.

However, since Yan has set up these entertainment venues in Wuhun City, he must be taking precautions against any reckless behavior. Picking up things outside the bars is out of the question. Not to mention that the bar staff have been warned by the Wuhun Hall not to let people get too drunk.

During this period, the streets inside and outside Wuhun City were patrolled by small teams of the Holy Light Knights of the Spirit Hall. These people may not have high spirit power, but their moral character is definitely above that of a certain Holy Son. After all, those who can obtain the faith and resonance of light are all kind people.

So, although there were many people in Wuhun City during this period and some troubles occurred, at least no serious crimes happened, and there was no one trying to take advantage of others. A lot of outsiders with such thoughts were locked up.

As Yan walked down the street, listening to the familiar DJ melodies from the surrounding bars and nightclubs, a slight smile crept onto his lips. This world had left its mark on him, giving him a sense of familiarity. It felt quite nice, didn't it?

"Bang!"

As he was strolling down the street with his eyes slightly closed, a sharp sound suddenly came from ahead, as if something had fallen to the ground. Then he heard staggering footsteps and the sound of a door swaying. He couldn't help but open his eyes and look over.

Not far away, at a street corner bar, a woman was seen vomiting into a drain while leaning against a street lamp. A nearby trash can was wobbling and nearly tipped over, probably because she had bumped into it earlier. Next to the woman was a bartender, who was now being grabbed by the collar, and the scene seemed to be getting out of control.

"What happened?"

Yan felt that the woman looked somewhat familiar, somewhat like Zhu Yunxi who had just been about to throw herself into his arms, so he went over to ask her. Meanwhile, several members of the Holy Light Squad who were about to step forward to deal with the situation stopped in their tracks when they saw the Holy Son appear.

"You, you are the Holy Son, I have met the Holy Son."

Yan has been appearing on camera a lot lately, and since he owns many businesses in Wuhun City, it's not surprising that the bartender recognized him. After recognizing him, the bartender hurriedly and happily pleaded for help: "Holy Son, this young lady, this young lady must be drunk."

I came over out of work responsibility to check on her, but I was stopped. This woman is talking nonsense now, she won't give me her address, and instead she's asking me to take her to a hotel..."

The bartender talked a lot, and Yan found it a bit strange. This beautiful woman was of such high quality, and the bartender didn't even look handsome. How could he have such a romantic encounter?

Yan reached out and rescued the bartender, but unexpectedly, the beautiful woman, who reeked of alcohol, just clung to him.

"And who are you? You look like that Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, huh... Take me to the hotel..."

The beautiful woman did look quite drunk, but after vomiting earlier, the smell of alcohol had lessened, and Yan felt it was barely tolerable. After looking down at her, he felt she looked even more familiar.

"Zhu Zhuyun?"

The beautiful girl in Yan's arms was about sixteen or seventeen years old. She had a pretty and delicate face, a neat short haircut, an extremely full and tall figure, and skin as white as mutton fat jade. She had a gentle temperament, but at this moment she was full of the characteristics of a rebellious girl.

Yan seemed to have some impression of this girl. She was a girl from the same clan who had a good relationship with Zhu Yunxi. She also appeared in the original work. She was the older sister of a certain baby-faced giant kitten and the fiancée of the Star Luo Crown Prince. Why was this girl out drinking?

"You, hiccup, you know me. You look like that Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, hiccup... Take me to a hotel to rest..."

The girl had drunk quite a bit. Although she wasn't completely drunk, she was close. It was only because of Yan that she was drunk; if it were an ordinary person, well, they wouldn't be able to pick it up at all.

Just look at the bartender from earlier; she almost pulled him down and strangled him to death with a casual gesture. Don't let her young age fool you; she has at least level 35 in soul power cultivation. When she's drunk, she can't control her strength, and her subconscious actions can be deadly.

Holding the large cat that had come to him willingly, Yan suddenly had a slight thought: this one was far more valuable than Zhu Yunxi.

"Okay, I'll take you to the hotel..."

Suddenly, he noticed that some people seemed to be approaching from the street corner. They appeared to be the guards of the Xingluo royal family. He seemed to understand something, glanced down at Zhu Zhuyun, who was staring at him with wide, dreamy eyes, and with a slight smile, he strode away from where he stood.

Yan certainly wouldn't actually go to a hotel, since such places are crowded and noisy. He still owns some properties in the outer city. He turned left and right and came to a room, where he left the drunkard in the bathroom.

After a hot bath, the smell on my body immediately improved. I was feeling down tonight when a beauty suddenly appeared in my arms. How about I train this big cat so I can't sleep all night...?

Chapter 213 Zhu Zhuyun Resistes Her Fate

Spring's beauty cannot be confined within the garden walls; a branch of red apricot blossoms peeks over the wall. And yet, it is said, why should the Qiang flute lament the willows, for the spring breeze does not reach Yumen Pass?

In the dead of night, a melodious and captivating female voice drifted through the room, disturbing the peaceful slumber of the room. The moon had set behind the trees, but Yan was still awake, while the beautiful woman beside him had a flushed face, as radiant and captivating as a peach blossom in February.

Perhaps after a long period of turmoil, he had regained some clarity. When Yan's hand fell again, he raised his head slightly, his hazy eyes seemingly misty with tears.

"Go to sleep! It's so late, get some rest."

Yan called out gently, then placed a hand on her forehead. The beautiful woman beside him was probably exhausted, so she slowly closed her eyes. Yan sat alone for half the night, then finally pulled the covers up and lay down.

As a ray of sunlight streamed into the room at dawn, Zhu Zhuyun awoke from her deep sleep, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes. She instinctively turned over, sensing that something was amiss today.

There seemed to be someone else beside her, and she was extremely tired. Fragments of memories in her mind jolted her awake.

Zhu Zhuyun suddenly opened her eyes and subconsciously looked to her side. A man was sleeping soundly on the same pillow as her, and her arms were wrapped around his neck, while his hands were wrapped around her body, playing with her proud pair of large breasts.

Zhu Zhuyun never expected that a night of drinking would lead to such a thing. She had never been in trouble before, so why was it like this today... Her mind was in a complete mess, and she subconsciously gathered her soul power, wanting to do something.

"Stop fooling around."

However, what terrified her was that when she gathered her soul power, the man holding her only shuddered slightly before suppressing her resistance, flipping her over and pinning her beneath him. He kissed her lips lightly and murmured a sound before falling into dead silence again.

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall? How could it be him?"

Zhu Zhuyun's head was buzzing. After being pressed down and used as a pillow, she became a little more awake and did not make any rash moves. Only then did she have the mind to observe the man who had taken advantage of her. His face was surprisingly familiar. It was the guy she had been talking about many times in the past two days.

Of course, her repeated mentions weren't because she was attracted to him or anything, but purely because of some past grievances between them.

She had a very close aunt from her clan who was defeated and kidnapped by him yesterday, and her fate is now unknown. The thought of her aunt's future fate is heartbreaking, and she feels powerless to stop it, which is why she spent the whole night drinking herself into oblivion.

Zhu Zhuyun heard the sound of even breathing. The guy lying next to her was fast asleep with his eyes closed. There was nothing else wrong with him. It would be better if his hands could behave a little better.

Looking at the young and handsome face in front of her, Zhu Zhuyun secretly compared him to her fiancé, Davis, and couldn't help but blush.

"Zhu Zhuyun, how could you do this? You have a fiancé..."

When Zhu Zhuyun thought of Davis, a sense of guilt welled up in her heart. She felt particularly guilty for losing her virginity in a drunken stupor late at night. But when she thought about her argument with Davis last night, this feeling in her heart faded a little.

Yesterday, she had a rare argument with her fiancé because of her aunt and her deceased uncle, Dai Wuji, who was Davis's biological uncle.

After yesterday's Elite Tournament finals, the Star Luo Emperor returned to the Empire, leaving the First Prince, who is also her fiancé Davis, to handle the follow-up matters.