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

"It was all their doing! It was them! I knew nothing about the worship of the evil god!"

"My lords of the Spirit Hall, this matter has nothing to do with me!"

The shouts and cries rose and fell in waves, which was really annoying.

As Lu Yan walked in, he unconsciously picked at his ear.

Innocent, and have nothing to do with them?

Upon hearing such remarks, Lu Yan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking expression.

Perhaps many of these people are indeed unaware of the worship of the Rakshasa god.

After all, even with the protection of local members of the Spirit Hall.

However, for something with such high risks, it's best to have as few people as possible who know about it, except for those directly involved.

But is it really possible that they knew nothing about such a large-scale human sacrifice?

Even if the details of the worship of the Rakshasa god are not well known.

But I do know a little bit about it.

Oh, so what if they really don't know anything about it?

Just like the opinions of many netizens in Lu Yan's previous life.

Even if the relatives of corrupt officials are not involved, does that mean we can let them enjoy life to the fullest?

What are you thinking!

At least in Lu Yan's case, since he enjoyed the indirect benefits, he naturally had to bear the corresponding costs.

Moreover, even among these nobles, there are those who have no connection to the matter of fallen soul masters.

How many people can truly be clean-shaven?

It should be noted that, based on the results of other interrogations that Lu Yan has received so far...

Of these people, executing 99 and a half out of a hundred would be too lenient for them.

Therefore, Lu Yan instructed the subordinates who were following him: "Tell them to be quiet."

"You know what to do, right?"

Upon hearing this, the people following Lu Yan immediately straightened up: "Your Honor, we understand."

So, when Lu Yan found the camp's office and sat down, the noisy shouts gradually turned into various screams, and then quieted down.

Meanwhile, in the cell of Grand Duke Slok and the others, everyone was also silent.

But at this moment, Grand Duke Slock raised his head and snorted coldly: "A bunch of useless trash. I told you to calm down."

“But, Grandpa!” it was the young man who spoke first.

"Shut up!" Grand Duke Slok glared coldly at the young man. "Save your energy. We still have a chance."

"Father, is that the place you mentioned earlier... the City of Slaughter?" Grand Duke Slock's youngest son interjected, "The City of Slaughter?"

"Hmm." Grand Duke Slock gave a soft hum and then continued, "A long time ago, our family had records related to the City of Slaughter, which was rumored to be a paradise for fallen soul masters."

"Of course, it could also be hell, but our sacrificial rituals were indeed obtained by our ancestors from the city of slaughter."

"After investigation, I can confirm one thing."

"The Spirit Hall and the City of Slaughter must have some kind of connection."

"Do you know where the Spirit Hall sent all those survivors of the rituals we offered up over the past few years?"

Upon hearing this, someone in the cell asked in response: "The City of Slaughter?"

“That’s right!” Grand Duke Slok nodded. “As far as I know, all the fallen soul masters captured by the Spirit Hall are sent to the Slaughter City.”

"Then, Grandpa, do you mean we don't have to die?" The young man looked at Grand Duke Slok excitedly.

"Good that you understand. As long as we don't die, we still have a chance." After saying this, Grand Duke Slok slumped down to rest again.

However, he finally uttered a cold voice: "We may not necessarily die, but it's hard to say what will happen to Lu Yan and those imperial people from Winster."

"They know too much."

"Even if we don't kill the people from the Spirit Hall, we might send them to keep us company."

"hehe."

The final laugh was filled with mockery and schadenfreude.

Clearly, revealing his collusion with the Spirit Hall was not only due to his inability to tolerate Lu Yan's torture methods, but also to drag others down with him.

"Clap clap clap." Just then, a burst of applause came from the corridor outside the cell.

"Grand Duke Slok, I must say, you old man still have quite a few ideas!" Lu Yan walked over slowly.

"Unfortunately, your expectations will be dashed."

"Tsk tsk, you want to enter the City of Slaughter?"

"If we let you in, you might actually make a profit. Unfortunately, you all have no chance now."

When Lu Yan's voice reached Grand Duke Slock's ears, the Soul Douluo powerhouse immediately raised his head.

"Lu Yan, how come you're still here?"

"Is it strange? Old man, you don't actually think anyone will believe your false accusations, do you?"

"A fall from grace is a lie; only a fool would believe it." Lu Yan smiled slightly.

He then ordered his subordinates to bring out the fallen Soul Master, who was at the Soul King level, from the cell.

His soul power was sealed by the Spirit Hall using special methods, and his body was also severely injured.

These people were so weak that they were no different from ordinary people.

"Impossible! This isn't a matter of belief!" Grand Duke Slok's old face was full of doubt.

Then, remembering another implication in Lu Yan's words, he questioned again: "And the Spirit Hall, they are clearly required to send a certain number of Soul Masters to the Slaughter City every year."

"How could they possibly execute us so easily!"

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"Since we can kill you all, why send you to the Slaughter City for imprisonment?" Lu Yan said casually, then ordered his men to take the people away.

He naturally wouldn't explain that much to outsiders.

Damn it, all of you are my source of faith and traffic.

Sending them to the City of Slaughter is like handing over the meat that was already in their mouths to the Asura God and the Rakshasa God.

In fact, Grand Duke Slok's words reminded Lu Yan that the original work did not explain why the Spirit Hall had a pact with the City of Slaughter.

Tsk tsk, just imagine an organization that maintains the order of soul masters across the entire Douluo Continent, yet secretly supplies the Slaughter City with a large amount of manpower and resources.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like a huge problem, okay?

Why can't we kill the fallen soul masters we've captured?

Are we afraid that corrupt forces will pollute the environment?

As for the previous life, some readers have analyzed that it was to leave behind a prison and a place of trial.

To obtain the God of Slaughter Domain.

Lu Yan felt that it sounded reasonable, but upon closer inspection, it made no sense at all.

It's absurd enough that a faith organization founded by an angel god would go and pursue the power of other gods.

Even if one's subordinates have such a need.

As the inheritors of the Angel God, the Angel race should never agree to this.

Unless, militarily, they are threatened.

If that's the case, it makes sense, since the angel god is suspected of having fallen.

Despite the Spirit Hall's apparent strength, Qian Daoliu's power is such that he could easily suppress all human forces on the entire Douluo Continent.

However, the problem is that the Spirit Hall no longer has a god-level backer!

This is also the fundamental reason why Tang San, as the inheritor of the Asura God and the Sea God, was able to easily destroy the Spirit Hall in the future.

Damn it, once we're strong enough, we need to get the little angel back to Qian Daoliu and get to the bottom of things regarding the Slaughter City.

This city of slaughter must be cut off from its supplies and destroyed!

We've already captured the Fallen Soul Masters, why not kill them and keep them around for the New Year?

Thus, Lu Yan turned his murderous gaze toward the three fallen soul masters who had been dragged over and thrown to the ground by his men.

One Soul Venerable, One Soul Sect Master, One Soul King.

Let's test these three first to see just how much influence the residual corrupting power of the Rakshasa God really has.

With that thought in mind, Lu Yan conjured up a huge rock barrier that enveloped him and the three of them.

Then, naturally, he helped these three people by ranking them according to their strength, increasing their hatred, fear, and other negative emotions towards him from low to high.

In this way, when the other party's negative emotions have almost reached their peak.

With a wave of his hand, Lu Yan prioritized the execution of the Soul Venerable with the lowest strength.

At the same time, before the other party's temporary departure, the most refined flow of faith.

It was also during the shattering of the causal light points in Lu Yan's sea of ​​consciousness that they surged into Lu Yan's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Sure enough, there's a problem!" In that instant, Lu Yan sensed the stench of the Rakshasa God's power mixed in with this flow of faith.

Golden light rose above Lu Yan's consciousness in his sea of ​​consciousness, and in an instant, Lu Yan entered the state of primordial spirit manifestation.

The cycle of the four elements!

Thunder at the Awakening of Insects, fire at the height of summer, wind at the end of autumn, snow at the Great Cold.

The four images representing the cycle of the four seasons instantly sealed off this flow of energy, continuously refining it.

Fortunately, the power of the Rakshasa god within was extremely weak, and Lu Yan was able to wear it down without spending too much time.