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

Nuoyi City, Inn.

A muffled thud.

Ning Dagang, who had fainted, was casually tossed into a corner of the inn's private room by Zhao Wuji, who treated him like a broken sack.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered. Several Shrek Academy students sat around a round table, listening to Yu Xiaogang retell the information they had just extracted from him through interrogation.

"Innate full soul power level 20... Hexagonal Haotian Hammer."

Ma Hongjun swallowed hard, looking down at his chubby hands. Oscar and Dai Mubai also frowned, their faces grim. It turned out that the true starting line for geniuses was level twenty; this innate gap inevitably instilled a sense of defeat in these arrogant monsters.

However, amidst this oppressive atmosphere, a subtle glint appeared in the depths of Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

She did not feel defeated; instead, she saw a glimmer of hope for survival.

In her original world, due to the cruel royal rules of the Star Luo Empire, which were like raising poisonous insects, if she and Dai Mubai were to lose, their only fate would be death. Escape, desperate struggle, and evading Zhu Zhuyun's pursuit—that was her entire life before.

However, in this world, the throne of the Star Luo Empire can be inherited by either men or women.

Dai Zhuqing, the princess who shone brightly in the Advanced Soul Master Competition, is the best proof of this.

Zhu Zhuqing's fingers curled slightly inside her sleeve, her heart pounding. If she could find a way to contact Dai Zhuqing, or simply live a completely anonymous life in this world and never return to her original one, wouldn't she be truly free?

Without the pressure of family and the inevitable fate of death, wouldn't it be more carefree to live alone?

She glanced at her teammates, who were sighing and lamenting, but said nothing. At this point in Shrek Academy, no one cared about her fate.

"Alright, stop looking so dejected." Yu Xiaogang tapped his fingers twice on the table to bring everyone back to their senses. "The most urgent task right now is to find a way to take over Haotian Palace."

He looked at Flander: "There are only a few of us, and we are powerless in this world. We can't survive without a powerful backer."

Flander adjusted his glasses and nodded in agreement: "Indeed. And among our group, there is only one breakthrough that can open the door to the Haotian Palace."

All eyes turned to Tang San.

Tang San sat at the table, his left hand slightly raised. A flash of dark light appeared, and the Clear Sky Hammer was already in his palm. He ran his fingertips over the surface of the hammerhead inch by inch; the touch was cold and smooth.

There are no sharp edges, no so-called six sharp points of force, weight, vibration, etc.

Tang San examined the hammer again and again, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. He had countless blueprints for hidden weapons and poison formulas from the Tang Sect in his mind, but he had absolutely no clue about the evolution of martial souls. This was something completely beyond his comprehension; trying to figure it out on his own was utterly futile.

"Let's go straight to the Papal Palace."

Yu Xiaogang's sudden remark was like a bomb dropped into a calm lake.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"Go to the Papal Palace? Who are you looking for?" Zhao Wuji's eyes widened.

"Find Bibi Yin." Yu Xiaogang's voice was completely flat.

Even Tang San was stunned. The other students exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with shock.

To the lair of Haotian Palace?

Flander's expression changed, and he stepped forward, lowering his voice: "Xiao Gang, isn't this too hasty? We're just going to their door without any connections, what if..."

"No, we're not without a foundation." Yu Xiaogang turned around, his gaze coldly sweeping over Ning Dagang, who was lying unconscious in the corner. "We're just going to find Bibi Yin. With Ning Dagang as our trump card, even if she wants to make a move, she definitely won't kill us right away."

The students were even more confused.

Ma Hongjun scratched his head and looked at the middle-aged man whose face was bruised and swollen. What kind of trump card was this lowly Great Soul Master, just scraping by in a remote little town? Why could he make the high and mighty Pope hesitate to act against him?

But Flanders understood.

He gave Yu Xiaogang a deep look, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes behind his glasses. He was well aware of the ill-fated relationship between Yu Xiaogang and the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall. Since this world was a reflection, then Ning Dagang must hold an untouchable and special place in Bibi Yin's heart.

"Are we really going to take this step?" Flander took a deep breath and asked again to confirm.

"We have no other choice." Yu Xiaogang put his hands behind his back.

"Whether it's the mistress's martial spirit or the future of our group, we all have to get past her eventually."

Tang San sat in his original position, slowly closing his five fingers and retracting the Clear Sky Hammer back into his body.

He didn't object; in fact, deep down, he supported the decision. Rather than wandering aimlessly like a headless fly, it was better to venture directly into the lion's den. Since Pope Bibi Yin ruled the Haotian Palace, she definitely knew its secrets. Fortune favors the bold; what did a little risk matter if he could obtain the method for evolving his martial soul?

"Then it's settled." Tang San stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "We'll set off for Haotian City first thing tomorrow morning."

Seeing that the situation was settled, no one objected anymore and they all dispersed to their rooms to rest.

Soon, only Yu Xiaogang was left in the room.

The cold wind made the windows creak. Yu Xiaogang walked to the corner and looked down at Ning Dagang, who was slumped on the ground like a dead dog.

His eyes, hidden beneath the mask, flickered with a strange, manic madness in the dim light.

The third brother's martial spirit encountered an opportunity for evolution. And what about him?

Yu Xiaogang had been tormented for half his life by the useless martial soul "Luo Sanpao," becoming a laughingstock of the world. The man before him had a similar face and a similar fate, except that his martial soul had become "Luo Sipao."

Since the martial soul is mutated, does Ning Dagang also have a partially mutated bloodline of the same origin hidden deep within his body?

If he could unearth this shared bloodline... wouldn't Yu Xiaogang also have a chance to shed his reputation as a waste and advance further?

Shura Island, inside the courtyard.

No sooner had Qian Xunji left than Qian Daoliu had his maid bring his youngest daughter, Qian Xunxi, back to him.

He had barely sat down on the stone bench, his backside still warm, when the space in the center of the courtyard twisted again. A pitch-black spatial rift tore open without warning, and then several young figures filed out of the rift, landing steadily on the bluestone slab.

Qian Daoliu was stunned.

But he was, after all, a peerless Douluo, and he understood whose handiwork it was just by glancing at the spatial rift.

"I just left and then sent you all here again." Qian Daoliu sighed helplessly, his gaze sweeping over the group of children. "Ji'er sent you, didn't she? What is it?"