Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 283 The Concept of Evolution of the Evil Martial Soul
The dense, deathly aura had not yet completely dissipated. Mo Hongchen looked at the pale, cold, terrifyingly powerful, and yet unknown young man before him, his eyes filled with both expectation and an indescribable heaviness.

He knew that what he had accepted might be a peerless genius who could change the landscape, or it might be... a time bomb that could destroy everything.

But there's no turning back now. For the future of Sun Moon Academy, and to fight against the increasingly unfathomable monsters of Shrek Academy, he has to take this gamble!
"Step down," Mo Hongchen ordered.

Hu Wei felt as if he had been granted a pardon. Despite the dizziness and palpitations caused by the mental shock, he respectfully bowed and quickly left the courtyard shrouded in yin energy.

The heavy alloy door closed, cutting off outside light and the last trace of human presence.

In the vast space, only Mo Hongchen and Yin Wansheng, who seemed to have emerged from the depths of the underworld, remained. The cold, deathly silence was almost suffocating.

Mo Hongchen stood with his hands behind his back, his aura as steady as a mountain, a Title Douluo, resisting the invisible erosion of the Ghost King's domain. His sharp gaze seemed to pierce through the wide hood, seeing the true nature of Yin Wansheng's soul.

"Yin Wansheng," Mo Hongchen's voice broke the silence, carrying the scrutiny of a superior, "I have witnessed your talent and power. Sun Moon Academy will devote all its efforts to nurturing you, but on the condition that you clearly tell me what kind of resources you need? Yin-attribute rare and precious materials? Secret methods for tempering the body? Or... something else?"

His words seemed direct, but in fact they contained hidden wit.

Yin Wansheng remained silent, the shadow beneath his hood motionless. A few seconds later, a cold, dry voice, like two pieces of rusty metal rubbing together, slowly broke the silence, carrying an inhuman stiffness: "Pure... Yin energy... Source. Five elements... Yin attribute... Spiritual object. Soul bone... Compatible... Yin Ghost King..."

Mo Hongchen nodded slightly. These were all expected, and all fell within the scope of what orthodox resources could solve or find alternatives for. But the real test had only just begun.

He stepped forward, only three steps away from Yin Wansheng, a distance sufficient for the Title Douluo's pressure to exert a substantial effect.

Mo Hongchen's voice was low, carrying a persuasive quality, yet also an alluring whisper like a devil's:

"The source of pure Yin energy, a spiritual object belonging to the Yin element of the Five Elements, is precious, but with the resources of the Sun and Moon Empire, it is not impossible to obtain. In fact... I can even use some special channels."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the darkness beneath Yin Wansheng's hood. "For example, the Star Luo Continent, the Douling Continent... those places are far from the Federation's core, have a large number of wild Soul Masters, and... certain forces hostile to the Federation."

"Their soul power and soul... are excellent 'supplements' for certain beings who pursue ultimate power. As long as the target is chosen properly and the sight of the Federation civilians is avoided... the efficiency is far beyond that of ascetic training."

Mo Hongchen's words were like poisoned ice spikes, piercing the very essence of Yin Wansheng's power. He was testing, probing whether this being, possessing terrifying power like an evil soul master, harbored a hidden desire for slaughter and plunder deep within his heart.

If Yin Wansheng shows even the slightest sign of interest, or even just a moment's hesitation, it will become an indelible thorn in Mo Hongchen's heart, meaning that even more stringent, even inhuman, monitoring and control measures must be implemented.

The yin energy in the courtyard seemed to freeze for a moment.

Beneath the hood, the two eerie green flames flickered slightly.

Then, that cold, stiff voice rang out again, devoid of any emotion, yet carrying an undeniable pride and disdain stemming from the very essence of power:
"The path of evil leads to quick success, but its foundation is weak."

"It's easy to get your account banned, but it's hard to reach the limit."

"After killing tens or hundreds of thousands, one becomes entangled in resentment, unable to overcome inner demons, and shackles are born of one's own making."

"I disdain this approach."

Concise yet each word was like a knife! Mo Hongchen's heart jolted!
Yin Wansheng not only directly rejected this "shortcut," but also clearly pointed out the fatal flaw of relying on killing and sacrifice to improve one's strength—a weak foundation, resentment, and inner demons, ultimately creating self-imposed constraints and cutting off the possibility of reaching the peak!
He even pointed out that the lives of hundreds of thousands or millions of people could not build a true Limit Douluo! His last sentence drew a clear line, indicating that they were pursuing a purer, more difficult, but also more powerful path of strength!
Mo Hongchen's tense nerves finally relaxed slightly at this moment. It wasn't complete trust, but rather confirmation that the other party, at least for now, hadn't fallen into the most dangerous evil path.

The scrutinizing light in his eyes hadn't faded; instead, it had deepened. The more lucid and powerful Yin Wansheng became, the greater the harm he would cause if he strayed from the right path! This very lucidity, once it descended into chaos, was itself a potential danger.

He took two steps back, his back to Yin Wansheng, as if talking to himself, or perhaps offering both of them a way out:
“Very good. The path to power ultimately lies within oneself. Though arduous training is slow, it is the right path.” He turned around, his gaze sharpening once more.

"Your body has been tempered by extreme Yin energy, making it far more resilient than others of the same level. However, this 'stiffness' and 'hardness' are ultimately a hidden danger. If this continues, it may damage your foundation and limit your potential."

Mo Hongchen abruptly changed the subject, his eyes gleaming with an almost fanatical scholarly light: "I have pondered this, and perhaps... the way to break this deadlock lies not in pure Yin, but in... the balance of Yin and Yang!"

"The Sun and Moon Federation possesses profound resources, and the Temple of War has amassed countless rare treasures from across the land. If we could find a peerless treasure containing the ultimate power of Yin and Yang, it might be able to harmonize Yin and Yang..."

Mo Hongchen's voice carried a guiding and seductive quality, "Based on the ultimate Yin, draw upon a trace of pure Yang origin... Yin and Yang rotate, endlessly regenerating! At that time, your Yin Ghost King Martial Soul may transcend its shackles, transforming from 'King' to 'Emperor,' achieving... the Yin-Yang Ghost Emperor!"

"Yin and Yang in harmony, life and creation! At that time, your power will no longer be limited to gloomy and deathly stillness, but will contain the supreme law of birth and death cycle! The shackles of your body will be released, and your potential will be limitless! More importantly..." Mo Hongchen stared at Yin Wansheng, "With Yin and Yang in balance and your origin clear, who can still regard you as an evil soul master?"

These words were partly encouragement, partly empty promises, and more importantly, they pointed out a seemingly bright "right path" for Yin Wansheng, firmly binding his heart and keeping him hopeful so that he wouldn't despair and go astray due to his strength characteristics or physical defects.

Beneath the hood, the eerie green flame flickered violently! Although Yin Wansheng's body remained stiff, that momentary mental fluctuation clearly conveyed an emotion called "desire"!

The Yin-Yang Ghost Emperor! Transcending shackles! Washing away stigma! This is an irresistible temptation for any being who pursues the pinnacle of power!

Mo Hongchen was pleased to have caught this subtle shift in his expression. The carrot had been offered; all that remained was time and opportunity.

At the same time, in Gula's room at the Mingdu Hotel.

Gula, sitting cross-legged, had a knowing smile on his lips.

"Yin Yang Ghost Emperor... Mo Hongchen, you've certainly got a good plan and a good pie in the sky." Through the mysterious connection of shared thoughts, he instantly saw through Mo Hongchen's scheme and Yin Wansheng's reaction.

"However... this pie might actually come true."

A glint of wisdom flashed in Gula's eyes: "Extreme yin gives rise to yang, and extreme yin gives rise to yang... This is the ultimate principle of heaven and earth."

Mo Hongchen's thinking is correct, but such a rare treasure capable of harmonizing Yin and Yang Ghost King, comparable to an ultimate martial soul, is probably even rarer than a divine artifact. Relying on his own luck is a slim chance.

“But… I have ‘ancient memories.’” A wisp of chaotic light swirled around Gula’s fingertips. “Billions of possibilities, but only one! As long as Mo Hongchen can find even a single clue, even just a fragment… I can pinpoint that ‘one’ correct direction for him!”

With a thought, a clear command traversed space and reached the depths of Yin Wansheng's consciousness: "Cooperate with him. If he offers resources, accept them! If he demands sincerity, give it to him too! Keep him calm and secure the full support of the Sun and Moon Academy. If he has any leads regarding the Yin-Yang Treasures, inform me immediately. I will intervene at the crucial moment."

Yin Wansheng, having received the will of Gula, moved slightly.

He raised his pale, stiff hand, palm up. A butterfly spirit, no bigger than a palm, jet black as ink, its wings covered with twisted, painful, ghostly patterns, slowly emerged.

As its wings flapped, it emitted a pure yet chilling aura of yin energy, which was the very soul of the Ten Thousand Year Netherworld Ghost King Butterfly, bestowed upon it by Shrek Academy!

"This soul is excessively Yin, making it a second soul." Yin Wansheng's cold voice rang out as he handed the Netherworld Ghost King Butterfly to Mo Hongchen, "Change to a Yin-Yang symbiotic soul."

Mo Hongchen was slightly taken aback, not expecting Yin Wansheng to be so direct and "impatient." He wanted to exchange for a top-tier soul spirit so soon after joining?
While the Netherworld Ghost King Butterfly is powerful, its attributes are indeed too singular and yin-cold, which does more harm than good to Yin Wansheng's current situation. Demanding a soul spirit that embodies both yin and yang... that's an incredibly demanding and difficult request!
He frowned slightly, quickly weighing his options. Now that he had just won them over, it was time to demonstrate sincerity and strength.

Refuse? That would make Sun Moon Academy seem incompetent and disappoint them. Agree? Souls that coexist in Yin and Yang are incredibly rare; searching for them would require astronomical amounts of resources and connections.

Looking at the hand that Yin Wansheng offered, a hand carrying the soul of ten thousand years, and feeling the unquestionable persistence beneath the other's cold silence, Mo Hongchen finally gritted her teeth.

"it is good!"

Mo Hongchen reached out and took the Netherworld Ghost King Butterfly spirit, which exuded a chilling aura. He felt a bone-chilling coldness as he touched it. "I agree to this matter. Sun Moon Academy will use all its resources to find a suitable Yin-Yang symbiotic spirit for you. During this period, you can have priority access to the Yin attribute resources in the academy's treasury."

He withdrew his spirit and took a deep look at Yin Wansheng, who was still shrouded in the shadow of the cloak.

This transaction carries both risks and opportunities, and this high-stakes gamble surrounding the possibility of the "Yin Yang Ghost Emperor" has only just begun. Yin Wansheng's decisiveness and appetite have even made this veteran Title Douluo feel a little uneasy.

Yin Wansheng's decisive handing over of the Netherworld Ghost King Butterfly stemmed from his own dissatisfaction with it. The most suitable soul spirit for an evil soul master likely only existed within the Holy Spirit Cult, and he couldn't wait indefinitely without breaking through; he decided to make do.

Now that there's a new possibility, he doesn't feel bad at all about handing over the Netherworld Ghost King Butterfly, and he can also see Mo Hongchen's sincerity.

He was taciturn, but that didn't mean he was naive or ignorant of the ways of the world. He wouldn't be fooled by Mo Hongchen's sweet words; only actions could earn his approval.

Mo Hongchen did not deceive Yin Wansheng. He used his connections from decades as the dean of the Sun Moon Academy to contact students at various levels in the Federation and quickly found a suitable soul for him.

(End of this chapter)