Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao, Allows Me to Defy Fate

Yu Xiaoheng put away the token and resumed his inscrutable demeanor.

"Come in."

The maid entered with her head bowed, carrying an exquisite tray with a beautifully packaged bag of candy on it.

After the maid withdrew.

Yu Xiaoheng casually picked up a candy and peeled it open.

He didn't eat the candy; instead, he unfolded the seemingly ordinary candy wrapper and placed it on the table.

It was printed with some colorful patterns, like children's doodles.

But in Yu Xiaoheng's eyes, this was a different kind of script.

This is cryptography he brought from his previous life.

In this Douluo Continent, even the most brilliant strategists could not decipher this cross-dimensional encryption method.

Each pattern on the wrapping paper corresponds to a specific radical and number.

Yu Xiaoheng glanced at the information and quickly reorganized it in his mind.

His relaxed expression froze the moment he read the first line of information.

Those were Yu Xiaogang's observation records.

"Seven treasures store medicine, Haotian cuts iron, the stars move north, and the celestial battle stirs."

Just sixteen characters.

It was like a bucket of ice water poured over Yu Xiaoheng's head, which had just been burning with excitement because of his breakthrough.

Chapter 361 Qian Yuhan will personally take action.

Those who are unaware of the inside story might simply think it's due to instability on the mainland.

But Yu Xiaoheng knew all too well.

This is an encirclement and suppression operation.

An attack on the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan!

He continued "reading".

The following content was no longer intelligence, but Yu Yuanzhen's handwriting.

Only he and his father knew about this codebook.

This also means that the father would never use this line unless absolutely necessary.

Because each transmission increases the risk of being exposed anonymously.

Yu Xiaoheng pressed his finger on the candy wrapper.

He discovered that there was a letter hidden inside.

The content is very simple.

"Xiao Heng. By the time you see this letter, the sect will already be in a dead end."

“Xiao Gang noticed it, and I noticed it a long time ago. This is a gluttonous feast aimed at our entire clan.”

"Don't come back."

These four words convey such a resolute meaning.

Yu Xiaoheng's breathing slowed down.

His original plan was perfect.

They are even somewhat selfish.

Having obtained the Rainbow Dragon Soul Bone, and with the help of the Spirit Hall, he slowly developed his strength.

As for sects?

That's a place I'll go back to for protection when I'm strong enough in the future.

But now, that place is going to be gone.

The message on the candy wrapper continued, but it appeared somewhat disorganized, suggesting that the writer was in a state of extreme emotional turmoil.

"Your identity in the Spirit Hall is your last line of defense. Hide it well, hide it well under all circumstances."

"I have personally destroyed the sect's resurrection chamber. I have also destroyed all records regarding the disappearance of your 'corpse.' The world will only know that Yu Xiaoheng is dead."

"Nameless, simply nameless."

This is paving the way for him.

This was also to cover his retreat.

Yu Xiaoheng could imagine the helplessness of the Thunder Douluo, who had been tough all his life, as he wrote down these codes in the dead of night.

"Don't think about revenge, just live."

"Find more women and have more children."

"If you are still alive a hundred years from now, remember to erect a monument for the sect."

There is a noticeable stain on the coded pattern of these lines of text.

Those are water stains.

The pattern became somewhat blurred after drying.

It is tears.

Yu Yuanzhen, who was hailed as the world's number one offensive Soul Master and dared to confront even the Pope of the Spirit Hall, cried when he wrote this final letter.

The last line of text had been altered several times.

The words "Revitalize the Sect" or something similar were written in front of it, but they were all crossed out.

In the end, only the simplest, yet most powerless, sentence remains:

"Xiao Heng, live well."

Yu Xiaoheng sat in the luxurious palace, holding the light candy wrapper in his hand.

Just minutes before, he felt he had everything under control.

He has become a messenger of the gods.

After being resurrected, there were no more obstacles in the vast world.

But now...

Yu Yuanzhen's letter was a request to entrust his son to someone.

Yu Xiaoheng slowly closed his eyes, clenched the candy wrapper in his palm, and a wisp of lightning and fire ignited in his palm, instantly turning it into ashes.

Ashes slipped through his fingers.

He stood up and pushed open the palace door.

Outside.

The sun had just risen over Wuhun City, and the golden sunlight shone on the magnificent Papal Mountain, bathing the city in a sacred glow.

A gentle breeze caressed my face, carrying the fragrance of flowers and grass.

It's a wonderful day.

The sun shines brightly, and life is peaceful.

Yu Xiaoheng stood in the light, with the Spirit Hall's white jade road in front of him, bathed in light.

Offering Hall.

The statue of the angel stands tall, beneath which all living beings appear insignificant.

Qian Daoliu had his back to the gate and was looking up at the statue that represented the glory of angels.

Footsteps echoed in the empty hall.

Holding the divine messenger's token, Yu Xiaoheng slowly walked to a stop ten steps behind Qian Daoliu.

"The Grand Offering".

Qian Daoliu did not turn around, his voice calm.

"Why does the divine messenger not cultivate himself? What brings him here?"

Even though Yu Xiaoheng held the ancestral token, in Qian Daoliu's eyes, he was ultimately just a junior who had gained the ancestor's favor by luck and was useful to the ancestor.

Yu Xiaoheng didn't care about the other party's attitude and got straight to the point.

"I'd like to talk to you about the upcoming matches."

A thousand streams flowed past.

He looked at Yu Xiaoheng and shook his head.

"If this is the matter, then please return, divine messenger."

"The Spirit Hall has its own pride. Tang Hao may be strong, but his reputation is earned through hard-earned skill. If you want to beat him, I'll applaud you if you do it on your own merit. But if you want the Spirit Hall to intervene secretly, even by rigging the match beforehand to help you win, there's absolutely no way you can do that."

"I can't agree to that, and I can't help you cheat."

Qian Daoliu's words were firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

In his view, although this "nameless" person was exceptionally talented, he was still young. It was inevitable that he would feel intimidated when facing Tang Hao, a genius known as the Haotian Sect's once-in-a-century talent.

In Qian Daoliu's view, trying to use the power of the Spirit Hall to suppress others was a low-level tactic.

A brief, deathly silence fell over the hall.

"Oh."

Yu Xiaoheng's lips curled up.

"The High Priest has misunderstood."

"I came not to ask for help, nor to seek victory."