Chapter 281: Gu Yue's Discount Master
Jiang Chen turned his gaze once more toward the trembling Evil Soul Master nearby.
His expression softened as he said, "Will you talk or not?"
"I'll talk! I'll talk! Just let me live!" The ordinary Evil Soul Master was far weaker‑willed than their leader.
Especially after seeing Jiang Chen kill without hesitation—erasing bodies and bones alike—his composure shattered.
With that faint smile on his face, Jiang Chen seemed more terrifying than any Evil Soul Master.
No wonder he'd once been able to pass as the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult.
"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"
"It was the commander! The commander told us to kill Shrek Academy students—as revenge against the Academy!"
Jiang Chen blinked. "???"
So they hadn't actually come for him?
He stood there dumbfounded. After all that, it turned out to be Shrek Academy's mess again?
What had Shrek done now to provoke the Evil Soul Masters so badly they'd risk infiltrating the Douluo Federation—a deathtrap for them—just to attack its students?
"It's because the Spirit Transmission Tower invaded our sect's headquarters last time," the man continued in a trembling voice. "The deputy cult master was intercepted by people from Shrek Academy, so this mission was meant as revenge—to target Shrek students."
"Then why not retaliate against the Spirit Tower instead?" Jiang Chen asked, frowning.
The Evil Soul Master froze, lips sealed again.
Fine—so the Holy Spirit Cult bullied the weak and feared the strong.
Jiang Chen turned toward Ye Xinglan. "Anything else you want to ask?"
Ye Xinglan looked away and muttered awkwardly, "No."
"All right then."
He checked the time—it wasn't too late yet. His palm pressed lightly to the Evil Soul Master's head, knocking him unconscious.
After sending a message to Yun Ming and Huo Tiangang, Jiang Chen boarded his flight.
"Dear passengers, the flight from Heaven Dou City to Douluo City has landed. Please gather your belongings and exit in an orderly fashion."
"So hot here…" he muttered as he stepped out.
Following the plan, instead of returning to Douluo University, he headed straight for the Spirit Transmission Tower.
They were expecting him—after all, he'd been asked to establish a contract with Yuanen Yehui.
"Looks like I'm taking another disciple," he sighed.
Just imagining it gave him a headache. If he knew that the Huo family had agreed to the Yuanen clan's request mostly to "learn from his child‑rearing methods," he'd probably kill them all out of sheer frustration.
But no one dared to tell him that truth.
"You're going to form a contract with Yuanen Yehui?" Ye Xinglan asked suspiciously. Something about it didn't sit right with her.
This guy already attracted enough women—did he really need another one in his orbit?
What a scoundrel.
She silently judged him, her opinion firm: kindhearted man, yes—but a total flirt.
And that Na'er still adored him, which she found utterly baffling.
Still, Ye Xinglan reminded herself, her future man would have to be stronger than her—and absolutely loyal in love.
"What are you thinking? You coming or going back to school?"
Realizing he'd walked ahead, she hurried to catch up. "Wait for me!"
The headquarters of the Spirit Transmission Tower loomed high above the clouds.
Every floor served a distinct purpose.
On the sixty‑ninth floor sat the Contract Chamber, surrounded by walls built from star‑pith jade known as "Star Soul Stone."
In daylight it glowed with a soft, milky sheen—frozen moonlight itself. But by night, countless specks like stars awakened within, making the entire room resemble a galaxy.
Since Heaven‑blessed Soul Masters had been formally recognized by the Federation, the ceremony binding them to other soul masters had become a matter of special care.
Everything had to be precise, especially for contracts under the "Spirit Resonance Pact." The chamber for them was nicknamed the "Hall of Heart Union."
Vows exchanged here were preserved within paired rings formed from "Mandarin Stones," refined from the thousand‑year beast Ling Yuan. These rings calmed the mind and strengthened the bond.
That day, the chamber shimmered with soft brilliance.
Its dome wasn't ordinary stone—it was carved from an immense, flawless "Celestial Crystal."
Daylight and starlight refracted through it into gentle, tangible streams of ivory light, washing silently over anyone who entered.
"You're the one who stole the heart of my precious little disciple?"
A soothing yet distant voice interrupted him.
A woman approached—features exquisite as a painting, figure sculpted to perfection, a calm expression that still kept others at arm's length.
Cold Yaozhu, Vice Tower Master of the Spirit Transmission Tower. A ninety‑eighth‑rank Super Douluo.
And Gu Yue's so‑called "cheap master."
Cold Yaozhu's gaze swept up and down Jiang Chen. "Not bad. Strong talent. No wonder the Huo family treasures you."
But as she looked, her eyes carried subtle resentment.
So this is the man who stole my disciple away… Now even when I call Gu Yue, she barely answers me.
She didn't realize that even without him, Gu Yue would've treated her the same way.
She was just a tool‑master in Gu Yue's eyes.
Cold Yaozhu pondered inwardly—his background, his cultivation, his status… he did match her disciple rather well. He was even handsome.
If only he weren't quite so fickle.
Having reviewed his file, she knew he was surrounded by several women already—and worse, all of them prettier than her disciple.
She simply couldn't understand it. Gu Yue was stunning, yet always chose to hide her beauty—what was the point? Trying to find a man who didn't care about looks? Good luck with that.
The thought cast a faint shadow over Yaozhu's eyes.
"Yun Ming…" she breathed softly, almost to herself.
"Vice Tower Master," Jiang Chen greeted politely. After all, this was Gu Yue's teacher, however unofficially.
Cold Yaozhu narrowed her eyes. "You rascal..."
"All right, Tower Master, time to change into your ceremonial robes," another voice intervened.
Huo Tiangang stepped out from behind Jiang Chen. With Jiang Chen's growing influence, Huo Tiangang's own rank in the Tower had soared—he was now one of the official Four Spirit Envoys.
Even Qian Gu Zhangting still served only as a substitute.
Of course, that was expected. Huo Tiangang had already reached the Titled Douluo level, and one of those four envoy positions had long been reserved for the Huo family—just like one of the vice tower master titles.
"Ancestor," Huo Tiangang muttered in a low voice, "today's ceremony's overseer is Vice Master Leng… so, uh, please—mind your tone. Compliment her, nicely."
Addressing her as "Vice Tower Master" right off the bat—bold move.
Everyone knew this woman didn't give face easily. Huo Tiangang was sweating bullets for his ancestor.
"It's fine," Jiang Chen said quietly. "For Gu Yue's sake, she won't make trouble."
Huo Tiangang fell silent. Somehow, that only made him more nervous.
The hall was far from empty.
Many people Jiang Chen didn't recognize had gathered, yet his Dark Demon Evil God Tiger's senses told him a few among them carried the potential of "Heaven‑blessed Soul Masters."
In other words—people with latent Evil Soul Master traits.
He raised a brow. "Quite the crowd, huh?"
(END CHAPTER)
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