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High above the Spirit Tool train, two old men faced each other from a distance.
Yuanen Zhentian, his Face full of helplessness, looked at Le Zhengyang, who was drinking from a wine gourd and asking him if he wanted a sip, and sighed:
"My granddaughter has already been taken away. What else do you want?"
What kind of situation was this? He was just walking along, enjoying the lively scene, and his granddaughter was snatched right in front of him?
He couldn't even make a move to stop it; now he couldn't even leave himself.
The wine poured into his mouth with a gurgling sound, Le Zhengyang looked content, his old Face half-flushed, and said:
"This wine was brewed by the little ones in our Family using dozens of Heaven And Earth Treasures over several years. It has the effect of prolonging life. Are you truly not going to have any?"
"...No."
Yuanen Zhentian's eyes flickered. Compared to prolonging life, his own granddaughter was, of course, more important.
How could a powerful individual like him ruin a major matter for a sip of wine? Would he become the Gluttonous Douluo from ten thousand years ago?
Moreover, the other party's Family was truly peculiar. The younger ones took his granddaughter and quickly made her one of their own, while the older ones wouldn't let him leave.
Did they want to abduct him, a demigod, as well?
"If you don't want it, then forget it. Let's talk about business."
Le Zhengyang shook the gourd, put on a serious expression, and said: "Your skills are extraordinary. It's such a pity to live in seclusion. Don't you want to come out and achieve something great?"
Yuanen Zhentian's expression became stern, "You want to recruit this old man?"
"Wrong, I'm not recruiting you." Le Zhengyang corrected him with a smile: "I'm recruiting your entire Family."
"If my senses aren't mistaken, your Spirit is the Titan Giant Ape? A few years ago, a young Genius named Yuanen Tiandang, whose Spirit was also the Titan Giant Ape, appeared in the Spirit Master's world."
"My son wanted to lure him into the Southern Legion but was rejected. He came back saying that there must be a Limit Douluo behind this young man, and that would be you, wouldn't it?"
Yuanen Zhentian's expression changed, and Le Zhengyang knew he had guessed correctly, his smile becoming even more fervent:
"The Angel Family cherishes talent and offers high positions. If you are interested, you can state any conditions; there are not many things our Family cannot do or obtain."
Upon hearing this, Yuanen Zhentian was speechless, "...Is your Angel Family a bandit's den? You just bring back any Genius you see?"
Three generations of his Family had been sought out by Angel Spirit Masters, specifically targeting their Tai Tan Family to exploit?
"Hehe, when this old man was young, he rarely cared about Face, and many people secretly cursed him as a bandit."
Le Zhengyang laughed proudly: "But they couldn't defeat this old man, so they could only curse a few words behind his back."
Yuanen Zhentian wanted to say, "You're just as shameless now that you're old, a complete old bandit," but after thinking about it, he swallowed the words and changed the subject:
"Let's not discuss this matter. You took my granddaughter, but do you know she has a major hidden danger?"
"Of course." Le Zhengyang's expression sobered, and he narrowed his eyes, saying:
"The Fallen Angel Spirit is a natural Evil Soul Master seed. Once it becomes evil, it is the most terrifying Evil Spirit."
"Not saying it's one hundred percent evil is giving Face. According to our Family rules, a Fallen Angel Spirit Master, once discovered, must be immediately suppressed and brought back to the Family; those not brought back have all turned evil, without exception!"
"If your granddaughter wasn't a twin spirits, and my grand-nephew hadn't taken a liking to her, this old man would have made a move to Seal her Spirit!"
As he spoke, Le Zhengyang's tone grew sharper, and a chilling Killing Intent flashed across his brows.
It wasn't that he was deeply prejudiced; the Fallen Angel Spirit was too sinister. Some of its Spirit Abilities were inherently evil, and cultivating it to the Titled Douluo level would lead to a great disaster.
If not for the special circumstances, even if Yuanen Zhentian, this seasoned demigod, tried to stop him, he would still cripple Yuanen Yehui.
Even in the future, if Yuanen Yehui were to have problems, he would still act, although he felt that Feng Zaixing would clean up his own Family.
However, to Le Zhengyang's surprise, Yuanen Zhentian, upon hearing that he intended to cripple Yuanen Yehui, not only showed no hostility but instead looked overjoyed.
"If you can Seal the Fallen Angel, that would be for the best!"
Several question marks appeared on Le Zhengyang's forehead: "???"
So understanding?
"You have already seen an evilized Fallen Angel?" After a brief thought, Le Zhengyang came up with this explanation.
Spirits can be inherited. Yuanen Yehui has a Fallen Angel, so her relatives might also have it.
"More than just seen, we paid an extremely heavy price..."
Yuanen Zhentian's throat felt dry as painful memories flooded his mind, as if he had returned to that terrifying night.
"...After that nightmare, this old man swore he would never let another Fallen Angel Cultivate into a Titled Douluo."
After recounting his Family's tragic experiences, Yuanen Zhentian gave a bitter smile and shook his head, saying to Le Zhengyang:
"Originally, I was going to send her to Shrek and have Atlas Douluo keep an eye on her; but meeting you all is not bad either..."
Le Zhengyang's gaze was deep, and he nodded solemnly, saying in a low voice: "Don't worry, no one understands how to deal with Evil Soul Masters better than us."
"Demon Plane, hmph! This old man has long wanted to spar with them. I wonder if those demons who cannot be resurrected dare to fight to the death with this old man!"
Yuanen Zhentian nodded, then added: "However, since you intercepted my granddaughter, Shrek might have an opinion."
"It doesn't matter. Long Yeyue is afraid of death, and Yun Ming wouldn't dare to gamble his life with this old man."
Le Zhengyang waved his hand indifferently, pouting:
"A junior of this old man is also a pre-selected Shrek student, and he's not going now; not to mention your granddaughter has a Fallen Angel. Not Sealing her is already showing mercy."
They even stole the Tang Sect's ultimate techniques, so what's one Genius?
As Mu Ye would say, Shrek's loss is not even a fraction of the 'Secrets of the Body' being lost for ten thousand years... Two hours later.
An armored Spirit Tool vehicle sped through streets and alleys, rushing through the bustling urban area. A towering, majestic hundred-story pagoda, reaching into the clouds, was visible in the distance.
Yuanen Yehui sat in the back seat, buckled up, and said in a low voice: "Boss, can you drive a bit slower? My heart is racing."
"Are you, a big man, afraid of car vibrations? Your boss here is military personnel, and military vehicles are driven like this; plus, my driving skills are top-notch, I definitely won't hit anyone."
In the driver's seat, Feng Zaixing spun the steering wheel like a Russian roulette, but his body remained steady.
"This is Spirit Dou City, we can go slower."
Yuanen Yehui glanced at the steel forest of skyscrapers outside the window, feeling a bit like a country bumpkin entering the city.
The World outside was so different from the Family area.
"What's wrong with Spirit Dou City? Even the fifth largest city on the continent can't enforce laws arbitrarily. I don't run red lights, and I don't cross lines. If anyone causes me trouble, I'll find their superior for a cup of tea."
Feng Zaixing pouted. His enjoyment of messing with Evil Soul Masters didn't mean he wouldn't mess with others.
Any corrupt official who fell into his hands would be a good deed for the people.
Yuanen Yehui was speechless. Her new boss was terrifyingly fierce. Was this what they called a proud and fierce general?
But it was indeed exciting. If she had money in the future, could she also learn to drive like that?
Yuanen Yehui felt an inexplicable itch in her heart, like a kitten scratching.
A moment later.
The Spirit Tool car drove into the Spirit Transfer Pagoda's parking lot. Feng Zaixing motioned for Yuanen Yehui to get out of the car and walked into the Spirit Transfer Pagoda with practiced ease.
After showing his black card, the staff showed extremely enthusiastic expressions and led the two onto the elevator, directly to the upper floors.
On the one hundred and eighth floor, as soon as the elevator opened, the two saw a dignified middle-aged man rise from a sofa. His eyebrows were like green pines, and his aura was impressive. He greeted them with an enthusiastic smile.
"Haha, how rare, how rare! Young friend Feng has actually come to our place, and he's even brought a young brother... Eh?"
Xu Shengqun, one of the four Spirit Transfer Envoys of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda, the Heavenly Saint Douluo, glanced at Yuanen Yehui and immediately realized that this was a "fake" woman disguised as a man.
"What's wrong, Your Excellency Heavenly Saint? Are you alright?" Feng Zaixing asked with a smile.
"Nothing, of course nothing."
"That's good. Your Excellency is a Spirit Transfer Envoy with a heavy responsibility, a pillar of the Federation. Nothing must happen to you."
After praising the other party, Feng Zaixing pointed at Yuanen Yehui, saying with great ambition:
"His Spirit is the Fallen Angel. Give us a top-tier dark Spirit Soul under two thousand years old, with quality as the priority. Money is not an issue."
"...Alright, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Upon hearing Yuanen Yehui's Spirit, Xu Shengqun felt even more peculiar. Even a mutated Holy Angel couldn't mutate into a Fallen Angel. Where did Feng Zaixing find such a Genius?
But despite his many doubts, business had to be done. This on-duty Spirit Transfer Envoy busied himself for a while and conjured three Spirit Souls.
A sixteen-hundred-year-old Dark Demonic Earth Dragon, a thirteen-hundred-year-old Dark Demonic Tiger, and an eight-hundred-year-old Death Vulture.
"What do you think?" Xu Shengqun asked with a faint smile.
Yuanen Yehui's eyes showed a flicker of interest, while Feng Zaixing frowned and asked: "Do you have anything stronger?"
Not weak, but not enough.
"What do you mean?"
Feng Zaixing crossed his arms and asked: "Indomitable Spirit Souls, do you have any? Like the Dark Demonic Evil God Tiger."