Douluo, my clone Groudon

Chapter 297 New Semester

Outside the Ascension Platform.

The egg-shaped chamber opened, and the energy around the two calmed down, stabilizing and increasing the age of their soul rings.

Leng Yaozhu remained waiting there, her gaze sweeping over the two of them.

Seeing the deeper, more restrained aura emanating from Gula, as if he were one with the earth, and the intelligent, excited light in Qing Liuli's eyes, she understood.

"It seems like we've had quite a good harvest."

Leng Yaozhu spoke calmly, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger, but when she looked at Gula, the hint of indulgence in her eyes had not disappeared, "However, the commotion was quite significant. The spirit beasts on the Ascension Platform have been depleted by nearly 30%, and they need time to recover."

Gula remained calm: "Thank you for your assistance, Master. I will certainly contribute to the Spirit Pagoda and make up for the losses."

His words were not empty talk; they were mainly meant for others to hear. His presence at the Spirit Pagoda had its own deeper meaning.

Qing Liuli also bowed quickly: "Thank you, teacher. My research has made great progress. In the next year, I will definitely be able to try to master the technology of artificial thousand-year souls."

“Okay.” Leng Yaozhu nodded slightly. “Qing Liuli, go back and organize the data and reports. Gula, you stay here.”

Qing Liuli, carrying the treasure box, respectfully took her leave.

"You will stay in the Spirit Pagoda for the next period of time."

Leng Yaozhu looked at Gula, her tone carrying a hint of meaning, "Be familiar with all the affairs within the tower, especially the research on spirits, energy reserves, and the communication and coordination processes with various forces. The Spirit Tower is a deep place, and since you are my disciple, you will inevitably have to deal with these things in the future."

Gula's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood Leng Yaozhu's intention.

She was paving the way for him, allowing him to delve into the core of the Spirit Pagoda, access secrets, and build connections and experience.

At the same time, it also implies that he should demonstrate his strength and potential, since the Eternal East Wind and certain factions within the Spirit Pagoda are not a united front.

"Yes, teacher," Gula replied respectfully. This suited him perfectly. Staying in the Spirit Pagoda would make it easier to make arrangements, access some "resources," and... disgust the Eternal East Wind!
……

The top floor of the Spirit Pagoda houses the exclusive secret chamber for the eternal East Wind.

A few days ago, the soul-guided communicator in the secret chamber lit up with a blinding blood-red light. A voice, twisted and filled with resentment and violence, rang out—it was the Ghost Emperor:
"The East Wind of the Ages! Where is Blood Bone Douluo?! Where is Leng Yulai?! Why is there no news at all?! Have the people I sent to assist you simply vanished without a trace?! You must give me an explanation!"

Qian Gu Dongfeng sat in a large chair, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

The loss of contact between Blood Bone Douluo and Leng Yulai also caught him off guard, especially Leng Yulai, whose identity was too sensitive. As one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Holy Spirit Cult, she was already qualified to know some of the plans to destroy Shrek Academy.

He used all his intelligence networks, but it was like throwing stones into the sea; the two seemed to have vanished into thin air, which made him feel extremely uneasy and fooled.

"Explain?"

Qian Gu Dongfeng's voice was icy, suppressing his anger, "Ghost Emperor, I haven't even asked you yet! Your men performed poorly, the ambush failed, and they were all wiped out by Shrek Academy! Not a single survivor was left! And now you turn around and ask me for an explanation?"

"Whether Blood Bone Douluo lives or dies is none of my business. As for Leng Yulai... Hmph, she is the Heavenly King of your Holy Spirit Cult, and her whereabouts are elusive. How would I know? Perhaps she sensed something was wrong and went into hiding."

"Bullshit!" The Ghost Emperor's voice suddenly rose, filled with violence. "The last message Blood Bone Douluo sent back was that the plan had failed and he was being hunted down. Leng Yulai went to meet him, and then there was no further news."

"Qian Gu Dong Feng, don't think I don't know what you're up to. Are you trying to ditch our Holy Spirit Sect and monopolize something? You haven't explained the Star Luo Continent matter clearly yet. And don't forget, besides our Holy Sect, who dares to defy the law and carry out your plan!" Qian Gu Dong Feng's eyes flashed with cold light. The Ghost Emperor's questioning struck a nerve with him, especially regarding the mysterious Phoenix True Fire of the Star Luo Continent. But he would never admit to any mistakes or conceal anything.

"Ghost Emperor, watch your words."

Qian Gu Dongfeng slammed his hand on the armrest, his powerful soul force causing the entire secret chamber to vibrate. "I do not need to explain my actions to you. The foundation of cooperation is trust. If your people fail, it is because you are incompetent."

"Leng Yulai's disappearance is an internal problem of yours. Don't try to pin the blame on me. As for the Star Luo Continent... I've said it before, Leng Yaozhu has never been there. Believe it or not."

His tone was firm and unyielding, carrying an unquestionable authority: "The Spirit Pagoda does not support useless people. If the Holy Spirit Cult cannot even handle such a small matter, I think our cooperation should be re-evaluated. That's all."

click!
The ancient east wind directly severed the communication, and the blood-red light was extinguished instantly.

His chest heaved, his eyes burning with fury and deep apprehension. Blood Bone was dead? Leng Yulai was missing? What power was Shrek Academy hiding?
What about that mysterious Phoenix True Fire? And that Gula... All of this was like an invisible net, making him feel unprecedented pressure.

"Trash! They're all trash!"

Qian Gu Dongfeng let out a low growl, stood up irritably, walked to the huge French windows, and looked down at the bustling Shrek City with an extremely sinister gaze.

The Holy Spirit Cult, this venomous snake, seems to be getting out of control. He must accelerate his plans; Shrek… and that troublemaking Cooler… must be eliminated as soon as possible.

……

Shrek Academy, the new semester begins.

More than a month later, the academy is still filled with vibrant energy and a strong atmosphere of cultivation.

Gula returned to the academy silently, as if he had never left. His aura was more restrained and profound, carrying a calm demeanor cultivated from his experience in the core affairs of the Spirit Tower.

The first class of the new semester was scheduled at Shrek Academy's most advanced mecha training ground.

On the spacious training ground, dozens of standard mechs, gleaming with a cold metallic light, are neatly arranged, exuding a sense of power and technological beauty.

This lesson focuses on learning how to control a mech.

The instructor was a senior mecha warfare expert from the inner academy, but the presence of Gula, Bai Yuan, Liu Niandao, and others among the trainees who entered the training ground made the expert feel an invisible pressure.

The reputation of these monstrous students had already spread throughout the entire academy.

"The core of mecha piloting lies in the unity of man and machine. A powerful Soul Master is not necessarily an excellent mecha pilot! Soul power is the energy source, and mental power is the bridge, but ultimately, what controls the mecha's actions is your control over the subtle movements of your body and your ability to instantly process the information fed back by the mecha!"

The expert stood on the high platform, his voice booming, "Now, everyone will enter the training mechs in turn to undergo basic adaptive training. Familiarize yourselves with walking, running, turning, and arm gripping."

The trainees boarded their assigned training mechs, the hatches closed, and the complex control interface inside lit up.

For a moment, the training ground was filled with the roar of engines and the scraping of metal joints. Many of the trainees' mechs appeared clumsy and stiff, like toddlers learning to walk, stumbling and falling, with several even nearly colliding with each other.

However, when the others instinctively turned their gaze to Gula's mech number 047, the sight they saw made them hold their breath instantly.

The dark silver mech seemed to come alive after Gula entered.

(End of this chapter)