Chapter 311: Sorry, the Holy Spirit Sect Doesn’t Take Trash

"Damn it! Those vile nobles!"

As Ye Guyi stepped into the underground tunnel, the flickering torchlight on both sides illuminated the hidden secrets buried below.

A tragic figure slowly came into view.

It was a young girl, likely in her teens, but her hands and feet were bound with thick iron chains. Her wrists were covered in scars from prolonged friction, and signs of heavy torture were evident. Her clothes were tattered and emitted a foul odor—clearly, she hadn't been cleaned or cared for in a long time.

Ye Guyi brushed past her subordinates and crouched down to examine the girl's condition, visibly tense—then she sighed in relief: the girl was still alive.

"I can't even imagine what she's gone through," Ye Guyi thought grimly, her opinion of the nobles kneeling outside dropping several notches further.

"Milady, what should we do?" a guard asked casually—he'd clearly grown numb to such tragedies brought on by the powerful.

"Bang!"

With one decisive strike, Ye Guyi shattered the chains binding the girl and scooped her up in her arms, utterly unbothered by the smell.

"Keep searching. There may be others," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am!"

As her soldiers replied, Ye Guyi sped off without a backward glance. Her only thought was to find a place to settle the girl before returning to kick the living hell out of those well-dressed nobles who looked human but behaved like monsters.

Back in the ornate Duke's mansion...

"Milord, I've been wronged—!"

Robbinel watched Ye Guyi emerge from the underground, the fury practically radiating off her in visible waves. He panicked and turned toward Xu Cheng, hoping for mercy.

But Xu Cheng merely gave him a cold glance.

That was all it took—Robbinel froze, his face turned white, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

"What happened?"

Xu Cheng smiled faintly, silencing Robbinel. He turned to face Ye Guyi, who had already arrived before him, carrying the unconscious girl on her shoulder.

The air in the hall grew tense.

Ye Cheng opened his mouth as if to speak, but ultimately swallowed his words. A flash of anxiety crossed his eyes.

But Ye Guyi didn't notice. Still fuming, her golden eyes swept over the line of kneeling nobles with icy disdain. As an inheritor of the Angel Martial Soul, she abhorred evil and was sworn to eliminate darkness wherever she found it.

Seeing this, how could she not burn with rage?

She wanted nothing more than to rip those men apart on the spot.

But she swallowed her anger, gently laid the girl down, and gave her report to Xu Cheng.

"Oh? So that's what happened…" Xu Cheng smacked his lips, seemingly uninterested, as he turned to look at a long shadow behind a palace column cast by the sunlight.

"Guyi, look there," Xu Cheng pointed.

"A shadow?" Ye Guyi frowned. The girl she carried was barely alive, and this guy was asking her to look at shadows?

She took a deep breath. "Milord, she—"

"What color is the shadow?" Xu Cheng interrupted.

"It's gray!" Ye Guyi snapped.

"Then why… isn't it black or white?" Xu Cheng mused, eyes turning to the girl on the ground.

Just as Ye Guyi was losing patience...

Xu Cheng suddenly asked:"If I gave you the right to judge them, what would you decide?"

"Execute them. Display their heads on the city walls. Not one of these nobles is worth a damn!" Ye Guyi replied coldly.

Xu Cheng smiled.

Then, with a flick of his finger, he pointed to the kneeling nobles.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, before their terrified eyes, their heads exploded like shattered melons, spraying blood across the floor—and all over Ye Guyi's clothing.

"Now they're dead. So what comes next?"

Ye Guyi stared at Xu Cheng in shock. For the first time, she felt the overwhelming pressure of his presence—this man could kill without blinking.

"I…"

Before she could respond, a chilling voice came from behind her.

"So… you noticed me all along, huh?"

Ye Guyi turned around.

The "weak" girl she had rescued had now risen to her feet. Her eyes were pitch black, her aura terrifying, and black mist curled around her body.

She looked like a puppet—her limbs stiff, her movements unnatural.

"But it's fine. That meddler is dead now, hahahaha… That damned Duke dared imprison me. Once I recover, I'll turn his whole family into wooden puppets!"

The girl's voice was shrill and cold.

"You—you're not…" Ye Guyi's eyes widened in horror.

"Heh. That aura of yours—Holy-type Martial Soul, huh? Disgusting." The girl sneered. "If I hadn't been locked away for so many years, my strength wouldn't have dwindled to this. All my puppets were destroyed. Otherwise, the first thing I'd do is rip your soul out and devour it!"

Ye Guyi's world shattered."How… how could this be?"

Xu Cheng looked at the girl with some curiosity.

"Mu Gui Master. Rank 82 Soul Douluo. Three years ago, you ravaged the Heavenly Soul Empire. Expert in escape techniques. You can regenerate your soul through your puppets. Disappeared three years ago. The Holy Spirit Sect had considered recruiting you, actually…"

He sighed.

"Who knew… the Duke took care of it."

"He wasn't a bad guy? I misjudged him?" Ye Guyi looked numbly at the headless corpse beside her.

Xu Cheng gave her a glance and shook his head.

Then the puppet girl turned to him.

"Boy, you've got potential. How about becoming my apprentice?" she asked eagerly."You're a Spirit-type user too. Your power base looks solid. Just provide me a steady stream of souls. Once I become a Title Douluo—"

"Sorry," Xu Cheng cut in with a calm smile."The Holy Spirit Sect doesn't take trash."

The girl paused, her expression darkening.

"Fine, brat. If that's how you want it, I'll teach you a lesson—!"

As she spoke, black mist surged around her.

Seeing no one move to stop her, she grinned.

"My eighth soul skill: Soul Extraction! It forcibly rips the soul from a person's body, and then…"

(Chapter End)