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

Jing Hongchen lowered her voice: "Their influence has already reached into the academy. Two months ago, several students mysteriously disappeared, and their bodies were later found outside the city. The deaths were gruesome, clearly the work of evil spirit masters. There were also some other students who mysteriously disappeared."

"Have you found out who it is?"

"We found out, but we dare not do anything." Jing Hongchen said with a bitter smile, "Backed by the core members of the Holy Spirit Cult, titled Douluo level. We Mingde Hall are not afraid, but if we really tear off the mask, it will be these students below who suffer."

Xu Yanli tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest of the seat without saying a word.

"Fortunately, His Highness the Crown Prince has been keeping a low profile, so those evil spirit masters don't dare to go too far openly. But behind the scenes, their underhanded tactics have never stopped."

Jing Hongchen continued, her voice even lower, "A few days ago, another child had an accident. Her name is Nana, her martial soul is Ghost, and she has quite a bit of talent. That night, she was cultivating alone in her dormitory when she was kidnapped. By the time we found her..."

He didn't say anything more.

Xu Yanli stopped tapping on the armrest.

“Ghost Martial Soul.” He repeated softly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

Evil Soul Masters favor this kind of Martial Soul the most; its innate dark constitution makes it an excellent vessel or sacrifice with just a little nurturing.

"Was the person rescued?"

“She’s been saved, but…” Jing Hongchen sighed again, “She suffered too much shock and is still lying in the sanatorium at Mingde Hall, unwilling to say a word.”

Xu Yanli remained silent for a while before suddenly speaking: "The problem of evil soul masters does indeed need to be solved."

Jing Hongchen suddenly looked up.

Xu Yanli was still twirling the jade fan in his hand, his gaze fixed on the distance, his tone as calm as still water: "At least for now, we can't let them harm the people of our Sun Moon Empire anymore."

Jing Hongchen was taken aback for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Your Highness means...?"

Xu Yanli turned her head and looked at him.

Those eyes looked calm, but Jing Hongchen felt a chill run down her spine from them.

That wasn't murderous intent; it was scheming.

"Dean Hongchen, why do you think evil spirit masters are called evil spirit masters?"

Jing Hongchen was taken aback: "Because their cultivation methods are cruel, they kill without hesitation, using other people's lives as nourishment..."

“Yes.” Xu Yanli interrupted him, “That’s why they can’t stand the light of day.”

He stood up, walked to the soundproof barrier, and looked at the young students who were still fighting outside: "Anyone who is labeled an evil soul master will be despised by the entire continent and everyone has the right to kill them. This is a rule that has been in place for ten thousand years and cannot be changed."

Chapter 83 Why Need Soul Power to Use a Sword

Jing Hongchen's eyes lit up: "Your Highness means...?"

Xu Yanli turned around, his face still bearing that gentle smile, but Jing Hongchen inexplicably felt a chill run down her spine.

“We can guide them covertly; there’s no need to do it openly.” His voice was soft, but every word was clear and distinct. “Evil Soul Masters can be used and borrowed by anyone. But they must never stand in the sunlight. They are like monsters in the shadows; once exposed, both those who use them and the evil ones themselves will be ostracized by everyone.”

Jing Hongchen's pupils contracted slightly.

He got it.

Xu Yanli didn't want to completely eradicate the evil soul masters; he wanted to use them as a weapon.

This knife should only be hidden in the shadows, and used to stab the enemy as ruthlessly as possible.

But once exposed to sunlight, it is the person holding the knife who will be the one to get stabbed.

Just like Xu Tianran.

In the original story, he collaborated with the Holy Spirit Cult, ultimately ending up isolated and abandoned by everyone.

Xu Yanli will not follow that old path.

What he wants is to make the evil spirit master his weapon, but he can never be cleansed and can only live in the shadows forever.

"Your Highness is wise." Jing Hongchen lowered her head, concealing the complex emotions in her eyes.

Xu Yanli waved his hand, signaling him to remove the soundproof shield.

The moment the protective shield disappeared, a cacophony of noise from the training grounds rushed in.

He sat back down next to Gu Yuena, as if the gloomy scheme he had just conspired against had never happened.

Gu Yuena turned her head, her purple eyes falling on his face, a hint of inquiry flashing in them.

She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could see it clearly.

I saw the fleeting coldness in the boy's eyes when he said those words.

The cold was deeper than any ice or snow she had ever seen.

Xu Yanli noticed her gaze, turned his head, and smiled slightly: "What are you looking at?"

Gu Yuena withdrew her gaze and said calmly, "It's nothing."

Xu Yanli smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze returning to the arena, but his mind was wandering to other things.

The Angel Legion.

If one is to use evil spirit masters, there must be a means of restraint, and that is where angelic martial spirits become very important.

He wants to build an angel legion, but the angel family members are still missing.

Apart from Ye Guyi, everyone else seemed to have vanished into thin air.

He didn't believe that the angel race could really have been wiped out.

Even if persecuted, it is impossible to completely eradicate a martial spirit.

You should know that ten thousand years later, they rebuilt a mighty angel legion, and even occupied a military region.

Where are those people now?

Or rather, where exactly are they hiding?

Xu Yanli tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, his eyes filled with an unfathomable darkness.

Just then, a sword light suddenly shone in the arena.

Ji Juechen finally made his move.

With a single swing of his sword, its sharpness was fully revealed, and the sword energy stretched for three zhang, directly knocking his opponent out of the arena.

Xu Yanli's eyes lit up.

What a fine sword!

He stood up and walked in that direction.

Gu Yuena watched his retreating figure, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

This human...

It's becoming increasingly unfathomable.

She was only thirteen years old, but the depth in her eyes was even greater than that of the Silver Dragon King, who had lived for millions of years.

What exactly is he plotting?

On the training ground, Ji Juechen sheathed his sword and turned to leave without expression.

"Ji Juechen".

A clear voice came from behind.

Ji Juechen paused, but did not turn around.

Xu Yanli walked up to him and stood face to face.

The two looked at each other.

One gaze was as calm as water, the other as sharp as a sword.

"You're strong," Xu Yanli said, "but you can become even stronger."

Ji Juechen frowned slightly.

Xu Yanli smiled slightly and slowly released his martial spirit.

The phantom of a twelve-winged angel flashed past behind him, and the holy light made Ji Juechen's pupils shrink sharply.

The Sixth Ring Road.

Moreover, that aura was far more than just a sixth-ring aura.

"Come with me, and I'll show you what a real sword is." Xu Yanli's voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable certainty.

Ji Juechen remained silent for a moment.

Then, he drew his sword.

The sword tip was pointed directly at Xu Yanli.

"Defeat me." His voice was as cold as ice. "Defeat me, and I'll be with you."

“Okay,” Xu Yanli replied.

All eyes in the training ground were focused on this place.

Ji Juechen's sword was already drawn. The blade was long and narrow, with a cold, sharp light. It was not fancy at all, but it exuded an indescribable sharpness.

Xu Yanli stood still, without releasing his martial soul, but slowly raised his hand and released that special soul bone, the Angelic Holy Sword.

That was the Angelic Holy Sword, pure white with a faint golden halo flowing around its blade.

But he didn't activate a single bit of his soul power; he simply held his sword and faced Ji Juechen from afar.

"You don't use soul power?" Ji Juechen frowned slightly.

"Why use soul power when you're using a sword?" Xu Yanli smiled slightly. "Come on."

Ji Juechen stopped wasting words.

The next instant, sword light burst forth.

Without any probing or feints, Ji Juechen's first sword strike went straight for Xu Yanli's throat.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless.