Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Clay, the Creator of All Things

Why was I so weak-willed, letting him do as he pleased!

This must never happen again!

Thinking back to when Lu Yan placed his hand on her before leaving, she felt a sense of powerlessness whenever she thought about it.

Qian Renxue made a silent vow in her heart.

But?

Qian Renxue was suddenly stunned. Why would Brother Lu dare to be so bold?

In a flash of inspiration, Qian Renxue began to recall the words Lu Yan had spoken earlier that day.

The final scene focused on Lu Yan's discussion of her relationship with Xue Qinghe.

Could it be that Brother Lu saw through my disguise long ago?

Or perhaps, there was some doubt, which is why they used words to probe?

Then, his panic caught his eye, which was why he dared to push his luck again and again.

Thinking this, Qian Renxue gritted her teeth.

Damn it! My reaction time was too slow!

She should have realized it sooner; with Lu Yan's intelligence, he would probably have noticed her subtle habits and actions when interacting with him not long after they met.

Even though she tried her best to restrain herself, there were always times when she would inadvertently reveal it.

Perhaps it was the shared habits and movements between her two identities that betrayed her.

So, should I confront Lu Yan sooner rather than later?

Qian Renxue pondered for a long time.

She figured that since Lu Yan was willing to join the Spirit Hall, it was already a way of expressing his stance.

There's nothing wrong with laying everything bare like this.

However, she thought again, what if Brother Lu didn't see through her disguise?

If I rush to confront him, wouldn't it be incredibly awkward later?

At that time, how will I work with the other party as Xue Qinghe?

Moreover, if I were to confront him directly, and things continued like this for too long…

Qian Renxue felt that she would definitely be taken advantage of by him!

This person is so wicked!

At least, being known as Xue Qinghe would be much better.

Even if Brother Lu saw through my disguise, he couldn't possibly lay a hand on me when he saw Xue Qinghe's face!

hum!

Thinking this, a mischievous smile, similar to Lu Yan's, appeared on Qian Renxue's exquisite face.

However, not long after, Qian Renxue recalled Lu Yan's speculation about the truth.

Bibi Dong!

When these three words appeared in Qian Renxue's mind, she felt a surge of anger.

Tsk tsk, if Lu Yan saw this, he would be greatly gratified, which would mean that his guidance had been effective.

Unfortunately, Lu Yan was still struggling with the difficult decision of whether or not to use the Red Stone.

Chapter 149 Want to enter the City of Slaughter? What are you thinking?

After much deliberation, Lu Yan finally decided that he should first go to the concentration camp and bring out a few fallen soul masters.

Try killing a few, and the data will come out, right?

Even the most complex dish, like the Nine-Turned Intestines, needs to be tasted to determine its saltiness before a conclusion can be reached.

With that thought in mind, Lu Yan left his residence and headed towards the place where Grand Duke Slock and nearly a thousand other noble soul masters were imprisoned.

Of course, not all of these nearly a thousand noble soul masters were fallen soul masters.

There are a total of 982 noble soul masters, of which 356 are fallen soul masters.

Wow, that's more than a third of the total.

To be fair, these nobles were ruthless enough.

Based on the strength of these 356 people and the approximate proportion of power granted by the Rakshasa God to break through bottlenecks, we can make a conversion.

Lu Yan roughly estimated that these three hundred-plus people alone would consume approximately three million civilians, nearly four million people in total.

Damn, even though this number is the cumulative total over several decades.

However, it should be noted that, on the surface, the Duchy of Slock, including all the populations under the rule of the nobles, has a population of less than ten million.

Thinking about it this way, Lu Yan became angrier and angrier.

If these people don't die, they'll all be his future prey!

Through the development of the relief efforts over this period of time, Lu Yan also obtained another set of data.

Sustainable development can continue even without a final harvest.

Individuals who have established a sufficient causal relationship with him will also provide him with a considerable income of faith after his natural death.

When you calculate it this way, the long-term benefits are much higher than the short-sighted approach of draining the pond to catch all the fish!

These bastards actually dared to use Lu Yan's future faith traffic to worship evil gods; it's simply unforgivable.

Damn!

While cursing under his breath, Lu Yan finally arrived at the concentration camp where this group of people were being held.

"Your Honor!" "Chief Judge!" "Lord Lu Yan!"

When Lu Yan arrived at the entrance of the concentration camp where Grand Duke Slok and others were being held, he immediately heard three different greetings.

Undoubtedly, those who call him the judge are his and Xue Qinghe's loyal forces.

Those who addressed him as "Your Excellency" were naturally members of the Imperial faction.

As for the last part, it naturally refers to the personnel stationed here by the Spirit Hall.

These people also treated Lu Yan with great respect.

Although the news of Lu Yan becoming a guest elder of the Spirit Hall has not yet spread.

These past few days, the friendly relationship between Qian Renxue and Lu Yan has been noticeable to anyone with eyes to some extent.

As friends of the young master of the Spirit Hall, they had to give Lu Yan some face, no matter what.

"Okay, open the door." Lu Yan nodded to the three parties and then gave the order.

Personnel from the Empire naturally had no hesitation in obeying orders.

However, the person in charge from the Spirit Hall looked troubled.

This person is a Soul Emperor.

He looked at Lu Yan and asked, "Does Your Excellency have important business to attend to inside?"

The words were polite, but there was a clear sense of wariness in the tone.

This person also knew some of the interrogation results obtained from Grand Duke Slok and others.

However, he seemed unaware that Qian Renxue had the identity of Xue Qinghe.

Unbeknownst to them, Qian Renxue had already made a decision regarding the subsequent handling of Grand Duke Slock and the others.

Lu Yan smiled slightly upon hearing this person's words. It seemed that the elder token that the little angel had given him earlier would come in handy now.

So, Lu Yan took out the token and showed it to the Soul Emperor, whose expression immediately became solemn.

All the Spirit Hall personnel present straightened up and bowed to Lu Yan.

"Greetings, Elder!"

Thus, Lu Yan's journey was unimpeded.

Meanwhile, inside the concentration camp, in this cell where the entire family of Soul Masters of Grand Duke Slock were imprisoned.

The twenty or so direct relatives of Grand Duke Slock all wore expressions of deep sorrow.

“Grandpa, we really…” Among the crowd, a young man in his early twenties looked at Grand Duke Slok, hesitant to speak.

This young man was the grandson of Grand Duke Slock. His innate soul power had reached level seven, but he had not undergone any sacrificial rituals.

With his own talent and the resources provided by his family, he has already reached the level of Soul Master 39.

Hearing the hesitant voice of his most talented grandson.

Now that his collarbone was pierced and his soul power was sealed, Grand Duke Slock, who had received special treatment from Lu Yan, hung his head without even raising it.

Grand Duke Slok did not speak, but the young man's uncle did.

"We're fucked."

These words immediately caused an uproar in the entire cell.

"Why? I'm not a fallen soul master, why are you arresting me!"

"No, damn it! It was just the sacrifice of some lowly commoners. Those damned Spirit Hall bastards, I'll XXXX!"

"I...I don't want to die! Waaaaah!"

Some people tried to distance themselves from the situation, some hurled insults, and some trembled with fear.

A chaotic atmosphere immediately erupted among the crowd.

As emotions ran high, these once high and mighty people began to accuse each other, hurl insults and expose each other's shortcomings.

And this was accompanied by a cacophony of noise from the cell.

Similar sounds were heard in the cells where other noble soul masters were imprisoned.

"Guards! Guards! Let me out! I need to see Earl Winster, I..."