Chapter 62: Holy Spirit Cult Elder—Yuwen Dali!

"You two seem to be in a bad mood?"

"Do you need a break? Perhaps a few days off?"

Just as they had fallen into despair and had yet to recover from their shock, Di Tian's sudden appearance startled the two men.

They quickly composed themselves, and Zhen Hua responded indifferently:

"Beast God, you trouble yourself too much."

"It's just that after seeing some old friends after so long, I feel a bit melancholic."

"Melancholic?"

"I think it's more than that."

Di Tian played with the liquor jar on the table, finding only some darkened wine residue left inside.

"This wine, did you enjoy it?"

His half-smiling inquiry made Zhen Hua and Mu Ye's hearts tighten.

Bracing himself, Zhen Hua explained, "Xu Shengqun forced us to hand it over. It had nothing to do with us."

"I am pleased that you did not speak up first. But the fact that you regarded them as your saviors? That, I do not like."

"Furthermore, even if you did not initiate this, you still went along with it."

"We are all adults here. This is not a child's game. Whatever you do, whether you intended it or not, you must bear the consequences."

Hearing Di Tian lay things out so bluntly, Zhen Hua abandoned any remaining hope of getting out unscathed.

In a cold voice, he declared, "Di Tian! You swore upon your title as Beast God—"

"Bang!"

Before he could finish, Mu Ye slammed the porcelain cup he had just drunk from onto the table, shattering it into countless shards.

"If you dare touch A Ruheng, I will fight you to the death!"

However, to Di Tian, Mu Ye's threat was as insignificant as an ant's struggle. He didn't even glance at him.

Instead, he calmly continued, "Relax, you two."

"There is a difference between a crime attempted and a crime committed. Naturally, their punishments will also differ."

"Since I have already given my word, Yuan Bao'er and A Ruheng will not be in any danger."

"However, let this be the first and last time."

"There will not be a next time."

With that, Di Tian rose to leave.

As he walked away, he left them with one final sentence:

"I trust that, given your access to information, you will soon hear the results yourselves."

Ignoring their shouts and protests, Di Tian departed without hesitation.

It wasn't long before he caught up to Xu Shengqun, the Heavenly Saint Douluo, who had just been reveling in his "life well-lived."

At that moment, Xu Shengqun was seated inside a black-grade mecha exclusive to the Spirit Pagoda, heading toward its headquarters.

To deal with a Hyper Douluo who didn't even possess a four-word battle armor, Di Tian didn't need his full strength.

He simply formed a sword with his fingers and casually slashed out. A sword light containing world-shattering, apocalyptic power sliced toward Xu Shengqun—at a speed just slow enough for a Hyper Douluo to react.

Inside the mecha, Xu Shengqun had been resting with his eyes closed in the co-pilot seat. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and his head twisted around so quickly it was as if his neck would snap.

In his pupils, the terrifying sword light was already reflected.

His spiritual instincts screamed of imminent doom, and his vision transmitted sheer terror to his brain. The sensation made his scalp prickle as if it would explode.

In sheer panic, he shouted:"A sword!"

"Sword God!"

"Amorous Douluo?!"

Clearly, due to a preconceived notion, he had instinctively assumed that the assailant was none other than the world-renowned sword master, Amorous Douluo Zang Xin.

For a fleeting moment, countless thoughts flashed through Xu Shengqun's mind:

The Spirit Pagoda and Shrek Academy, as well as the Tang Sect, had always been at odds. But would they truly go so far as to assassinate him?

He was one of the four great Spirit Envoys of the Spirit Pagoda—while not the most powerful, he was still one of the rare elites on the continent. Would the Tang Sect dare to ignore their own reputation and commit such an act?

If it was acceptable for the strong to crush the weak at will, then what order would remain in the Soul Master world?

Unless the Spirit Pagoda had done something so heinous that it justified this, there was no reason for Zang Xin to kill him without causing massive upheaval.

But in the end?

In the span of a single second, he saw his own brain matter splattering outward.

One of the Spirit Pagoda's Spirit Envoys, the Heavenly Saint Douluo Xu Shengqun—dead.

Even as his consciousness faded, he never understood why Zang Xin would dare to risk public outrage to kill him.

"Crack! Crack!"

On the wreckage of the damaged black-grade mecha, a black box-like distress communicator shattered—it had been activated by Xu Shengqun himself.

Of course, Di Tian didn't even glance at it.

From the moment he swung his sword, he had already walked away, unconcerned about the outcome.

It had simply been a passing action—if it had some positive effect, great. If not, it was of no consequence.

As for where Di Tian himself had gone?

He had traveled to a small city on the eastern coast of the continent.

This coastal city had only recently developed from a small fishing village.

As such, among the many cities in the east, it was neither prosperous nor remarkable—merely average and unremarkable.

Yet, hidden within this inconspicuous city was an important branch of the Holy Spirit Cult, overseeing all of its activities in the eastern part of the continent.

At this moment, the head of the branch, an elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, was bowing and scraping before a black-haired, golden-eyed youth.

It was not just because he had seen the Demon Sovereign's token but also due to the terrifying soul power pressure emanating from the young man.

All the elders of the Holy Spirit Cult were three-word battle armor-wearing Titled Douluo, yet this youth's soul power pressure made him feel as if he were suffocating.

Furthermore, he had once seen a painting of this person shown to him by Ghost Emperor.

With absolute certainty, he knew—the young man before him was none other than the Beast God, Di Tian.

Immediately, he respectfully introduced himself, despite his heart pounding in fear:"I am Yuwen Dali, the Holy Spirit Cult's Eastern Continent leader and an elder within the cult. I greet the Beast God."

"What brings the esteemed Beast God here?"

After finishing his introduction, Yuwen Dali suddenly felt his entire body stiffen.

Raising his head slightly, he found himself staring into a pair of dazzling golden dragon eyes, gazing at him with an unsettling expression.

A layer of goosebumps erupted across his pale skin, and his hair stood on end.

"Beast God…?"

"It's nothing. I simply have a task for you."

Di Tian withdrew his scattered thoughts.

Not even remotely similar.

At best, it was a mere coincidence—this vast world was full of unexpected resemblances.

"Please instruct me, Beast God."

Di Tian nodded and issued a straightforward command:"Go to Eastsea City, Eastsea Academy. Capture Mu Chen's only daughter, Mu Xi, the president of the Eastsea City Blacksmiths' Association, and bring her to the Holy Spirit Cult for three to five days."

"You may do whatever you wish during that time. But after three to five days, she must be returned alive."

"Yes, yes, of course." Yuwen Dali hastily agreed, sighing in relief.

At least it wasn't something as hellishly difficult as "assassinate Yun Ming."

Feeling confident, he added, "We have agents near Eastsea City. This will be a simple task, Beast God, rest assured."

"Kekekeke~"

Hearing his eerie laughter, Di Tian uncharacteristically added a condition:

"You will personally handle this. No outsourcing."

(End of Chapter)