Douluo Continent: The Butterfly, Starting from the Authority of Death

"It seems things are not simple."

Xia Die, who was fiddling with the soul tool and analyzing its magic array, suddenly stopped.

"What happened?" Wang Xian'er asked curiously.

She knew that Xia Die always had some strange abilities, and it was even uncertain whether they were soul skills.

"The Netherworld Butterfly that monitors the mortal realm, send back the information."

"Jing Hongchen has connections with the Holy Spirit Cult."

"What?"

Wang Xian'er jumped up from her seat, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Although Jing Hongchen was beaten like a dog by himself, it was because his life attribute was countered by the soul tool.

If I ignore this, I might win, but it won't be so easy.

The head of Mingde Hall is actually involved with the Holy Spirit Cult.

Is that correct?

"The Holy Spirit Cult gave him a spiritual herb with both ice and fire attributes," Xia Die said calmly.

"I see." Wang Xian'er frowned. "If I remember correctly, the Mirror Red Dust Martial Soul does not have the aura of fire or ice attributes."

"Could it be for forging a soul tool?"

The soul tools of the Sun Moon Empire far surpass those of the Douluo Three Kingdoms.

Wang Xian'er wasn't a Soul Master, but watching Xia Die handle these things, and with her own two hundred years of experience, she could see the difference between these high-level Soul Tools and the Soul Tools of the Star Luo Empire.

As a support Soul Master, she used to carry a Soul Guidance Device with her to protect herself.

Otherwise, Xue Chen would probably have succeeded in those two assassination attempts back then.

"It shouldn't be about crafting soul tools." Xia Die shook her head. "Elder Wang, do you remember what Shangguan Wei'er mentioned at the auction?"

"For my granddaughter!?" Wang Xian'er realized.

"That's right, the Zhu Qing Ice Toad martial soul might have some flaws."

"Jing Hongchen cannot guarantee whether we have used up both spiritual herbs before cooperating with the Holy Spirit Sect."

"I think that's more likely."

"Isn't he worried that the Holy Spirit Cult might change its mind?" Wang Xian'er asked, puzzled.

If a demonic master had morality, he wouldn't be a demonic master. It's common for them to abandon their allies after they've served their purpose. Not everyone is like Zhang Peng, who can stick to a promise for so long.

"Who knows, the message sent back by the Netherworld Butterfly shows..."

"The Holy Spirit Cult has already paid the fee, and the one who came was a Title Douluo with considerable strength."

Xia Die had long suspected that the Sun Moon Empire and the Holy Spirit Cult were connected.

In the original story, when the Holy Spirit Cult kidnapped Ma Xiaotao, Jing Hongchen had already made contact with the high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult. At that time, it had not long after the Star Luo Soul Master Competition ended.

It seems that this incident led to the fall of Dragon God Douluo Mu En.

"By the way, the evil spirit master who contacted Jing Hongchen knows Zhang Peng and also knows that we came to Mingdu through the Xishui Alliance."

"What?"

The shocking news about Xia Die made Wang Xian'er lose her composure.

Wang Xian'er had learned about the strength of the Holy Spirit Cult from Xia Die and Zhang Peng.

There are two level 99 titled Douluo, and there are probably several level 98 and 97 ones as well.

Zhang Peng, from the class of '96, is not even in the top five in terms of ability.

This strength far surpasses that of Shrek Academy, the number one academy on the continent.

Thinking of this, Wang Xian'er felt a chill run down her spine: "Miss, do you think we shouldn't have come here? The Sun Moon Empire looks like the headquarters of evil soul masters."

"I have contacted Zhang Peng and am preparing to silence this account."

Wang Xian'er: "..."

"But before that, there's one more thing we need to do."

"What is it?"

Wang Xian'er was having some trouble keeping up with Xia Die's train of thought.

"Control the Mirror of Mortal World".

"I still have a lot to learn about soul tools; they might be useful."

"hiss--"

Wang Xian'er gasped.

So, Xia Die didn't let her fully heal Jing Hongchen because of this?

Thinking of Xia Die's spiritual power, and then considering that Jing Hongchen was only a level 93 Title Douluo.

The plan seems feasible!

"But your strength is probably insufficient," Wang Xian'er said worriedly.

"Jing Hongchen's soul guide bracelet has yielded quite a few items."

"For example, this one."

Xia Die took out a soul tool that looked like a bottle but had golden patterns on it.

"What is this?" Wang Xian'er blinked.

While treating Jing Hongchen, Wang Xian'er stole Jing Hongchen's storage soul tool.

She didn't even look at it before tossing it to Xia Die.

Anyway, Wang Xian'er felt that Xia Die must have a way to remove the mark from the soul tool.

Xia Die smiled slightly at Wang Xian'er: "The advanced auxiliary soul tool, the milk bottle, can be used on Title Douluo."

"Hiss, can it be used against Title Douluos?"

"Yes," Xia Die nodded, "Although there are only two bottles, it's enough."

"Let's go check on the Red Dust Hall Master, and then we'll pull off a big heist."

"Is there no problem? This is Mingdu, after all."

Wang Xian'er didn't doubt Xia Die's abilities, but the strangeness of the soul tool was something no one could say for sure.

"Don't worry, Elder Wang, I scouted the location when I was observing Jing Hongchen."

"Alright, then I'll risk my life to accompany you."

For some reason, the journey with Xia Die was always full of thrills and excitement.

Time passed second by second.

With the two bottles of milk replenished, Wang Xian'er returned to her peak condition.

She could sense that at this moment, Xia Die was, or rather, she was surrounded by a miniature domain.

At this moment, the butterfly exudes a strong sense of danger.

"Walk!"

The Grim Reaper's scythe is condensed in the palm of his hand.

A crack was torn open in the space.

Xia Die stepped in, and Wang Xian'er followed closely behind.

The nights in Mingdu are incredibly vibrant, earning it the nickname "the city that never sleeps."

The Mingdu Royal Medical Institute, where Jing Hongchen works, is located in a relatively central area and is naturally heavily guarded.

The titled Douluo of the Holy Spirit Cult has been gone for some time now.

Jing Hongchen threw off the blanket and stood up unsteadily.

Through the darkness outside the window, his face was full of bitterness.

The soul tools were stripped off, and even the storage soul tool bracelet became spoils of war for them.

All he received were two medicinal herbs to help his granddaughter recover from the aftereffects.

He is also over 100 years old.

Even if you didn't realize it at first, after so many days, how could you not see that it was a setup?

But at that time, he had no choice but to act.

The emperor, the crown prince, and the Holy Spirit Cult were all using him as a pawn.

He's not all alone; he has a granddaughter and grandson.

The granddaughter's martial spirit has certain unresolved flaws.

No matter what, we have to bite the bullet and go for it.

"How desolate you are, Lord Hongchen."

The moment the sound rang out, the ward space was completely unobstructed.

When Jing Hongchen came to her senses, she found herself standing in a field of flowers.

"Who?"

Jing Hongchen looked toward the source of the sound.

"Wang Xian'er, Xia Die!" Jing Hongchen's eyes almost popped out.

"How did you all end up here?"

Even though the security at the Mingdu Royal Medical Hospital isn't as tight as that of the Imperial Palace or Mingde Hall, it's not something you can just walk into casually; it's more like sneaking up behind you silently.

"It's very simple, Your Excellency." Xia Die brandished her scythe. "With a gentle slash, the space opened up."

"Then, just walk over here."

Jing Hongchen paused for a moment before noticing a purple spatial rift, large enough to accommodate a person, appearing on the side of the flower field where Xia Die and Wang Xian'er were located.

However, the purple color here is too similar to the color of the flower field, making it difficult to see clearly without careful observation.

"What do you want to do?"

Jing Hongchen instinctively tried to activate his martial spirit.

"what!"

The stinging sensation in his meridians caused beads of sweat to slide down Jing Hongchen's forehead.

He knelt on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Your Excellency, you've been checked." Xia Die's voice was completely calm.