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Chapter 462.

Wang Feng sighed internally.

At that moment, Bibi Dong exuded a faint imperial aura, radiating a sense of absolute control. And she certainly possessed the capability to justify that aura.

Every time Wang Feng saw Bibi Dong, it felt as though he were facing an empress — one who always had layers of plans and hidden cards.

'Is it time for this undercover mission to end?'

Wang Feng couldn't help but wonder. The thought of venturing to the Rakshasa Secret Realm crossed his mind. Yet, he felt a lingering reluctance. After everything he had endured, simply walking away seemed unbearable.

'Forget it. I'll go with the flow.'

By now, Bibi Dong had shared most of her secrets.

"Is Xue Qinghe one of us from the Soul Hall?" Wang Feng asked, feigning ignorance.

"You'll find out when you get there," Bibi Dong replied without elaborating. Her expression darkened slightly, as if she had no desire to speak further on the subject.

"Also, remember this — whether you succeed or not, your survival is the most important thing," she said sternly.

Wang Feng fell silent.

Her words were clear. Even if Xue Qinghe failed to claim the throne, Bibi Dong considered Wang Wu's life far more valuable.

"This plan is only known to you and me," Bibi Dong added. "Not even the Titled Douluos or Nana will be aware of it."

Wang Feng nodded in acknowledgment. Bibi Dong's careful words showed her lingering doubts. It was clear she harbored suspicions — including the possibility of a spy within the Soul Hall.

The time had come for Wang Feng to leave the Soul Hall and return to Heaven Dou City. As for the Rakshasa Secret Realm, its fate would depend on the situation when the time came.

Quietly, Wang Feng departed from the Soul Hall.

Watching his retreating figure, Bibi Dong's face showed a trace of regret and sorrow — a reflection of what could have been, had he chosen to align with the Soul Hall earlier.

A few days later, the Soul Hall made a public announcement.

The new White Pontiff, who had served for barely over a year, was declared dead. According to the report, he had ventured alone into the Star Dou Great Forest, attempting to hunt a 100,000-year soul beast. Tragically, he failed and lost his life.

Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong personally held a memorial service in his honor, and Soul Halls across the continent were ordered to offer prayers for his soul.

This shocking news spread rapidly across the two empires and the major sects, sending waves of astonishment through all factions.

Outside Heaven Dou City, Tang San and his companions had just returned from the Star Dou Great Forest when they heard the news.

They were momentarily stunned.

"Good riddance!" Ma Hongjun sneered. "That White Pontiff dared to impersonate the captain. Serves him right for getting himself killed!"

"The Soul Hall is really something else," Oscar said, shaking his head. "They blatantly claimed he was hunting a 100,000-year soul beast when we know the truth. But of course, they'd never admit it."

Though they hadn't witnessed the event firsthand, Tang San had recounted the details to them during their journey.

"By the way, Xiao San," Dai Mubai recalled, –"You mentioned that the White Pontiff used a flag to block the domains of those four soul beasts. Was that also a Martial Soul? What kind of Martial Soul has the power to suppress the domains of four 100,000-year soul beast?"

Tang San remained silent for a moment before responding.

"I'm not sure. But without his intervention, Xiao Wu and I wouldn't have had a chance to escape. That mysterious flag was powerful enough to instantly neutralize the four domains. Such immense strength comes at a price. Perhaps using it cost him his life."

The terrifying power of that azure flag was still etched in Tang San's mind.

Although he had reacted quickly to escape with Xiao Wu, the overwhelming strength of the White Pontiff had left a lasting impression.

Twin Martial Souls.

Fortunately, the man was now dead.

The Soul Hall's declaration was likely true. Given the circumstances, it was almost impossible for anyone to survive.

Tang San felt a strange sense of relief.

The White Pontiff's presence had cast an unbearable pressure upon him — and now, that pressure was gone.

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent, lost in her thoughts.

"I wonder when the captain will return," Ma Hongjun mused. "It's incredible that he managed to survive back then. Five years... how did he endure all that time?"

The group returned to Shrek Academy, only to find the atmosphere unusually tense. A sense of urgency lingered in the air, reflected in the students' behavior. There were more people training than usual, and the sound of combat echoed across the square. Everyone's expressions were grim, their focus razor-sharp.

Curious, Ma Hongjun grabbed a student by the arm.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

The student frowned, clearly irritated.

"Fatty, why should I tell you?" He shook Ma Hongjun's hand away with disdain.

Ma Hongjun's face reddened with anger. "Fatty? So what if I am? Does it affect your rice bowl or something?" Despite his bulk, Ma Hongjun had grown stronger and was no longer the same chubby kid.

Dai Mubai quickly intervened, placing a firm hand on the student's shoulder. With a calm but authoritative tone, he asked, "Student, has s–omething happened at the academy?"

That's when Dai Mubai noticed something unusual, several students bore the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?

It was an incredibly rare soul, typically exclusive to the direct descendants of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Even the Thunder Academy, one of the Four Elemental Academies of the Heaven Dou Empire, had very few students with such a martial spirit.

But that wasn't all.

Among the students, Dai Mubai also spotted several wielders of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul— the hallmark of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect. It was unheard of for direct disciples of such prestigious sects to enroll at Shrek Academy. Even if Shrek had earned continental fame, the sect elders would never willingly allow their core disciples to study elsewhere.

'Why are they here?'

Before Dai Mubai could ponder further, a commanding voice echoed across the grounds:

"Move faster! Is this how you train? This is how I was trained back in my day!"

The voice, though naturally soft and charming, now carried a cold and commanding tone.

The group turned their heads to see Ning Rongrong, her hands on her hips, overseeing a group of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect disciples. Each one wore heavy stone weights strapped to their bodies, forced to run laps around the academy's training field.

It was reminiscent of the harsh training the Shrek Seven Monsters once endured.

"–I didn't have time to deal with you before, but now that the Soul Hall is making moves, who knows when they might come after us?" Ning Rongrong scolded, her pretty face stern. "You lot call yourselves support soul masters, yet you can't even run a few laps without gasping for breath. What use is all your soul power if you can't last on the battlefield?!"

The Shrek Seven Monsters exchanged awkward glances, understanding the gravity of Ning Rongrong's words.

'The Spirit Hall... Are they planning something against us?'

A student, still caught in Dai Mubai's grip, suddenly gasped in realization.

"Wait... are you the Shrek Seven Monsters?" He gawked in disbelief. "I'm from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. It seems you just returned from outside and haven't heard the latest news."

Tang San and the others felt a growing unease. What could have happened in their absence?

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