Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

As soon as the words were spoken, countless teenagers froze instantly, and then immense joy replaced their fear. Some collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, having survived a close call.

"But Shrek Academy will cease to exist completely from this day forward."

His tone softened slightly, becoming more peaceful: "Those who wish to continue their cultivation and studies can go to the Sun Moon Empire Academy. The teaching resources and cultivation conditions there are ten times better than those of Shrek Academy in the past."

The students from the School of Foreign Languages ​​looked up, their eyes filled with unbelievable surprise.

Without wasting their martial spirit, they can go to a better academy to cultivate.

I'm panicking.

Chapter 212 Getting Ready for the Wedding!

Whether the Shrek Academy, with its millennia-long tradition, is destroyed or not is irrelevant to these young people.

They came here only to cultivate themselves, become stronger, and seek a better future; they never came here to protect a decaying academy.

There are better options ahead, and that's enough.

Xu Yanli withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked towards the half-withered golden ancient tree.

Behind him, a group of Shrek Academy members, whose martial souls had all been destroyed, collapsed to the ground. Some sobbed softly, while others stared blankly into the distance, their emotions a complex mix of feelings as they watched his departing figure.

The once glorious titled Super Douluo are now too weak to even stand. Without their Martial Souls, they have nothing left.

As Xu Yanli walked to the foot of the ancient tree, he looked up and gazed at the spiritual tree that had been rooted in Poseidon Island for ten thousand years.

"Old Jin."

An aged, golden figure reappeared from the treetops, wearing a gentle smile.

"What are your orders, my lord?"

"Shrek Academy is destroyed," Xu Yanli said calmly. "What do you plan to do with this ancient tree that has stood for ten thousand years?"

After a moment of silence, Jin Lao gently stroked the land beneath his feet, a place where he had lived for thousands of years.

He has witnessed the rise and fall of thousands of years in every blade of grass, every tree, every clod of earth, and every stone here, and it has long been etched into his soul.

A lifetime of companionship would be enough.

"This old servant is willing to follow you to the ends of the earth, wherever you are." Old Jin looked up, his eyes filled with relief.

Xu Yanli nodded slightly.

He raised his hand, his palm firmly pressed against the rough tree trunk, and a surge of powerful and warm chaotic divine power erupted forth, spreading along the veins of the trunk and permeating every inch of wood, every root, and every withered leaf.

The dull, withered ancient tree was instantly enveloped in a rich, emerald-green divine light.

Withered branches sprout new buds, cracked bark slowly heals, and decaying root systems regain vitality.

The ancient golden tree, on the verge of death, was reborn under the nourishment of divine power.

Immediately afterwards, the towering tree began to slowly shrink.

It is not decay and withering, but a return to the original source and a condensation of the true form.

The towering tree trunk gradually narrows, its canopy shrinks as it blocks out the sun, and its countless roots, buried deep in the ground, break through the soil.

In just a few breaths, the golden ancient tree that had stood for ten thousand years in Douluo Continent completely shed its enormous battle form and transformed into a palm-sized, warm and translucent emerald green seed, which gently landed in Xu Yanli's hand.

Jin Lao's illusory image also condensed, transforming into a wisp of golden light that steadily merged into the seed and remained hidden within it.

Xu Yanli raised his hand and put the ancient tree seed, which carried ten thousand years of spiritual energy, into his storage soul tool.

He turned around and took one last look at the entire Poseidon Island.

The blue waters of Poseidon Lake remain unchanged, the willows along the shore sway gently, and the teaching buildings, library, and dormitories are all intact, with the scenery unchanged.

However, Shrek Academy, which once dominated the continent and had a legacy spanning millennia, has been completely destroyed and will never return.

Xu Yanli withdrew his gaze, leaped into the air, transformed into a swift white rainbow, pierced the sky, and disappeared into the ends of the earth in an instant.

Oh, and he was also carrying a half-dead Yan Shaozhe in his hand.

Poseidon Island was silent.

The group of down-on-their-luck former Shrek members gazed at the sky for a long time, silent.

As the sun sets, its afterglow spills across the lake, creating shimmering, gentle, and tranquil waters.

A gentle evening breeze rippled across the lake, causing the willow branches to sway softly.

What a grand finale!

Subsequently, all the soldiers stationed outside Shrek City who did not attack poured into Shrek City.

Although they obeyed the orders of the academy and did not rob the common people of a single needle or thread, they showed no mercy to these Shrek Academy people.

These guys are ruthless; they made sure the Shrek Academy students could barely see the wounds, but they still felt pain.

Return to the Sun and Moon Empire.

In the backyard of the Prince Xiaoyao's Mansion, Long Xiaoyao was sitting under the osmanthus tree, drinking tea.

Long Xiaoyao sat under the tree, dressed in a gray cloth robe. He had removed his mask and placed it on the stone table. He held a cup of hot tea in his hand, his eyes half-closed, as if he were dozing off or waiting for someone.

He opened his eyes the instant he heard the sound of something cutting through the air.

Xu Yanli descended from mid-air, the divine light on his robes not yet completely dissipated, landing in the courtyard like a gentle moon.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Long Xiaoyao, he casually tossed the item on the ground.

Yan Shaozhe.

He collapsed to the ground, utterly powerless.

It wasn't that he was injured; it's that his body couldn't adapt to the state of having no soul power after his martial soul was sealed.

Long Xiaoyao paused for a moment while holding the teacup.

He looked down at the disheveled middle-aged man on the ground, noticing the resemblance between his face and his wife's, and remained silent for a long time.

The steam rising from the teacup blurred his features, making it impossible to discern the emotions in his eyes.

Xu Yanli didn't speak, nor did he rush to leave. He stood to the side, leaning against the osmanthus tree, arms crossed, looking leisurely like he was watching a show.

After a long silence, Long Xiaoyao put down his teacup and spoke. His voice was hoarse, tinged with weariness, and held an indescribable complexity: "...What is this?"

“Yan Shaozhe,” Xu Yanli said calmly, as if he were talking about something trivial, “your descendant. He helped me a lot back at Shrek Academy. That’s why I didn’t kill him.”

He paused, then added, "His martial spirit is sealed, and his cultivation is ruined, but he's perfectly fine. Whether you keep him or kill him is up to you."

Long Xiaoyao stared at the person on the ground for a long time.

Yan Shaozhe also looked up at him, his eyes filled with confusion and horror.

He never knew he had family.

From as far back as he could remember, he was an orphan, adopted by Mu En, and grew up and trained at the academy.

He taught at the college and eventually became its dean.

He dedicated his life to Shrek, but Shrek never told him where his bloodline came from or where his family had gone.

“He is… Ye Xishui’s grandson,” Long Xiaoyao said, his voice even lower.

Yan Shaozhe's pupils suddenly contracted.

Ye Xishui.

The Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, the possessor of the Blood God Demon Puppet Martial Soul, and one of the most dangerous women on the continent.

It is also one of Shrek Academy's greatest enemies.

He was actually that person's grandson?

Absurd, ridiculous, laughable.

Yan Shaozhe closed his eyes, unable to utter a single word.

Long Xiaoyao stood up, walked to him, bent down, and reached out to help him up from the ground. His movements were slow, as if he were afraid of breaking something.

Yan Shaozhe was supported by him, and he staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance. He lowered his head and dared not look at him.

"Let's settle in first," Long Xiaoyao said. "We can talk about other things later."

Yan Shaozhe opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Xu Yanli stood under the osmanthus tree, watching this scene, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He turned around, left the Prince of Xiaoyao's mansion, and headed towards the palace.

As for whether he can bring his wife and children along, he certainly can. After all, he is a god-king with two divine positions. Who would dare to stop him from bringing as many people as he wants?

Moreover, if the promotion is not enough, Xu Yanli can simply expand the God Realm again.

Xu Yanli can now be considered a minor creator god.

However, I am still young.

Chapter 213 They had all suspected each other.

By the time I left the Prince of Xiaoyao's mansion, it was completely dark.

The nights in Mingdu are always bustling with activity, as rows of guide lights along the street illuminate the entire long street as if it were daytime.

The shops along the street were still open, and the sounds of clinking glasses and exchanging toasts drifted from the restaurants in the distance. Several children chased a kitten across the alley, their clear laughter echoing in the evening breeze, sounding particularly lively.

Xu Yanli walked very slowly, without any attendants by his side, all alone.

After all, with Xu Yanli's strength, he didn't need any guards at all.

The moon-white casual robe gleamed warmly under the lamplight, and the familiar jade fan hung at his waist. His steps were leisurely and languid, making him look like an ordinary person who had nothing to do and was out shopping to digest his food.

But the people passing by on the street all instinctively stopped in their tracks the moment they saw this figure.

Some people bowed in respect, while many more knelt down by the roadside, their foreheads pressed against the cold bluestone slabs, barely daring to breathe.

Xu Yanli paused slightly, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling crowd, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. In the end, he said nothing and continued walking forward slowly.

Some rules, once ingrained in people's hearts, can never be changed.

The awe people feel for him, once it takes root, is far more difficult to eradicate than any obsession.