Douluo: The Dragon King - I Planted the Divine Tree in Douluo.

"Emm..."

Looking at the blank screen on the Soul Guidance TV, Su Mo clicked her tongue with slight regret, unable to see Tang Wulin's current state.

If we could see Tang Wulin's current appearance clearly, we might be able to uncover more of his secrets.

However, Su Mo quickly stretched lazily and muttered to himself nonchalantly, "Oh well, I'll be joining Tang Wulin's group next semester anyway, so I'll have plenty of opportunities to find out more."

Su Mo casually turned off the soul-guided television, turned to Leng Yulai, and asked casually, "By the way, Yulai, why didn't the Dark Hummingbird personally take action this time?"

If the Dark Hummingbird had come in person, Tang San would have suffered heavy losses even if he had logged in, instead of having the crisis resolved so easily by Wu Changkong.

Leng Yulai, who was focused on peeling grapes for Su Mo, paused for a moment, then said softly, "Lord, that idiot Hummingbird received orders from the Ghost Emperor on his way to Tian Dou City and changed course halfway to assassinate Ling Zichen, the chief scientist of the Tang Sect."

"Oh?"

Su Mo raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise on his face. "Does that woman with the big butt really have that much talent in scientific research? That she can actually make the Holy Spirit Cult so wary of her."

It should be noted that the highest cultivation level among Ling Zichen's group was only Soul Saint, and Ling Zichen himself was an ordinary person with no physical strength.

Who is the Dark Hummingbird?

The leader of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Holy Spirit Cult, a Super Douluo with a cultivation level of 98 and a three-word battle armor!

The fact that such a prominent figure was tasked with assassinating an ordinary person demonstrates the importance the Holy Spirit Cult places on Ling Zichen.

Leng Yulai shook her head. "This subordinate didn't investigate thoroughly."

"This was a request that suddenly came from the Spirit Pagoda; the Holy Spirit Cult is only responsible for carrying it out."

"The Spirit Pagoda?"

Su Mo smiled, a playful look on his face. "It seems that Douluo Continent is about to descend into chaos, and our opportunity is just around the corner."

Su Mo was pleased to see the Spirit Pagoda using the Holy Spirit Cult to weaken the Tang Clan.

If the major powers of Douluo Continent continue to maintain a superficial peace, then my future plan to plant the Divine Tree will definitely face considerable resistance.

But now, as the Spirit Pagoda can no longer suppress its ambitions, it has resorted to the double-edged sword of the Holy Spirit Cult.

The undercurrents hidden beneath the surface of peace are finally about to surge once again.

The power structure of Douluo Continent is about to undergo another major reshuffle, just like it did ten thousand years ago.

"Yu Lai, I need to trouble you again to bring me some of Ling Zichen's body tissue."

After thinking for a moment, Su Mo gave instructions to Leng Yulai.

Upon hearing Su Mo's request to retrieve Ling Zichen's body tissues, Leng Yulai understood and asked, "Lord, do you intend to resurrect her using the Impure World Reincarnation technique?"

"Um!"

Su Mo nodded noncommittally, "I am somewhat concerned about what she said yesterday."

Su Mo was still somewhat curious about what Ling Zichen had told her yesterday.

Even knowing that she had overdrawn her life force, Ling Zichen still dared to confidently tell herself that she had a way to keep herself alive.

It is important to know that in the Douluo Continent, once life force is overdrawn, there is no way to replenish it unless one makes a major breakthrough in cultivation and raises the level of life by one level.

If there really is a way to replenish depleted life force on the Douluo Continent, Zhenhua would definitely be the first to know about it.

As the only master craftsman of his time, Zhenhua, who possessed countless connections, retired early from the front lines despite being in his prime.

The reason for this is that Zhenhua overdrawn too much of his life force when he created the four-word battle armor in his youth, so he has to stop now.

Even the most revered master craftsmen could not replenish their depleted life force, let alone others.

Therefore, Su Mo was quite interested in Ling Zichen.

If it weren't for the fact that Ling Zichen was the chief scientist of the Tang Sect, and that his disappearance would definitely attract a strong investigation from the Tang Sect, Su Mo would have already found a way to keep Ling Zichen here.

Now that the Holy Spirit Church is taking the blame for him, he naturally wants to make good use of this opportunity.

"My lord, I shall leave for a while."

Leng Yulai changed into an outer garment that completely covered her perfect figure, and looked at Su Mo with eyes full of reluctance.

"Go."

Su Mo nodded.

But before leaving, Leng Yulai made a very bold decision, leaning down to plant a fierce kiss on Su Mo's lips.

The moment their lips touched, Leng Yulai's heart pounded with excitement, as if it were about to leap out of her throat, and her pretty face turned as red as a ripe apple.

Before Su Mo could react, Leng Yulai fled like a startled rabbit.

Looking in the direction where Leng Yulai disappeared, Su Mo touched his lips, which still felt faintly warm, and shook his head helplessly.

For Leng Yulai, this infatuated woman who is completely devoted to him, he couldn't think of a better reward than satisfying her.

Hehehe~

On her way from Su Mo's villa to the location where the Dark Hummingbird ambushed Ling Zichen, Leng Yulai couldn't help but smile, occasionally letting out a silly laugh.

The moment his lips touched Su Mo's just now kept replaying in his mind.

Although she had taken advantage of her past meetings with Su Mo to make unwanted advances.

But at most, it's just taking advantage of others, kissing their cheeks and foreheads, which is completely different from that real "kiss" just now.

"My Lord, my sweet and soft Lord!!!"

After savoring the feeling of kissing Su Mo again, Leng Yulai couldn't help but squeeze her legs together.

……

Tang Clan's Tian Dou City Branch.

Tang Wulin, who had fainted, lay quietly on an antique wooden bed.

The bedposts, carved with cloud patterns and flying dragons, exuded a faint sandalwood fragrance. The wind from outside blew in through the openwork wooden lattice window, but it could not dispel the tense atmosphere in the room.

On the bed, Tang Wulin, who had fainted, had cold sweat on his forehead and his chest heaving violently, as if he were suffering unimaginable pain.

The once slender and powerful arms have now completely transformed into dragon claws covered in golden scales, each scale shimmering with a chilling golden light.

His youthful face contorted in agony, and a low, beast-like growl escaped his lips.

Beside the bed, a short, stout old man was sitting upright.

The old man's head was so shiny it could almost reflect his image, and his brows held an unusual composure and authority.

The old man was none other than Zhao Song, one of the three hall masters of the outer hall of the Tang Sect, a level 95 super Douluo of the offensive type, and the leader of the Tang Sect's Tiandou City branch.

After Wu Changkong dialed the Tang Sect's distress call, Zhao Song was the first to arrive at the scene and took Wu Changkong and the unconscious Tang Wulin back to the Tang Sect's branch in Tiandou City.

"Old Zhao, what exactly happened to Wu Lin?"

Seeing Tang Wulin's pained expression, Wu Changkong could no longer suppress his panic. He turned to Zhao Song beside him, his tone urgent to the point of near losing his composure.

Zhao Song remained silent for a moment, then raised his hand to rub his shiny forehead, his brows furrowed as if he were carefully considering his words.

"Chang Kong... your student is most likely suffering from the backlash of the bloodline within him."

"Bloodline backlash?"

Wu Changkong was stunned, his face filled with disbelief. "Isn't bloodline something we're born with? How could it backfire?"

"this……"

Zhao Song's eyes flickered, and his tone became hesitant and stammering.

Wu Changkong urged anxiously, "Please tell me quickly! Wu Lin is a disciple of our Tang Clan."