Douluo Dalu 2: You are an Evil Soul Master, but also a good person ?

Xu Cheng watched the two with great interest.

Seeing Tang San's dumbfounded expression and Tang Ya's righteous stance, he almost burst out laughing. Fortunately, his spiritual power was immense, so even if his emotions fluctuated, neither of them noticed.

However… Xu Cheng rubbed his chin.

The Tang Ya from before wouldn't have acted this way. What exactly caused such a change?

Perhaps this also tied into her recent transformation.

Xu Cheng folded his arms, his transparent soul floating above the two, looking down at them.

"You are the Tang Sect Master, but I am the founder of the Tang Sect!" Tang San coldly stared at the disobedient Tang Ya, his eyes full of disappointment. He couldn't understand why the Tang Sect disciples of this era had become like this.

"The so-called founder of the Tang Sect who deliberately weakened all its techniques so that future disciples wouldn't learn the true arts? Or the Tang Sect Master who stole techniques from another world, hypocritically claiming he would bury them in his heart, only to later spread them across Douluo?"

Tang Ya showed no fear.

"Tang San, you're just a thief. What right do you have to call yourself the Tang Sect's founder?!"

"You—!"

Tang San and Xu Cheng spoke at the same time.

Xu Cheng was shocked. As a fellow transmigrator, he thought he was the only one on this continent who knew this secret.

How did Tang Ya find out? He had never mentioned it.

As for Tang San, his pupils contracted sharply. He stared at Tang Ya in horror, his face darkening. "How do you know about this?!"

His mind spun rapidly, his gaze becoming ice-cold.

She must die!!!

If not for his current lack of strength, he would already be planning to silence her permanently.

He had taken a huge risk revealing his identity, only to be met not with reverence, but complete exposure of his deepest secrets!

If he could contact his true self in the God Realm, he would risk breaking ties with Kindness and Evil just to ensure Tang Ya's death!

If this secret were exposed, his so-called legacy as the founder of the Tang Sect would be completely ruined!

"Master," Tang Ya said softly.

As her words fell, a faint soul emerged from her body, forming into the shape of a woman dressed in blue with a bamboo hat.

"Tang San, long time no see…"

Tang San felt his scalp go numb, his throat dry. His face was filled with fear as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"Senior… Senior Sister?!!"

"Heh, in my Tang Sect, we don't have disciples like you," Tang Wen sneered.

"I remember before you jumped off that cliff, you swore to the Tang Sect that because you had secretly learned our techniques, you would never pass them on. You promised that you, Tang San, would never forget your roots—not in the past, and not in the future."

"Those were your exact words, weren't they?"

Tang San's face burned with shame.

He turned his head away, unable to meet Tang Wen's gaze.

Of course, it was mainly because he lacked the strength. If he were still a God King, he would have already pointed at her nose, declaring that she was overstepping her bounds.

"You, Tang San, claimed to have entered and left the sect with a clear conscience, offering everything you learned to the Tang Sect…" Tang Wen continued softly.

But the more she spoke, the redder Tang San's face became.

His fingers dug into his palm, his hands turning pale. It was obvious how agitated he was.

The phrase "clear conscience" was no joke.

It was the foundation of his heroic persona.

And it showed just how much he cared about his reputation.

He allowed the people of the continent to worship him, the so-called Tang San Ancestor, and praise his "achievements." But if his dark history were revealed—

He didn't even dare to imagine the consequences.

"Take care of yourself, Tang San. From now on, don't call yourself the Tang Sect's founder. You're just a thief." Tang Ya scoffed.

"And by the way, weakening the Tang Sect's techniques so that future disciples wouldn't learn the real skills? That's really something…"

She looked at the silent Tang San and snorted.

"From today onward, I, Tang Ya, am the true Tang Sect Master of this continent!"

Tang San remained silent.

But the veins on the back of his hands bulged, exposing his turbulent emotions.

"Tang San… As a disciple of the Tang Sect, I do owe you for allowing me to join and meet my master. So I won't spread what happened today. But in the future…" Tang Ya said solemnly. "Don't deceive yourself any further."

"The Tang Sect has nothing to do with you anymore."

Tang San gritted his teeth, his head lowered, his face ashen.

Because he had been too confident, he hadn't left himself any backup plan. He couldn't contact his true self in the God Realm, and if he died, his soul would be completely erased—his divine self wouldn't even notice.

After all, his divine projection had come down to Douluo in secret, without alarming Kindness and Evil.

His goal was to manipulate the three former human nations into launching another war—just like 4,000 years ago when they defeated the Sun-Moon Empire.

But now…

Xu Cheng watched the scene and smacked his lips.

Then he clapped.

"Brilliant!"

This senior sister of the Tang Sect was a true voice of justice.

Every word was fact, and as the saying goes—truth is the sharpest blade. Each sentence cut straight into Tang San's heart, leaving him no room to hide.

"Ah… refreshing."

Xu Cheng stood up and let out a long breath, smiling broadly.

"Is it over just like that?" Tang Chao was dumbfounded.

As the guardian of his clan's young master, he had been watching Xu Cheng closely. But from start to finish, there had been no difficulties in absorbing this 70,000-year-old spirit beast!

It was as simple as drinking water!

Of course, if he knew that while effortlessly absorbing the beast's soul, Xu Cheng had also been spectating Tang San's humiliating downfall, he might have called it downright monstrous.

"You've become a Soul Emperor?" Wang Dong asked curiously.

"Just call me Cheng-ge," Xu Cheng yawned. "I guess so. But I still need to add a few more spirit rings. Having multiple martial souls is a hassle…"

Wang Dong: "…"

Xiao Xiao: "…"

Tang Chao: "…"

Xiao Xiao: (He makes it sound so natural…)

"Ahem, young friend, you have twin martial souls?" Tang Chao couldn't suppress his curiosity.

"Triple martial souls," Xu Cheng stretched his neck and grinned.

Tang Chao's eyes widened in shock, his throat tightening.

"Th-three martial souls?!!"

"Ice Jade Empress Scorpion, the Sun, and Blood Eyes. That's three, right?" Xu Cheng glanced at Wang Dong.

"You… Aren't you afraid I'll tell Shrek Academy?" Wang Dong hesitated.

"A martial soul is just a tool. Didn't your academy plan specifically to counter my martial soul before the match? And what happened?" Xu Cheng smirked.

Wang Dong fell silent.

In the face of absolute strength, Shrek's so-called countermeasures had crumbled instantly.

Xu Cheng was arrogant, but he had every right to be.

"Miss, he's not your friend?" Tang Chao secretly pulled Wang Dong aside and asked in a whisper.

"Nope. He's from the Sun-Moon Empire. Strictly speaking, as a Shrek student, he's my enemy…" Wang Dong spread his hands.

Tang Chao's eyes widened.

"He's from the Sun-Moon Empire? I thought…"

Wang Dong scratched his head awkwardly. "Uh… Actually, he's also an evil spirit master."

Tang Chao: "…"

(End of Chapter)