Douluo Continent: I'm writing a diary, and something's not right with you guys.

If Tang Ya had remained a level 30 or 40 Soul Master, she would have been killed in public long ago for committing such a heinous crime, without even a chance to defend herself.

But in the end, she became a Super Douluo with top-tier combat power, standing at the very top of the Soul Master world on the continent. Naturally, someone helped her to turn her past blood debts into small matters and then let them go.

The far north.

The Ice Emperor and the Snow Emperor sneered simultaneously. Humanity's double standards have always only considered strength. When you are weak, even if you are right, you are wrong.

When you are powerful, even if you do something that is extremely offensive, you can still turn a big problem into a small one, and a small problem into nothing.

Hyotei seemed to have a sudden realization. She suddenly thought of a question and turned to look at Yuki-tei to ask it.

"Xue'er, do you think this future evil soul master, Tang Ya, has devoured just how many people to have such strong cultivation and such a luxurious soul ring combination?"

Xue Di pondered for a moment, then shook her head. She didn't know, after all, she wasn't an evil soul master, and she didn't know the absorption efficiency of the Holy Spirit Sect's techniques combined with the Dark Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

But conservatively speaking, the number is at least in the tens of thousands or even 10.

No wonder Lin Ye called Tang Ya a traitor to humanity. She really is no different from a traitor to humanity. With this number of deaths and injuries, she alone has achieved the death toll of the entire Douluo Continent in several months.

Ma Xiaotao, who had already returned to the inner courtyard, couldn't help but frown, her heart filled with sighs.

She felt that what was written in the diary was true. Tang Ya had already chosen to fall from grace from the moment she first devoured the Iron Blood Sect disciples. As for her later attempts to clear her name, she made no comment.

As she felt the soul power circulating smoothly within her body and the repaired flaws in her martial soul, she felt even more grateful to Lin Ye.

If it weren't for the diary copy giving her the reward of repairing her martial soul, she probably would have ended up in a similar situation to Tang Ya.

At this moment, Tang Ya, who was having dinner with Bei Bei and Huo Yuhao in a restaurant, was experiencing a completely different scene.

The diary entries, such as "Beibei patted my shoulder like a dog" and the last sentence, "a rotten person, rotten to the core," seem to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

She felt a buzzing in her head, her blood rushed to her head, her vision went black, her body went limp, and she fell straight to the side.

With lightning speed, Beibei reached out and caught her as she fell. Touching her pale face, her brows furrowed instantly: "Xiaoya? Xiaoya, what's wrong?"

Huo Yuhao also quickly stood up from his seat, his face showing just the right amount of panic and worry, pretending to be flustered as he tried to step forward to help.

Beibei, however, held the unconscious Tang Ya in her arms and gently shook her head, her voice filled with unconcealed melancholy: "No need. Xiao Ya hasn't been feeling well lately. I'll take her to a quiet place to rest and let her calm down."

Huo Yuhao nodded quickly, his worry showing on his face, and said sincerely, "Brother Beibei, don't worry about taking care of Sister Tang Ya. I can go to the academy to register by myself. We originally planned to go together, but I didn't expect this to happen. If anything happens, please send me a message."

Bei Bei didn't say anything more, and hurriedly left the restaurant with Tang Ya in her arms, leaving Huo Yuhao alone.

He stood still, the panic on his face slowly fading, and turned to walk towards Shrek Academy, while simultaneously communicating with the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm in his spiritual sea.

"Brother Tianmeng, did you feel it just now? Tang Ya's condition is really strange. She was fine a second ago, how could she suddenly be so shocked that she fainted?"

Tianmeng Bingcan's voice rang in his mind, carrying an unprecedented solemnity: "This little girl is definitely not faking it, but I just scanned the surroundings and didn't detect any interference from external mental energy at all. It's very strange."

Huo Yuhao frowned, his steps unwavering as he walked along the street toward Shrek Academy: "Do you think someone might have secretly used some kind of mental magic to instill in her some message that could cause her to break down?"

For example, perhaps someone from the Tang Clan came knocking on her door again, or it's related to her parents' past? Otherwise, there's no way to explain her sudden emotional breakdown.

"It makes sense in theory, but it's impossible in practice."

Tianmeng Bingcan's voice carried a hint of hesitation, "Even a Title Douluo-level mental-type Soul Master would find it impossible to pull such a trick under my nose without being discovered."

Even assuming someone is that powerful, why would they bother targeting a young girl? What would they gain?

The two analyzed the situation as they walked, but couldn't come to a reliable conclusion. In the end, they could only keep the matter to themselves for the time being.

Huo Yuhao walked all the way to the entrance of Shrek Academy, took out the recommendation letter from Tang Sect, and handed it over.

After completing a series of enrollment procedures, Huo Yuhao quickly arrived at the new student dormitory building with his dormitory number tag in hand.

Chapter 52 Lin Ye: Tang San's seal is quite heavy

Just as he stood still, Tianmeng Bingcan's voice suddenly rang in his mind, then instantly lowered to the lowest level: "Yuhao! Don't look around! That old man on the recliner by the door is not simple!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm fell silent.

Huo Yuhao's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly suppressed all his strange feelings, putting on a bewildered and harmless new student look.

He walked respectfully to the recliner, bowed deeply to Moon who had his eyes closed, and said in a well-behaved and polite voice, "Hello, Grandpa, I am a new student here today. May I ask which way to the freshman dormitory?"

Mu En slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy gaze sweeping over Huo Yuhao, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This little guy looks only eleven or twelve years old, but he is very calm and composed. The way he concealed his aura just now is something that many adult soul masters cannot do.

However, he didn't ask any further questions. He pointed to the dormitory building next door and said calmly, "Go inside."

"Thank you, grandpa."

Huo Yuhao bowed respectfully again before turning and walking in the direction Mu En pointed. He only breathed a sigh of relief after turning the corner and making sure he was out of the old man's sight.

Huo Yuhao immediately called out to Tianmeng Ice Silkworm in his mind: "Brother Tianmeng, who exactly was that old man? Why did he scare you like that?"

Tianmeng Bingcan's voice finally came out again, still carrying a hint of lingering fear: "I dare not inquire about the specific level, for fear of being discovered by him, but this old guy is definitely a Title Douluo or higher, and there is a high probability that he is even a Super Douluo!"

What's wrong with Shrek Academy? Sending a Super Douluo to guard the freshman dormitory? Are they crazy?

"Super Douluo?!"

Huo Yuhao's eyes widened instantly, and he even paused in his tracks. "A Super Douluo is a big figure standing at the top of the entire continent. Why would he come here to guard the freshmen dormitory?"

"Pshaw, what's so strange about that?"

Tianmeng Bingcan sneered, "The freshman dormitory is full of immature brats. It is the place in the entire academy where mistakes are most likely to occur and where people are most likely to take advantage."

Sending a top expert to keep things under control is perfectly normal. Besides, Shrek Academy is full of hidden talents; it's not surprising.

Huo Yuhao nodded in deep agreement, keeping these words firmly in mind, and strode towards the dormitory building.

On the other side, Lin Ye and Wang Dong'er had just finished eating and were taking a leisurely stroll.

Although Lin Ye was only twelve years old, he was already tall and slender, and many female classmates who passed by couldn't help but turn around to steal a glance.

Lin Ye walked at a leisurely pace, pondering whether to visit the college library.

Wang Dong'er, walking beside him, didn't say much the whole way. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and she was still replaying the contents of Lin Ye's diary in her mind, especially the paragraphs about Tang Ya and the Tang Clan.

Tang Ya, Holy Spirit Cult, slaughter, whitewashing, Super Douluo... these words kept swirling in her mind.

She didn't know much about the Tang Clan, but an inexplicable bond made her pay special attention to the name.

After hesitating for a long time, Wang Dong'er finally couldn't help but speak, breaking the silence between the two.

"Lin Ye, do you know about the Tang Clan?"

Lin Ye didn't stop walking, and his face didn't show any extra expression. He casually replied, his tone nonchalant, as if he were talking about something extremely ordinary: "Of course I know, the famous Tang Sect. How many Soul Masters on the entire continent don't know about it?"

That's absolutely true. Even with the rapid development of soul tools, the Tang Clan's hidden weapons have long lost their former glory of sweeping across the continent, and in actual combat, few people are even willing to use them anymore.

However, the name "Tang Clan" remains a household name in the world of Soul Masters.

Just like those towering landmark buildings, even if you have no idea what's inside, you've definitely heard of them.

The Tang Clan is currently in this awkward situation: its reputation is ridiculously high, but its internal structure is already empty.

Wang Dong'er shook her head, looked up at Lin Ye, and added, "That's not what I'm asking. I mean, do you know the current situation of the Tang Sect?"

Lin Ye glanced at her suspiciously.

He thought to himself that Wang Dong'er's sudden question was most likely due to Tang San's mental imprint.

Even if her memories are sealed now, the bond in her blood will not disappear.

However, he showed no sign of surprise. Instead, he feigned curiosity and asked, "Why are you suddenly asking about this? Are you very interested in the Tang Clan?"

Wang Dong'er pursed her lips, not answering his question directly, but urging him, "Tell me first, what do you think of the Tang Sect now?"

Lin Ye pretended to ponder for a moment, then gave a four-word evaluation, crisp and concise, without the slightest hesitation: "A dying struggle."

This answer actually coincided with Wang Dong'er's vague premonition.

Although she hadn't delved into the details, she had heard many rumors about the Tang Sect's current state: the sect was declining, disciples were few, and it had long lost the grand spectacle of thousands of sects coming to pay homage in the past.

She nodded slightly, her tone carrying a hint of something unsettling: "I also think that the Tang Sect is... really on the verge of collapse."

Looking at her like this, Lin Ye immediately understood.

Sure enough, even though Tang San sealed her memories tightly and imposed a bunch of messy restrictions on her, her concern for the Tang Sect was still etched into her bones.

He rolled his eyes, feigning ignorance, and asked her, "Why are you so concerned about the Tang Clan?"

His words, ostensibly born of youthful curiosity, were in fact a subtle test.

He wanted to see just how far Tang San had gone in his mental manipulation of Wang Dong'er.

Aside from preventing her from touching the soul tool, is it possible that this girl would rush in recklessly whenever the Tang Clan is in danger?

Wang Dong'er was taken aback by his question and instinctively wanted to refute it, but the words just wouldn't come out.

She didn't know why, but whenever she heard the words "Tang Clan," she would feel inexplicably drawn to them, as if something was pulling her along.

She frowned, avoiding Lin Ye's gaze, and vaguely replied, "Nothing, just asking casually. After all, the Tang Sect was once the number one sect on the continent, and it's a bit disheartening to see it like this now."

"Besides, our Haotian Sect and the Tang Sect are brother sects. Is it alright for me to show some concern for the Tang Sect?"

Wang Dong'er snorted coldly, looking arrogant.

"Oh? Really? Then do you know who the current leader of the Tang Clan is? How many disciples does the Tang Clan have? How many elders does the Tang Clan have?"

Lin Ye became interested and deliberately showed an interested expression on his face, like a well-behaved student asking a teacher for advice.

At the same time, he also sighed, judging from Wang Dong'er's appearance, the seal Tang San placed on her was quite heavy.