Chapter 6: Wang Yan
"Boom—!"
When the four large characters [Wang Yan] finally froze on the sky screen.
It was as if a thunderbolt from the heavens had exploded in the hearts of countless people across two eras!
[Douluo II Era]
On the plaza of Shrek Academy, the students who had previously been speaking out for Teacher Wang Yan were struck as if by lightning.
They stood frozen on the spot, the color drained completely from their faces.
Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong, and Xiao Xiao... felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to their crowns.
So, those warm concerns, those sincere encouragements, those days and nights spent pouring his heart and blood for them... were all fake!
It was all a scam meticulously woven by an infiltrator for the sake of revenge!
"You are actually a remnant of Spirit Hall..."
Elder Xuan's voice was hoarse.
He stared fixedly at the Wang Yan on the ground. Beyond the shock and fury in his cloudy old eyes, deep within them churned a terror that even he himself had not noticed!
He never expected that Teacher Wang Yan's true identity was actually an orphan of Spirit Hall!
At this moment, he felt indescribable regret.
If he had known, he shouldn't have chosen him back then!
Now it was a mess; the sky screen had not only exposed his true identity, but who knew what else it might reveal!
One had to know, Teacher Wang Yan knew many things he shouldn't know...
In an instant, a chilling killing intent flashed in Elder Xuan's eyes!
The palm he had clamped onto Teacher Wang Yan's shoulder tightened violently, and he secretly released his Soul Power, almost crushing his bones!
He must kill him before he could reveal the truth!
[Douluo I Era]
Elder Hall.
This was the most sacred place in the entire Spirit Hall, shrouded in tranquility and majesty all year round.
However, at this moment, this tranquility was completely shattered.
As early as when the Coiling Dragon Rod Martial Soul first appeared on the sky screen, the Sixth Elder, Thousand Ton Douluo, and the Seventh Elder, Devil-Subduing Douluo, who were standing in the hall, had already grown suspicious.
Until this moment, when the four characters [Wang Yan] appeared, all their doubts were answered in an instant!
Both of their burly bodies shook violently!
"Qiangu!"
This surname, in the entire Douluo Continent, belonged to only one family!
They were the most loyal guardian family of the Angel clan!
"Coiling Dragon Rod Martial Soul... the surname Qiangu..."
Thousand Ton Douluo's voice was dry and hoarse, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"That child... is a descendant of our Qiangu family!"
On Devil-Subduing Douluo's face, the expression was extremely complex.
After the brief shock, a sense of immense shame surged into his heart.
His own descendant had actually been rated as a [hypocrite] by the Heavenly Dao Ranking, in front of the entire continent!
"High Priest!"
The two knelt to the ground with a "thud," lowering their heads in shame:
"Our descendant has tarnished the reputation of Spirit Hall, he deserves to die!"
"Please punish us, High Priest!"
Sitting high on the primary seat, eyes closed in meditation, his figure as steady as a rock, Qian Daoliu slowly opened his eyes.
Within those golden eyes, deep and calm, it was as if he could see through eternity.
"Punishment? Why punish?"
His voice was as calm as an ancient well, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Rise. This matter is not your fault."
"High Priest..."
The two wanted to say more, but were interrupted by a wave of Qian Daoliu's hand.
"You only see the shame, but I see the future."
Qian Daoliu's voice carried a hint of inexplicable emotion.
He stood up, walked slowly down the steps, and gazed deeply at the sky outside the hall.
"Ten thousand years later, the Heavenly Soul Empire and the Sun Moon Empire appeared, and that Shrek Academy is unprecedentedly powerful..."
"Only, there is no trace of my Spirit Hall."
"The answer is already very obvious."
Qian Daoliu's voice was very soft, but it was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into the hearts of Thousand Ton Douluo and Devil-Subduing Douluo.
In everyone's heart, that answer they dared not believe surfaced.
Spirit Hall... in the future, was destroyed!
"And Tang San, and that Shrek Academy, must be the culprits behind the destruction of my Hall."
"This child..."
Qian Daoliu's gaze returned to the sky screen, watching the young child who swore an oath in blood.
"He hid his name, endured humiliation, and with his own body, bore the deep blood feud of Spirit Hall's destruction, infiltrating deep into the enemy camp."
"He is a hypocrite in the eyes of the world, but he is my Spirit Hall's... final hero!"
Hero!
These two words made the two Douluo, Thousand Ton Douluo and Devil-Subduing Douluo, tremble all over.
They raised their heads, and when they looked at the figure on the sky screen again, the shame and anger in their eyes had already faded.
Replacing it was endless sorrow and a trace of... pride!
That's right, for the sake of revenge, for the final glory of Spirit Hall, what did the mere name of a hypocrite matter!
[On the sky screen, the images continued to play.]
[Wang Yan's Martial Soul knowledge did not come from the Shrek Academy library, as he had claimed.]
[But rather from...]
The scene shifted, revealing an underground palace of unimaginable grandeur.
Countless classics were categorized and stored on massive bookshelves.
The vastness of its collection far exceeded that of the Shrek Academy library by a hundred, even a thousand times!
[This place was the core collection where Spirit Hall had gathered precious classics from the entire continent back then, and assembled countless sages to conduct research!]
[It was the most precious wealth accumulated by Spirit Hall over thousands of years!]
In the scene, the young Wang Yan was like a sponge, crazily absorbing this long-lost, top-secret knowledge.
[How long was the history of Spirit Hall; its understanding of Martial Souls was beyond what others could imagine.]
The scene switched again.
In the hands of the now-grown young Wang Yan, he held a book with a somewhat worn cover.
It was none other than — "Collection of Master Yu Xiaogang's Theories."
In the scene that had moved countless people before, he treated this book like a treasure.
But at this moment, what the sky screen revealed was a completely different scene.
One could see the young Wang Yan, speaking with an elder beside him who was also an orphan of Spirit Hall.
His face was filled with undisguised contempt and disdain.
["Yu Xiaogang? That piece of trash who was expelled from his clan because of a Martial Soul mutation? Does he deserve to be called 'Master'?"]
Once this monologue came out, inside Shrek Academy during the Douluo I era, Yu Xiaogang's expression changed instantly.
But, this was only the beginning!
["These theories of his are full of errors, riddled with loopholes!"]
["They are nothing but picking up the wisdom of others, the words of a frog in a well!"]
["In the classics of my Spirit Hall, any basic introductory book on Martial Souls is a hundred times more profound than his theories!"]
["Calling it trash is flattering it!"]
On the sky screen, Wang Yan's voice was cold and mocking.
["If it weren't for finding a cover for my profound knowledge stemming from Spirit Hall, I wouldn't even bother mentioning this trash's name."]
["I didn't expect that ten thousand years later, Shrek Academy would still be so stagnant, actually regarding this kind of trash theory as a golden rule?"]
["It is truly ridiculous!"]
["However... this trash does have the uses of trash."]
The young Wang Yan closed the book, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking arc.
["The world knows Yu Xiaogang, but does not know the greatness of my Spirit Hall."]
["I can just use the excuse of studying his trash theories to cover up the true source of my knowledge."]
["They will only think I am a worshiper and successor of Yu Xiaogang, and will never imagine that what I have mastered is the wisdom from Spirit Hall!"]
["A perfect disguise, isn't it?"]
[Douluo I Era]
Boom!
Wang Yan's merciless evaluation was like an extremely loud slap, fiercely striking someone's face.
Yu Xiaogang froze completely.
His complexion turned from red to purple, then from purple to white.
An uncontrollable surge of blood rushed from his chest straight to his head!
"Pfft—"
A mouthful of blood sprayed out from Yu Xiaogang's mouth!
His body trembled violently, his finger pointing at the sky, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a single word.