Douluo Dalu 2: Sun-Moon Glory

Hearing Jing Hongchen's words, Huo Yuhao smiled slightly and began to explain calmly.

"Thanks to your support in the recent purge operation, Master, it's become much easier for my second body to act freely."

At this moment, all of the Holy Spirit Cult's strongholds within Mingdu had been wiped out—utterly deserted. With so many spacious buildings left behind, they certainly wouldn't be left vacant for long. Mingdu was far too valuable a location for the Holy Spirit Cult to abandon.

The issue now, however, was that the majority of the Holy Spirit Cult's personnel in Mingdu had been wiped out. Many of their Spirit Servants, Spirit Elders, and even Elder-level figures were lost. So where would new recruits come from?

They could only be brought in from the cult's headquarters or other regional branches. Alternatively, they might seek new evil soul masters to replenish their ranks, though the latter would be less efficient. Still, in some ways, it was the better long-term strategy.

This, in turn, provided the perfect opening for Tang Si—Huo Yuhao's second body. With his outstanding evil soul master talents, establishing a foothold in Mingdu's underground network wouldn't be difficult.

Once Tang Si had secured that foundation, his next target was the powerful faction that controlled the city's soul tool black market—Xishui League. This underground force, the most formidable and well-rooted in Mingdu, was led by none other than the Holy Spirit Cult's Second Elder, Nangong Wan. No one knew how many rare metals and strategic resources were funneled out of the city by this group every year.

If Tang Si could rise to become a high-ranking member of the Xishui League, he could use that relationship with the Second Elder to extract critical intel from within the cult. At the same time, he'd be able to redirect stolen resources back to Mingdetang, the righteous organization truly aligned with Yuhao's ideals.

Hearing this detailed breakdown, Jing Hongchen nodded repeatedly, clearly satisfied.

'This disciple of mine is truly remarkable,' he thought. 'With an informant inside the Holy Spirit Cult, so many things just became easier.'

"In short, things can be put on hold for now. The cult will need time to bring in fresh blood. All we need to do is wait for the right opportunity."

Meng Hongchen beamed with joy and nodded excitedly. Over the past few days, Yuhao had been so busy controlling Tang Si's body that he barely spent any time with her, lying in bed like a lifeless doll.

"Yay! You've barely played with me these past few days, Yuhao—come on, keep me company!"

Meng Hongchen looked at him with a hopeful glint in her eyes, voice full of cheer.

Huo Yuhao shrugged helplessly and nodded. Jing Hongchen simply chuckled warmly, watching the two of them with great fondness.

Just then...

"Hey hey hey, can you two move aside?"

Meng Hongchen clung to Yuhao's arm and frowned at the pair blocking their path.

Huo Yuhao let out a sigh.

"Miss Jing, Brother Ji, could we maybe reschedule this spar?"

Ji Juechen held his ever-present black longsword and shook his head firmly.

"If we let you go this time, we won't be able to find you again. You've been dodging our requests with excuses for far too long."

It was true—ever since Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan had seen and heard about Yuhao's impressive strength as a soul master, they'd both been dying to spar with him.

"But I'm not even a Soul Sect yet. Isn't this kind of bullying? A Soul King and a Soul Emperor challenging me?"

Yuhao looked exasperated.

"It's fine. We'll hold back... Little junior brother."

Jing Ziyan flirted shamelessly, winking behind her square-rimmed glasses. Meng Hongchen's forehead twitched violently at the sight, her voice sharp with anger.

"Hmph! Sparring is sparring. No need to hold back. We'll go two versus two. Don't back down, Yuhao—let's show them what we've got!"

Yuhao sighed again. A Soul Elder and a Soul King against a Soul King and a Soul Emperor... Still, it was a good opportunity to hone his combat skills. He'd been too focused on other matters lately.

"Alright then."

With that, the impromptu match was set. Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan practically dragged the pair toward the sparring arena in excitement.

Elsewhere in the academy, Wang Dong wandered aimlessly, a bit downcast. Her fingers idly twirled a strand of hair.

These past few days, all her lessons had been taught by substitute instructors. Huo Yuhao hadn't shown up at all—and that was the real reason for her gloom.

Sure, the new instructors weren't nearly as engaging as Yuhao when it came to soul tool theory. The complicated matrix formations and foundational arrays just made her want to fall asleep. That was part of her frustration—but the main issue was that Yuhao was simply... gone.

'Why isn't he here? Does he not want me as his student anymore? Did I do something wrong?'

Wang Dong couldn't help but overthink, her mind swirling with doubts.

As she walked with her head lowered, she suddenly noticed a familiar figure seated on a bench ahead—a silhouette with striking red hair.

'Is that... Senior Sister Xiao Tao?'

Quickening her pace, Wang Dong approached and, sure enough, it was Ma Xiaotao, sitting alone and looking troubled. One hand rested on her abdomen in an oddly cautious way.

"Senior Sister Xiao Tao?"

Xiaotao had been quietly tracing her fingers along her stomach, as if contemplating something. Startled by Wang Dong's voice, she hastily withdrew her hand and turned to greet him, her tone carrying a subtle tremble.

"Wang Dong... Dong'er, you're here. Come, sit with me."

As one of the top inner court students in Shrek Academy, and someone close to the elders who knew Wang Dong's true identity—Wang Dong'er—Ma Xiaotao naturally knew the truth as well.

Wang Dong nodded and sat beside her, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

"Senior Sister, you look a little down... Is everything alright?"

Ma Xiaotao shifted uncomfortably, then sighed.

"Yeah... I'm just feeling a bit homesick. I miss Shrek."

For someone like her, learning about soul tools felt utterly foreign. Life here wasn't something she enjoyed. Unlike Shrek's inner court, she couldn't find worthy opponents to spar with—and the boredom gnawed at her constantly.

Still, that wasn't the only reason she was feeling uneasy.

(End of Chapter)

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