Chapter 74: Holy Spirit Cult, Ye Xishui
"A common enemy..."
Zhang Lexuan was stunned for a moment.
As Lin Sheng's words about their positions not being entirely hostile slowly drifted through the night air,
Zhang Lexuan's heart, which always hovered between responsibility and guilt, finally seemed to find a glimmer of light to rest upon.
"Phew..."
She let out a long sigh of relief in her heart.
The corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably; that touch of joy didn't just stem from Lin Sheng not being absolutely hostile toward Shrek.
It also came from the fact that in this desolate world,
she had actually reached a subtle understanding with this boy who had been exiled by fate.
"..."
The two of them sat quietly like that.
Lin Sheng didn't say much. Gone was the decisiveness and killing intent from the tournament; there were only occasional exchanges of a few words and the overlap of their wind-ruffled clothes.
Lin Sheng's cold profile looked particularly sharp under the moonlight. He remained a man of few words.
But to Zhang Lexuan, this was already the greatest tenderness he could give.
"It's getting late."
"Are you sure you want to stay here? If Elder Xuan sees you, he'll say you've defected to the enemy."
Lin Sheng's words seemed like a joke.
It was impossible to tell what he was feeling...
Afterward,
Lin Sheng stood up, his black robe flapping in the wind.
His grayish-white left eye seemed to merge with the moonlight, while his right eye became deep as an abyss once again.
"I should go. See you next time."
Lin Sheng paused, leaving behind one last sentence before slowly departing.
"Lin Sheng..."
Zhang Lexuan looked up at him, hesitating to speak.
"No need to trouble yourself with farewells."
Lin Sheng left behind a brief sentence.
With a flicker of his body, he turned into a dark red afterimage and vanished into the night.
"..."
Zhang Lexuan sat where she was, staring blankly at the empty roof ridge.
She reached out and stroked the spot beside her where Lin Sheng had sat; a faint warmth seemed to linger there.
...
"Senior Sister... you really seem to care about him."
A fiery red figure slowly emerged from the shadows. Ma Xiaotao's eyes, filled with wild beauty, now held a hint of helplessness and complexity.
She had been watching here for a long time.
From the two of them sitting side by side to Lin Sheng leaving alone...
For the first time, she saw the kind of confusion and longing belonging to a young girl on her Senior Sister's face.
"My goodness, Senior Sister couldn't be..."
Ma Xiaotao seemed even more certain of the guess in her heart.
She approached Zhang Lexuan with a complex expression.
Zhang Lexuan didn't deny it. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sighed deeply. "Yes, Xiaotao. Why do I care about him so much?"
"Clearly, Shrek and the Body Sect are enemies on the surface, and moreover, Elder Xuan caused the deaths of his relatives..."
After all...
Due to that great battle between Mu En and Du Busi,
the relationship between Shrek and the Body Sect was very poor. Furthermore, with the layer of connection involving Elder Xuan,
she shouldn't have been considering such a relationship.
"Probably because, just like you, he is a Soul struggling in this quagmire."
Ma Xiaotao walked to her side, her gaze distant.
"Senior Sister, Elder Xuan asked me to bring you a message."
Zhang Lexuan's originally somewhat erratic aura instantly froze, and her expression became a bit flustered...
"Elder Xuan... he knows?"
"Actually, everyone can see it; it's just that no one has said it out loud."
Ma Xiaotao smiled slightly, her smile carrying a hint of relief.
"Elder Xuan said that your identity within the academy cannot bind you. You have sacrificed too much for Shrek. For the rest of the path, just follow what your heart desires."
"As long as you think it's right, the academy will always be your backing."
Zhang Lexuan stood stunned.
Her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.
All along, she had locked herself in the shackles of being Shrek's Senior Sister, not daring to overstep in the slightest.
"Is that so..."
But now, Elder Xuan—the one who had given Lin Sheng the deepest pain—had actually given her the right to pursue her heart.
This sudden freedom
made her, someone who was always calm, feel flustered and lost for a moment.
...
Meanwhile, somewhere in the Sun Moon Empire far from the Star Luo Empire, at the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters.
"..."
Inside the great hall, there was not a single flicker of fire; only the eerie crystals embedded in the pillars emitted a ghostly green light.
Ye Xishui,
the Death God Douluo who awed the continent,
sat atop a throne carved from white bone, surrounded by a suffocatingly evil aura.
"The person who killed Ming Lei—has he been found?"
Ye Xishui's voice was aged and sharp; every word was like a steel needle piercing the Soul.
Below the throne, Zhongli Wu lowered his head, his expression exceptionally grave.
"Mother, the investigation is complete."
"It was someone from the Body Sect. When Ming Lei was infiltrating the Dragon City stronghold, he was ambushed, and was later discovered while healing in the Star Dou Great Forest."
"That old thing Du Busi?"
Ye Xishui snorted coldly, and the temperature of the entire hall plummeted.
"That old thing certainly has some nerve to dare kill an Elder of this seat."
"No, it wasn't Du Busi."
Zhongli Wu took a deep breath, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief.
"Du Busi only heavily injured Ming Lei, making it impossible for him to escape, but the one who actually executed Ming Lei with his own hands..."
"was a Body Sect junior with only the strength of a Spirit King."
Hearing this, the surrounding space seemed to freeze instantly.
Accompanied by the flow of a majestic, blood-colored evil aura,
"A Spirit King?"
Ye Xishui's eyes snapped open, and two literal beams of blood-red light flashed through the hall.
"A Spirit King can kill a heavily injured Titled Douluo? No matter how useless Ming Lei was, he was definitely not someone an ant could shake."
"Has this person been investigated thoroughly?"
Zhongli Wu said respectfully, "We only know that he is Du Busi's Disciple. His Body Martial Soul... is the eyes."
Ye Xishui's fingertip tapped lightly on the armrest, making a tooth-grating grinding sound.
"Take another Elder with you and go to Star Luo City."
"The tournament is ongoing, so Du Busi will certainly be inseparable from him. Your task is to infiltrate the shadows."
A cold light welled up in Ye Xishui's beautiful eyes.
"Zhongli Wu, you will be responsible for luring Du Busi away, while the other person must, in the shortest time possible, completely obliterate the guy who killed Ming Lei."
"An Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult is not someone anyone can kill."
In Ye Xishui's view,
if a Spirit King could kill a Titled Douluo,
this person would surely become a great disaster if left alive. She would never allow such a Genius to grow up.
As for Du Busi...
she would naturally deal with him personally.
"By your command, Mother."
Zhongli Wu slowly stood up, black energy swirling around him, his eyes flashing with a cold light like a venomous snake.
He hadn't left the Holy Spirit Cult for a long time.
And this time, his target was a Genius who could make Ye Xishui personally order an assassination...
"I won't let you down, Mother."
Zhongli Wu turned and vanished on the spot.
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