Chapter 238: Do Evil Soul Masters Deserve to Die?
Yun Tianheng.
Martial Soul:
Bloodthirsty Battle Axe!
Because of tragic experiences in childhood, his temperament had become warped—moody, solitary, rarely speaking to others.
Yet despite that, he entered Shrek Academy's Outer Court with exceptional grades.
In just four years, he completed all courses and became a one-word battle armor master, smoothly earning entrance into the Inner Court—
a prodigy full of promise.
Until one day, an accident exposed his true nature.
The academy expelled him instantly.
By then, his cultivation was already high, but since Shrek confiscated his battle armor, he became just another soul master—with a mark of disgrace upon him.
Branded as "expelled by Shrek," doors across the Federation slammed shut.
But his fate changed when the Spirit Transferring Pagoda took him in—
accepting him without prejudice.
Now, he had become one of the Pagoda's top experts.
Qian Gu Dongfeng stood before his massive audience.
"You believe that to judge someone as an Evil Soul Master, all it takes is an 'evil' martial soul?" he said, his voice powerful yet calm.
"You are gravely mistaken."
"At birth, human nature is kind."
"With proper guidance and education, even those born with violent or twisted spirits can learn self-control and find purpose—becoming assets to the world, not its scourge."
Someone raised a hand. "But what if they harm others, Teacher? What then?"
That was the question everyone feared.
Beyond the Pagoda's walls and elite families, most soul masters still distrusted those born with 'evil' martial souls.
It was an instinctive fear.
Dongfeng smiled faintly. "Tell me—if your child awakened such a martial soul, would you kill them with your own hands? Cut them down for righteousness? Of course not."
"Natural evil cannot be exterminated completely. It is born unpredictably. How can you be sure it won't appear one day among your descendants—or you yourself?"
"So when it happens, do we eliminate the person? Or do we solve the problem?"
"That, my students, is the true question."
"If education's only goal were to sharpen power, the Federation might as well hoard resources in isolation and breed silent warriors. But that's not civilization. That's regression."
"We must address causes, not casualties."
"The Spirit Transferring Pagoda guided Yun Tianheng back to the right path. Today, he stands as a Level 95 Super Douluo, a master of three-word battle armor—a fearless pioneer of the Federation's frontier expansion!"
"That is why the Pagoda continues striving to challenge the old stigmas against those with so-called evil martial souls."
"Perhaps you've heard the term already—"
He smiled proudly.
"Favored Soul Masters—those chosen by heaven!"
"Our own Douluo University Headmaster is one of the strongest examples of such a soul master."
Among the audience, Yuanen Yehui shivered violently.
She had not expected this.
A once-brilliant student, expelled by Shrek merely for showing bloodlust—but not for killing—was now a hero of the Pagoda.
And Shrek had cast him out.
Then… what about her?
Her second martial soul, the Fallen Angel—wasn't that the very definition of an evil martial soul?
If Shrek discovered her secret, what would they do?
Would they, too, strike her down "for the academy's honor"?
Yuanen Yehui bit her lip.
She was one of the new Shrek Seven approved for training, but if they found out…
Would honor outweigh loyalty?
She couldn't count on mercy.
Beside her, Wu Duosi poked her arm. "Yehui? What's wrong? You look pale. Are you sick?"
"I'm fine," Yehui forced a smile.
But her thoughts raced furiously.
Maybe it was time to leave Shrek—before it was too late.
She had fled the Yuanen family because of the pain they caused her. She'd joined Shrek because she'd grown up on stories of the Shrek Seven Monsters.
Every Yuanen descendant dreamed of attending that academy.
And yet now…
Her Fallen Angel refused to stay dormant.
She imagined being in the Sea God Pavilion someday, surrounded by elders—only for her wings and black aura to suddenly erupt.
The thought chilled her to the bone.
No one would save her.
She didn't want to die.
Maybe… she should defect to the Spirit Pagoda, see if they could suppress or cure the Fallen Angel within her.
She refused to become like her mother.
Meanwhile, Qian Gu Dongfeng continued lecturing passionately, outlining the philosophy of the "New Era Soul Masters."
He addressed not only the misunderstood but also the powerful—the talented and the ordinary alike—proposing new evolutionary paths.
Dual-armor masters.
Full nine-spirit soul contracts.
Artificial fusion cultivation systems.
Many of these ideas were still experimental, even confidential—but he shared them freely today.
"And of course," he said with a faint grin, "as Tower Master, I won't only teach you theory."
"Now, everyone—stand. Summon your martial souls."
One by one, the students rose. Over a thousand different martial souls filled the colossal hall in a breathtaking display.
Then, a plain, unadorned staff appeared in Dongfeng's hand.
He tossed it lightly into the air—
And reality shattered.
The entire lecture hall transformed into another space.
Purple-black light descended from the ceiling, majestic and divine rather than dark.
Look closely, and one could see veins of golden brilliance hidden within the violet haze.
Pure righteousness.
No one knew why his Panlong Staff radiated holy power tinged with gold rather than pure light—but when it appeared, every soul master froze, unable to move.
The Panlong Staff—legendary artifact of awakening and authority—was said to rival the dragons' divine weapons.
While the dragons' artifacts carried their blood and legacy, the Panlong Staff bore the might of the Heavenly Awakening Saint Gold Dragon.
A roar shook the air—
and the students' martial souls trembled in response, flickering as unseen draconic energy brushed across them.
Roar!
(END CHAPTER)
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