The Evil Soul Master is actually myself

"Sis, don't worry, my physique has become abnormal, and I've almost recovered by the second day," Su Ming said proudly.

"Hmph? Who said you were only unconscious for a day? It's been three days already. Luckily, the academy had the Golden Tree and a Super Douluo with healing abilities this time. If you dare to act recklessly again next time, you'll be in big trouble," Su Xuan'er couldn't help but complain.

Su Ming was startled upon hearing this. Because he had been unconscious for so long, he had lost his sense of time. The boy felt guilty as he recalled that his sister had stayed with him for three days.

Looking closely at my sister, I could see that her mature face did indeed show signs of fatigue.

"I'm sorry, sister, I made you worry," Su Ming said apologetically.

"What are you saying? You're my only family. How could I not take care of you? You should learn from this and not be so careless again," Su Xuan'er said affectionately, earnestly admonishing her younger brother.

Su Ming nodded hurriedly. He had indeed realized that he had become arrogant lately. He had only defeated a mere Silver Dragon King, yet he thought that the Soul Emperor was nothing special and nothing to be proud of.

Su Ming is an old man from Versailles.

In the end, Su Xuan'er couldn't resist her younger brother's coaxing and agreed to let him meet his new teacher today. The main reason was that after examining Su Ming's body, she found that there really wasn't a big problem, so she let him go.

After finishing breakfast, as Su Ming was about to leave, his sister hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "You must study hard with your new teacher. As long as you can learn one of his special skills, you'll be able to dominate the world."

Seeing how exaggerated Su Xuan'er's words were, Su Ming couldn't help but become curious about the new teacher's identity.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he pressed her for details, his sister refused to tell him. Instead, she warned Su Ming that this person's identity was a secret at Shrek Academy, and that even if he studied under him, he could not reveal a single detail to others.

Su Ming became curious. He knew all the powerful figures in the original work. Could it be that the academy was hiding some characters that were not mentioned in the original work?

Su Ming, his curiosity piqued, tidied himself up and went out. As he walked along the path in the courtyard, he couldn't help but look back when he was about to reach the end of the secluded path.

In the early morning, the mist swirls around, making it seem as if a graceful woman stands before a pavilion in the misty rain.

I could vaguely see her waving, as if saying goodbye, or perhaps waiting.

Su Ming felt a surge of emotion, a feeling he had never experienced before.

The boy shook his arm vigorously, then turned and left.

Su Ming was already very familiar with Poseidon Island, and after wandering around, he arrived at a quiet and elegant villa.

Surrounded by bamboo groves, the courtyard is simple and rustic, yet it has a natural and peaceful feel.

"Hmph!"

Su Ming gently knocked on the wooden door of the courtyard.

A moment later, the heavy wooden door creaked open slowly.

Upon seeing the owner of this place, Su Ming's pupils contracted slightly, and he was shocked.

This is an elderly man pushing a wheelchair, dressed in a gray cloth coat. His face is covered with deep wrinkles, his cheekbones are high and prominent, his eyes are dim and yellow, and his eyelids are droopy, giving him the appearance of someone who is frail and old.

"Oh no! Am I, this unfortunate little kitten, finally doomed to the abyss of misfortune? Shrek Academy is truly remarkable, entrusting a student with a dark attribute martial soul to a teacher with a light attribute martial soul!"

Su Ming had a lot to say but didn't know where to begin.

The old man still had a smiling face, his face wrinkled into a ball, like a sesame ball; if he went out in the middle of the night, he would definitely scare the children.

Seeing this, Su Ming reacted quickly, feigning shock, and said, "You...you...are you the old man at the dormitory entrance? Or an elder of the Sea God Pavilion? What's going on?"

"Haha, as people get older, they enjoy feeling the vibrant energy of young people, so I became a dormitory supervisor in the first-year dorm. You know what, it's really effective for retirement. I feel much better in terms of energy and spirit lately."

Mu En explained with a chuckle.

"Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Mu En, an ordinary teacher in the inner academy, and my martial soul is the Light Dragon," Mu En added.

I don't believe you, you old geezer!

Su Ming hesitated, feeling incredibly excited. He was going to study under the most powerful figure in the Light faction for three months. If he were to be careless and expose his Dark Demon Evil God Tiger Martial Soul, he would be in deep trouble!

Fortunately, Su Ming calmed down after thinking about his plan. The [Disguise] ability was absolute and its priority was much higher than Huo Yuhao's simulated soul skill. Even the Silver Dragon King had not discovered his true martial soul.

Su Ming immediately realized that [disguise] was the key to success, and [Seven-Colored Dragon Soul] could go to hell.

Seeing that the boy remained silent, Mu En didn't mind and casually said, "Come with me. This is where you will train for the next three months. You'll train for two hours every morning from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m. I don't have time at other times."

As he spoke, he struggled to turn his wheelchair, his thin, bony hands trembling as he exerted force.

Seeing this, Su Ming, who was standing nearby, was very perceptive and stepped forward to help push the wheelchair, looking very obedient.

Mu En smiled kindly and went with him, leaning back in his wheelchair, his hands folded over his abdomen, and closing his eyes to rest.

The two ventured deeper into the bamboo forest, during which time Old Man Mu began to chat.

"Aren't you wondering why the academy assigned me, a dark attribute martial soul master and an agility-based battle soul master, to teach you?" Mu En said with a chuckle.

“The students are indeed very confused.” Su Ming pushed the wheelchair forward unhurriedly, with just the right amount of force, making it move forward smoothly.

"Because your martial soul isn't the Netherworld Black Cat, but rather a powerful offensive beast martial soul that stands shoulder to shoulder with mine, from the Qiongqi lineage, right?" Mu En suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Su Ming appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, he gripped the handle of the wheelchair tightly, to the point that it affected his balance as he moved forward.

Moon felt a slight tremor behind him and said smugly, "Little guy, you lack composure. I just made a simple trick and you gave yourself away."

It seems that the older people get, the more playful they become. Mu En's current appearance is nothing like the Dragon God Douluo who once dominated the four seas.

Upon hearing this, Su Ming chuckled and said, "Elder Mu, I don't understand what you're saying?"

At this moment, he brought his acting skills to the extreme, feeling gratified that his long-term plan was nearing its conclusion.

In this situation, Su Ming appears to be on the first level, Elder Mu on the second level, but actually he's on the third level!

But Su Ming now knows that he absolutely cannot admit it. Admitting it too easily would only arouse suspicion. Only by firmly denying it repeatedly can he deepen everyone's impression of his martial spirit.

When the truth comes out, people will no longer doubt that Su Ming's martial soul is the Netherworld Demon God Biao, which is his biggest secret. From then on, Su Ming successfully cleared his name and went ashore.

Chapter Fifty-Eight: Testing

"Haha, you don't need to explain anymore, young man, you've already shown some evidence," Old Mu said with a carefree laugh.

"Oh? Could it be that someone is fabricating false evidence to frame me?" Su Ming exclaimed softly, his hands moving swiftly as he propelled the wheelchair through the quiet bamboo forest.

"No, it doesn't matter what your martial soul is. Shrek Academy is inclusive. This is just a casual chat between us. Don't be so serious. Besides, I did discover some interesting things, and I wanted to learn more about you out of curiosity."

Moon smiled and shook his head, speaking kindly, intentionally lowering the boy's guard!

"So, what interesting thing did you find?" Su Ming seemed calm as always.

“For example, one of your friends, I think his name is Huo Yuhao, I learned from chatting with him that your cultivation and combat power are not quite right, and it’s clear that he admires you a lot.”

Moon looked at the boy and said.

"Yes, he does admire me quite a bit. What did he tell you? About combat? Do you believe that? It's just his admiration that's making him exaggerate my strength. Don't you know his cultivation level? What does a mere Soul Master know?"

Su Ming said calmly and confidently that Huo Yuhao knew his specific cultivation level and martial soul before he entered the academy. This was a loophole, which he deliberately left behind.

Whether Huo Yuhao exposes it or not doesn't matter, because no matter what he does, he is developing according to Su Ming's plan, and everything is under Su Ming's control.

However, Su Ming understood Huo Yuhao's personality. Even if he was puzzled as to why A Ming was hiding his talents, he would still choose to help him conceal them. This could only be considered a deeply buried loophole.

Actually, Old Master Mu only needed to ask his great-grandson Beibei to find out the whole story. Is there really such a big generation gap between them that they don't even have time to communicate?

Su Ming looked at the old man with some pity. Sometimes, social status is the biggest barrier between people.

“Your explanation makes sense,” Moon said thoughtfully.

"However, one night I witnessed you sneaking out of the dormitory building, with a girl following behind you. Could it be that you two were involved in that battle that night?"

Old Master Mu speculated.

"Haha, old man, you're too fond of joking. That battle was at least at the Soul Emperor level. Even if I've been hiding my strength, do you think I'm that powerful at my age? That evidence is too far-fetched."

Upon hearing this, Su Ming suddenly burst into laughter.

Old Master Mu shook his head helplessly and said, "It seems that it is indeed not enough to prove anything, or you have been hiding it too well."

"Then tell me, what did you do that night when you secretly went out?" he asked.

"What else can a man and a woman do?" Su Ming asked, feigning ignorance.

Moon was speechless. He glanced at the boy with a deep look in his eyes, shook his head and sighed, "Fine, since you refuse to admit it no matter what."

"What do you mean by 'refusing to admit it no matter what'? It's clearly a fabrication." Su Ming said, feigning dissatisfaction, then asked curiously, "By the way, why do you keep harping on my mistakes?"

Upon reaching the depths of the bamboo forest, the two stopped.

Like a hidden paradise, the once quiet and narrow bamboo forest suddenly opens up, and in front of you is a waterfall that seems to be falling three thousand feet straight down, like the Milky Way falling from the ninth heaven. It falls from a broken cliff and crashes against the ground to form a river.

The waterfall cascades down from the golden tree perched atop the peak, forming a river deep within the bamboo forest before finally flowing into Poseidon Lake, bringing life to the once-dormant artificial lake. The craftsmen who designed this water circulation system were truly ingenious.

Moon gazed at the waterfall for a long time, his eyes unfocused, and slowly said, "Why? Perhaps it's because I sense a familiar aura emanating from you, somewhat like an old friend?"

“An old friend?” Su Ming pondered the two words softly.

“That’s right. The moment I saw you, I had a feeling that your martial soul was very similar to his. Although I don’t know why you can hide it so well, the aura that is always accompanied by deep darkness cannot deceive me.”

"I said with a sense of vicissitude," said Old Mu.

"I'm just a ghostly black cat. Apart from a slight dark attribute, my combat power relies entirely on my amazing flexibility and agility. It's not that mysterious," Su Ming said.

Elder Mu glanced at the young man and sighed softly, “Times have changed. Without the suppression of the Spirit Hall, evil spirit masters have become increasingly arrogant, and have even developed methods to forcibly transform ordinary spirits into evil spirits.”

“Dark attribute martial souls, which were once considered normal martial souls, were relegated to the margins. This was because dark attribute martial souls were the easiest to degenerate into evil soul masters, if they wanted to.”

"This has led most Soul Masters to become increasingly extreme in their views. If they only have a slight dark attribute, that's fine, but anyone who reaches the top quality is labeled as an evil Soul Master. More and more dark martial soul Soul Masters are unwilling to expose their abilities, and more and more dark martial soul Soul Masters are joining the ranks of evil Soul Masters."

"Conversely, the dark attribute seems to have become a hallmark of evil soul masters, and the idea that dark attribute martial souls are evil soul masters has become common knowledge. In fact, this was not the case before."

Old Master Mu spoke with deep emotion.

Su Ming also agreed. During the Douluo Continent I era, even Tang San's Eight Spider Lances with the ability to devour were not considered evil soul masters. There was no such thing as an evil soul master in that era.

All of this can be attributed to the suppression by the Temple of Angels.

From the perspective of a reincarnator, he suddenly realized that a god-level martial soul was not simple; it also had a certain degree of luck. When the light faction had a god-level martial soul in charge for a long time, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth would be more inclined towards order.

"So the golden fortune that the Main God Space arranged for me didn't just appear out of thin air? With the appearance of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, the Evil Soul Master organization is bound to flourish." Su Ming's expression was strange.

Recalling the original work, the Holy Spirit Cult was simply the chosen one. All the prophecies came true: Tang Ya's Soul-Devouring Blue Silver King, Ma Xiaotao's Dark Fire Phoenix, and Huo Yuhao's Spirit-Eyed Death God. The three Holy Spirits appeared together.

In addition, there are Ye Xishui from the previous generation of Blood Soul Demon Puppet, Long Xiaoyao from the Dark Holy Dragon, and so on.

Of course, under Su Ming's watchful eye in this life, Ma Xiaotao and Tang Ya would never fall into the trap of becoming evil soul masters again. Huo Yuhao's greatest asset in playing the role of an evil soul master was Elder Yi, which meant that the three Holy Spirits of the Holy Spirit Cult were gone.

"Hiss, if I look at it from another angle, wouldn't I be equivalent to having gathered the fortune of the three Holy Spirits into one?" Su Ming gasped.

The master of evil spirits is actually myself?

“Exceptional characteristics are not destroyed or diminished; they are simply transferred from one vessel to another.”