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Chapter 55 Summoning the Goddess of Light, Butterfly King Dong'er, and Sword Maniac Ji Juechen (Part Two)

The palace doors slid open silently, and Xue Qinglan, returning from her inspection, stepped into the palace.

Her cool, icy blue eyes swept over Ji Juechen and Wang Dong'er, lingering for a moment on Wang Dong'er's Goddess of Light Butterfly Martial Soul, a hint of surprise flashing across her face.

As usual, she walked to the other side of the Linghan Throne and stood there, forming a flanking position with Wang Qiu'er.

Three stunningly beautiful women, each with a distinct temperament and formidable strength, guarded the young man on the throne.

Wang Qiu'er stood to the left rear, with golden hair and dragon eyes. Her posture was like a spear, and her pure power was like solidified lava.

Arrogant, direct, and subservient to the young master.

He remained completely unfazed by the appearance of Ji Juechen and Wang Dong'er, his gaze constantly scanning his surroundings. Only when Wang Dong'er approached did his golden dragon eyes glance at her with utter indifference, as if he were looking at a slightly brighter flying insect.

Xue Qinglan stood to the right rear, her eyes icy, her aura like that of ancient ice, cold and aloof.

She calmly accepted the appearance of Ji Juechen and Wang Dong'er, showing some interest in Wang Dong'er's light attribute, but only to scrutiny and evaluation, like a mark on an ice wall.

Wang Dong'er stood beneath the throne, her long, pink and blue hair shimmering like butterfly wings, her eyes bright and pure.

Being allowed to stay by the young master's side made her overjoyed. She was both curious about Wang Qiu'er's pure aura and wanted to get closer to her, while sticking out her little tongue at Xue Qinglan's coldness.

Her presence was like a flower of light quietly blooming beside the frozen throne, bright and warm.

Ling Han ignored Yang Wudi, who was lost in thought and especially humiliated, and fixed his cold gaze on Niu Gao:

"The Imperial Armor Hall is responsible for the outer defenses."

"Po Feng Hall..." He glanced at Ji Juechen, who was like a drawn sword, and Yang Wudi, whose face was ashen. "Hall Master Ji is in charge of attacking and defeating the enemy, while Vice Hall Master Yang is in charge of equipment tempering and skill inheritance."

"You may use the resources of the Beast God Pavilion as you see fit."

"One month." Ling Han's voice carried a final ultimatum. "I want to see results."

"Remember, the Beast God Pavilion does not tolerate idlers, nor does it tolerate rebellion."

"Your value determines your position and treatment."

The chilling killing intent sent a chill down Niu Gao and Yang Wudi's spines, making them feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave. They quickly bowed and said, "Your subordinates will do their utmost!"

"Disperse." Ling Han waved his hand.

Everyone bowed and withdrew.

Ji Juechen's eyes were sharp, ignoring Yang Wudi's humiliated gaze, and he strode out first.

Yang Wudi gripped the Soul-Breaking Spear tightly, his knuckles turning white. In the end, filled with resentment and fear, he could only lower his head and follow them away.

Niu Gao sighed and led his people away.

Only Ling Han and the three female protagonists remained in the hall.

Wang Dong'er stood at the bottom of the steps, looking left and right curiously, before finally fixing her gaze on Ling Han's face, who was deep in thought with his eyes closed. Her pink and blue eyes sparkled, filled with pure joy and dependence.

……

Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, Thunder Peak.

Thick, dark clouds hung low, with thick bolts of lightning occasionally flashing through them, emitting a dull rumble that cast flickering light on the massive sect built against the mountain below.

The air was thick with the aura of lightning, and a lingering sense of tension.

The sect's grand formation had been activated, and visible pale blue arcs of electricity danced across the massive stone gate and walls. The number of patrolling disciples had noticeably increased, each with a solemn expression and wary eyes scanning their surroundings as if facing a formidable enemy.

A slender figure, accompanied by a simply dressed but unusually composed young man, struggled through layers of visible and hidden sentry posts, escorted by two powerful sect elders, and arrived at the sect's core area—the Thunder Hall.

The interior of the hall was dimly lit, with a huge relief of a blue lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex perched on the dome. Its eyes seemed to be made of lightning, radiating an invisible pressure.

Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen sat upright in the main seat, his hair and beard bristling like a furious lion, with faint, fine lightning crackling around his body, revealing his extreme inner turmoil.

His gaze, like a tangible thunderbolt, lashed fiercely at Yu Xiaogang, who had just entered the hall. "You unfilial son!"

"You still have the nerve to come back?!" Yu Yuanzhen's voice was like a thunderclap, causing dust to fall from the beams and pillars of the main hall.

"Look at the chaos outside!!"

"The Strength Clan and the Agility Clan have been reduced to ashes!"

"One was burned to the ground, the other was covered with poisonous corpses!"

"That ruthless god called 'Beast God Pavilion' is so vicious that his methods are unheard of!"

"All sects have closed their gates, remaining silent as if trembling in fear!"

"You are so nice!"

"And he's out there wandering around with some kid of unknown origin with him!"

"Are you tired of living, or haven't you caused enough trouble for my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan?!"

Yu Xiaogang was so frightened by his father's thunderous rage that his face turned pale and his body trembled involuntarily, but the morbid desire for the evolution of his martial soul burned like a flame in his eyes, overpowering his fear.

He took a deep breath, straightened his slightly hunched back, and spoke urgently, "Father!"

"I risked my life to return, precisely for the future of our sect!"

"It is also for what my child has always wanted in his life!"

Despite the pressure, Yu Xiaogang spoke again, his voice carrying a barely perceptible urgency, "Deep within the Sunset Forest, there is a divine herb that rivals the creation of heaven and earth!"

"If I can obtain it, it will surely help my martial spirit transform and break free from its shackles!" His eyes gleamed with a fanatical light called "hope".

"Ambrosia?"

"Martial Soul Evolution?" Yu Yuanzhen raised a thick eyebrow.

"Yes!"

"A miraculous herb!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes gleamed with almost fanatical light, as if he had grasped at the last straw. "Father!"

"Think about it! If it weren't for some extraordinary opportunity, why would the Beast God Pavilion occupy the depths of Sunset Forest?"

"It must be for that immortal herb that rivals the creation of heaven and earth!"

"It was by chance that I heard it from... from a few Soul Masters!"

He was completely immersed in his self-constructed logic and fantasy. At this moment, his mind was filled only with his own Luo Sanpao and that vague hope of evolution!
"A divine herb that can evolve a martial soul?" Yu Yuanzhen's voice deepened, carrying a hint of solemnity and scrutiny.

Martial Soul Evolution – this is the ultimate goal that all Soul Masters dream of!

Especially for sects like theirs that possess top-tier beast martial souls, even the slightest possibility of evolution is enough to drive people crazy.

His sharp gaze swept over Yu Xiaogang again, as if assessing the veracity of his words. "Are you sure the information is reliable?"

"Absolutely true!" Yu Xiaogang declared firmly, almost spitting out words. "Father!"

"Think about it, if we could be the first to seize the immortal herb, we would not only obtain this heaven-defying opportunity, but perhaps also use this chance to glean information about the true nature of the Beast God Pavilion!"

"This is an incredible opportunity for my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan!"

Yu Xiaogang became more and more excited as he spoke, as if he could already see Luo Sanpao transforming into a golden holy dragon under the influence of the immortal herb, and himself becoming famous throughout the continent.

He completely ignored the bloody lessons outside, the terrifying strength displayed by the Beast God Pavilion, and the catastrophic disaster that might result from forcibly breaking into the core of Sunset Forest!

His selfishness and prejudice were laid bare at this moment.

(End of this chapter)