Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Moreover, Salas would never associate such evil methods with a universally acknowledged useless martial soul master and Tang San, who possessed a Blue Silver Grass martial soul.

Lacking concrete evidence, Salas could only snort coldly, turn around and order the Spirit Hall to conduct a city-wide search for the so-called "fallen soul masters," before turning and leaving. Seeing this, the Heaven Dou royal family could only make a perfunctory record and gradually withdraw.

The crisis seemed to have been glossed over by Yu Xiaogang's few words.

The Shrek members were all immersed in the regret of losing a powerful ally, and no one noticed Tyrone standing in a secluded corner of the courtyard.

Tyrion hung his head, silent. Those around him assumed the young lord of the Power Clan was overwhelmed with grief and in a daze. But in reality, he remained silent because he knew better than anyone else present how Titan had died.

A few days ago, he watched his grandfather grow weaker day by day, even coughing up black blood, and doubts began to fill his mind. After being scolded and kicked out of the house by his grandfather, he didn't truly back down. That night, he secretly followed his grandfather.

He felt that Titan must have discovered him, but hadn't revealed it, so he followed his increasingly doubtful path to the abandoned wooden house.

Through the cracks in the wooden planks, he saw the truth.

He saw the "young master," whom his grandfather revered as a god and swore to serve to the death, piercing his grandfather's body with dark purple vines. He also saw the "master," who usually spoke of benevolence and morality, greedily absorbing the extracted power.

At that moment, Tyrone's mind was filled with a roar, and he wished he could smash the wooden door and fight those two beasts to the death!

But he stubbornly endured it.

Tailong wasn't stupid; he knew he was only a Soul Master in his thirties. If he had rushed in then, facing Tang San's endless stream of hidden weapons and Yu Xiaogang, he wouldn't have even made a ripple; he would have simply lost his life.

More importantly, if Tang San insisted on killing him, what would his grandfather choose? This question forced Tai Long to calm down.

So he ran away. Like an insect that couldn't stand the light, he huddled in a dark corner, watching helplessly as his most beloved grandfather was drained dry.

At this moment, listening to Yu Xiaogang's shameless lies and watching Tang San wiping away tears, Tailong felt his stomach churning and felt nauseous.

"Young Master... what a fine young master..."

He didn't confront them on the spot. Salas wouldn't convict him based solely on his word, and Tang San and Yu Xiaogang had a million ways to smear him, or even turn the tables on him.

He is powerless to do anything now; he can only wait.

He only needed one opportunity, a fatal opportunity to completely nail Tang San and Yu Xiaogang to the pillar of shame, to ruin their reputations and condemn them to eternal damnation!

Until then, he will continue to play the role of the simple-minded young master of the Power Clan, even if it means kneeling before his enemies!

........

As night deepened, the lights in Tiandou City gradually went out.

A faint golden shadow silently infiltrated the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy.

Yue Guan concealed his aura. He had rushed to Tian Dou City overnight on the secret orders of Pope Bibi Dong, with only one purpose: to find out about the boy named "Qian San" and the secrets of this mysterious Tian Dou Royal Second Team.

Yue Guan's spiritual power was like an invisible net, quietly covering this courtyard.

"As expected, there are several powerful auras..."

Yue Guan sneered inwardly. His senses were incredibly sharp; he instantly detected the five Soul Douluos. They were three elders of the Heaven Dou Teaching Committee, as well as Franya and Zhao Youji.

Five Soul Douluos of level 80 or above joining forces would indeed be an impregnable fortress in the eyes of ordinary people, but for Yue Guan, as long as he doesn't get bogged down in a protracted battle, if he wants to leave, these five people can't stop him.

Just as Yue Guan was preparing to conduct further investigation, a sudden change occurred.

A green, poisonous mist, filled with a pungent, sweet-smelling odor, seeped out of the shadows to his left without warning. Immediately afterward, the figure of an elderly man with a full head of green hair blocked his path.

"Old Chrysanthemum, a dignified elder of the Spirit Hall, brazenly spying on us in the middle of the night at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy—what are your intentions?"

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, his emerald green eyes fixed on Yue Guan, the nine spirit rings around him faintly visible.

Despite being discovered by his old rival, Yue Guan remained largely unfazed. He casually flicked away a wisp of poisonous mist that drifted in front of him with a delicate, orchid-like gesture, and chuckled in a sinister tone:

"Old poisoner, what are you so nervous about? I'm not here for you today. The score between us from back then isn't settled yet, but you'd better not meddle in my business tonight and don't rush up here to your death."

Dugu Bo's expression was cold and stern, showing no sign of backing down: "As long as you don't harbor any improper thoughts here, I naturally won't bother with you. But if you have ill intentions and want to harm the children in this courtyard, then I will absolutely not allow it."

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and couldn't help but let out a sharp, cold snort: "You? You old poisoner, don't flatter yourself. If it really comes down to it, you can't beat me; you'll only be suppressed by me."

Having his weakness exposed so directly, Dugu Bo fell silent for a moment. He knew Yue Guan was telling the truth; the difference between a level 92 and a level 95 opponent was considerable.

But Dugu Bo coldly replied, "So what if I can't beat them? I have no choice. I'm only doing what I'm entrusted with. Even if it means we both suffer heavy losses and I poison half of Tiandou City, you won't get away unscathed."

Yue Guan frowned slightly.

He came tonight with a secret order from the Pope to gather intelligence, and he definitely didn't want to cause too much of a commotion in Tiandou City. If he were to fight Dugu Bo here, it would surely alert the royal family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yue Guan suppressed his urge to attack and went straight to the point: "Enough nonsense. Tell me, what's the background of that kid named Qian San? Give me a truthful account of his origins. Once I get the information I want, I'll leave."

Dugu Bo's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought to himself, "As expected." The Spirit Hall's noses are really sharp; they've already spotted Qian San so quickly.

He remained expressionless and casually replied, "Qian San? He's just a commoner with slightly better talent. He's fifteen years old this year, and his martial soul is the Blue Silver Spider, a useless martial soul like the Blue Silver Grass."

As you know from the competition a few days ago, my playing style was a bit too aggressive, and I managed to snag that perennial fourth-round score. Is that all? What, even the mighty Papal Palace is envious?