In Douluo Continent, I am the mastermind behind the scenes.

Chapter 95. Ever since the appearance of the Tang God King, nine out of ten years have been barren!

For a moment, Long Xiaoyao felt a headache coming on. He really couldn't offer enough to make A Ying loyal. It would be a pity to kill her directly. Such a genius soul master who could perfectly disguise himself as anyone was too rare. If he were deployed on the battlefield, he might have a miraculous effect.

Long Xiaoyao is no longer the Long Xiaoyao from the original story. Having been a member of the Sea God Pavilion for over two hundred years, his thoughts and personality have been more or less influenced by Shrek Academy's ideology. In his mind, no matter how disappointing the Sea God Pavilion is, he still hopes that the Sea God Pavilion and Shrek Academy can continue to exist.

Moreover, Yan Shaozhe's talent is so poor it's suffocating. He's almost a hundred years old, and his cultivation level is still hovering around level ninety-five. He only recently touched the threshold of level ninety-six. With this level of strength, it's difficult for him to protect himself in this chaotic world.

While he and Mu En are still able to move, let's leave a team for Yan Shaozhe. It's just that A Ying... sigh! Even if we get her pregnant with Yan Shaozhe's child, it won't work. This person's personality is too pure. She only has the goal of becoming a god. Simple moral blackmail won't work on her.

Wait, is becoming a god all you care about?

Doesn't that mean that even the Sun Moon Empire can't make Aying loyal?

Thinking of this, Long Xiaoyao's eyes lit up. Since Aying was an extremely pure person, and her taking Ma Xiaotao's identity was simply to obtain the corresponding resources, why not... spare her life? In order to maintain his position in the Sea God Pavilion, he would definitely spare no effort to fight against the Sun Moon Empire, thus becoming a knife of the Sea God Pavilion, a sharp blade that is almost impossible to harm its master.

Long Xiaoyao's decision seemed reasonable, but in reality... it had endless consequences. To put it bluntly, Long Xiaoyao's vision was too narrow. He didn't know that another extremely pure person had almost refined the entire Soul Clan in order to become a Dou Di.

If one day someone tells Aying that she can become a god through killing, she wouldn't mind slaughtering the entire Sea God Pavilion!

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The Douluo Continent was shrouded in gloom, but it couldn't dampen the good spirits of the Tang Clan's eight members. After handing over the Tang Clan's assets, the group rode a hand-operated tractor, and under Cai Meier's covert protection, slowly drove out of Shrek City.

Hmm... a group of Soul Masters, especially four young and beautiful female Soul Masters dressed in various styles of dresses, sitting on the back of a hand-operated tractor, the scene... was indescribably beautiful.

However, the Tang Clan members did not have that strange feeling. Compared to horse-drawn carriages, hand-held tractors did not need to eat grass or be fed. They only needed to carry enough fuel. The cargo box was specially made and could be folded into a miniature toolbox-sized object for storage, which greatly facilitated everyone's travel.

At this stage, the hand-held tractor is not fast, almost as fast as a horse-drawn carriage. The eight members of the Tang Clan are not in a hurry to travel. They are out to gain experience, not to be in a hurry to be reborn. It is indeed necessary for them to see the world.

Converted to Earth's calendar, it's roughly May in the north, the busy farming season. Farmers are moving around in their fields, using high-tech machines to plant rice. It seems very easy, but... these young people, who are only in their twenties, look incredibly old, like middle-aged people in their forties or fifties.

After waiting for a long time until noon, the eight members of the Tang Clan approached the farmers with food and started a conversation. However, the farmers clearly didn't like them. With no other option, they went to the village chief, who was clearing weeds by the pond.

The village chief was a young man with an extremely robust build, his waist measuring three and a half feet. Even so, he transformed into a nimble fat man, strolling along the narrow pond bank... Clearly, he was a Soul Master of considerable strength.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao quickly stepped forward and handed over an earthenware jar containing canned fruit. "We are disciples from a large family who have come out for training. Seeing how fast you walk, Village Chief, you must be a Soul Master, so we thought we'd come over to say hello and ask you a few questions. Is that alright?"

The village chief took the earthenware jar, tore off the mud seal, opened the lid, and, with his mouth wide open, swallowed all the canned fruit inside, right under Huo Yuhao's gaze.

The village chief held the earthenware pot in his hand and said thoughtfully, "Not bad, not bad at all. I'll take it to the pawnshop and get five silver soul coins. Perfect for treating the villagers tonight. For the sake of the pot, I can chat with you for half an hour."

Huo Yuhao: "..."

Before Huo Yuhao could speak, Mo Lian suddenly stepped forward, cupped her hands towards the village chief's position, and said, "Village chief, judging from your age, you shouldn't be very old. With your weight... no, your physique, it shouldn't be difficult for you to find a guard job in a Soul Master family. So why are you holed up in a small village as a mere village chief?"

"The reason might upset you. Do you really want to hear it?" the village chief said solemnly.

The eight members of the Tang Clan nodded in agreement. They were very curious: why would a Soul Master give up his current aristocratic life to do such a "lowly" job?

The village chief said calmly, "I come from Shenhun Village. Eleven years ago, a deacon from the Spirit Hall came to our village to awaken the spirits of eligible children for free... Heh, doesn't that sound ridiculous? After the Spirit Hall was destroyed, Shenhun Village, which raised Tang Shenwang, has never produced a single work-study student since!"

"You want me, Sun Ling, to serve as a lackey of the Sea God Tang San? Hmph! Don't even think about it!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Ya was immediately displeased. She quickly stepped out from the crowd, faced Sun Ling, and argued forcefully, "What do you, a mere village chief, know? Ten thousand years ago, the Spirit Hall clearly intended to destroy the Douluo Continent. It was only through the Sea God Pavilion's extraordinary efforts that the Douluo Continent was saved from the Spirit Hall's clutches. The fact that you are alive and standing here speaking to me is entirely due to the Sea God's grace. What are you yelling about here for?"

"Say what you will, you can kill me if you want, I'm too lazy to argue with you."

As she spoke, Sun Ling returned to the field and continued weeding.

As a member of the farmers' association, Sun Ling not only serves as the village chief, but is also responsible for awakening martial souls for eligible villagers free of charge. Knowing that his existence would infringe on the interests of some people, he had long since disregarded life and death.

Even if one Sun Ling dies, there will be thousands upon thousands more Sun Lings. Everyone deserves a chance to advance in rank. The Sea God Pavilion and Shrek Academy have no right to deprive them of this right. Victory belongs to the Spirit Hall and to the millions of ordinary people!

Tang Ya was furious and rushed forward, intending to strangle the remnant of the Spirit Hall. Huo Yuhao quickly blocked her way.

(End of this chapter)