Chapter 64: Tang Wulin – What If We Encounter Evil Soul Masters on the Train?

"A single mistake or accident could result in mental retardation, spiritual collapse, or even death."

After a brief sigh, before A Ruheng could exclaim in shock, Di Tian clenched his fingers, causing the space around them to twist and ripple.

In the blink of an eye, both Di Tian and A Ruheng vanished from the Body Sect's premises.

A Ruheng felt an overwhelming sensation of dizziness, his vision flickering with golden sparks.

When he finally recovered, the scene before him had completely changed.

They had arrived at the Heaven's Ravine.

Even though A Ruheng had spent most of his life training within the Body Sect, he was still familiar with this place.

The Heaven's Ravine was located within the former Douhun Empire and was considered the ancestral land of the Body Sect.

Six thousand years ago, after regaining some of its former strength, a peerless Body Douluo emerged from the sect. With the indestructible body of the Immaculate Golden Form, he broke through to the rank of Limit Douluo and led the resistance against the Abyssal Plane's invasion, earning unparalleled military merits.

Following negotiations with the Sun-Moon Federation, he successfully reclaimed the sect's ancestral land, Heaven's Ravine.

Unfortunately, the passage of time was relentless.

Though the Body Sect reclaimed their ancestral land, it was no longer a suitable place for their disciples to train. It was reduced to a historical site for worship rather than a functional training ground.

And then?

A Ruheng looked forward—only to see that Heaven's Ravine was gone!!!

More accurately, it had been completely erased with a single finger!

Heaven's Ravine was a vast natural trench, a geographical barrier of extreme depth and magnitude. Rising alongside it were towering mountains, once serving as the ideal sanctuary for the sect.

The surrounding terrain was a network of endless valleys, with mist swirling through the gorges, exuding an air of an ancient, secluded sect.

Yet, with just a single press of his finger, Di Tian erased it all.

A colossal finger materialized, seemingly forged from the very essence of heaven and earth, embodying the concept of absolute suppression.

This celestial-like digit descended with an unimaginable weight, displacing the very winds and clouds, dispersing all the mist in its path.

The moment it touched the towering mountains, the entire terrain shifted. The underground layers warped, and artificial fault lines emerged from sheer force.

The ancestral land of the Body Sect, along with its towering peaks and structures, was mercilessly flattened, swallowed into the very depths of the trench—reduced to an extension of Heaven's Ravine.

"Thud!"

A Ruheng, the sole witness to this apocalyptic event, was utterly shattered. His knees buckled beneath him as he collapsed onto the ground.

He had spent his life within the Body Sect.

He considered it his home.

And now, before his very eyes, the sect's ancestral land had been crushed into oblivion.

The remains of their elders and predecessors were buried within it.

Watching it get swallowed up was no different from witnessing someone desecrate his own family's ancestral graves.

"Drip, drip..."

Even during the harshest training, enduring the most excruciating pains to cultivate the legendary Innate Secret Art, A Ruheng had never shed a single tear.

Yet now, his tears fell like torrential rain.

A boy renowned for his indomitable will sobbed uncontrollably.

With trembling hands, he fumbled through his storage ring, eventually retrieving a soul communicator that connected to Mu Ye.

"Beep... beep... beep..."

A frightened and overwhelmed youth—his first instinct was to seek solace, to find someone who could listen, someone he could lean on.

By then, Di Tian had long since departed.

He had no interest in lingering to watch A Ruheng's lamentation.

At the same time, a group of Evil Soul Masters, lurking in the shadows, began their infiltration towards **Eastsea City—**their predetermined target!

Among them was a seasoned Evil Soul Master who had spent years wandering the eastern regions, specializing in gathering intelligence. Upon receiving orders from a high-ranking elder, he had also arrived in Eastsea City.

"Elder Yuwen, this Eastsea City beneath our feet is the second-largest coastal city of the eastern seaboard. It plays a critical role in maritime transportation and marine resource development."

"The city's architecture retains many ancient styles, as the Federation has increasingly prioritized cultural heritage protection. As a result, you'll find countless buildings that are over a thousand years old."

"Because of its proximity to the sea, even the soul train that runs through it is designed with a blue color scheme. The train station—"

"Smack!"

Before he could ramble on any further, Yuwen delivered a powerful slap to his face.

"Focus on the important details!"

The Evil Soul Master, who had just been sent spinning 360 degrees from the impact, blinked in dazed confusion, his voice filled with grievance.

"Elder, I was getting to the important part!"

"The key point is what I was about to mention—the soul train. Its main route runs through Eastsea Academy's primary zones: the academy district, commercial area, residential sector, the local Spirit Pagoda branch, and the Tang Sect division."

"Your target—Mu Xi, daughter of the president of Eastsea City's Blacksmiths' Association—uses this train for all her travels."

"If we abduct her, it will be far easier on the train than within the academy itself."

"Hmm." Yuwen nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure to reward you later."

"A reward from the Elder?!"

The Evil Soul Master's eyes lit up with excitement. Fueled by this expectation, he continued his report with renewed enthusiasm.

"Mu Xi has a dormitory roommate named Ouyang Zixin—one of Eastsea Academy's top beauties."

"She and Mu Xi are also closely acquainted with a student named Tang Wulin. The exact reason is still under investigation, but it's likely due to their shared profession—blacksmithing."

"The only major concern is Tang Wulin's teacher, Wu Zhangkong."

"Wu Zhangkong is an alumnus of Shrek Academy, a Rank 60 Soul Emperor, and a Two-Word Battle Armor Master."

"More importantly, he is the lover of Long Bing, daughter of the Dark Bee—one of the Four Great Kings of the Evil Soul Masters."

"During his time at Shrek Academy, Wu Zhangkong was regarded as a potential successor to the Sea God's Pavilion Master, due to his exceptional Heavenly Frost Sword martial soul, believed to reach the Extreme Ice level."

"Although he crippled himself after Long Bing's death, his combat strength is not to be underestimated."

Just as he finished speaking, his tone shifted into a mental transmission.

"They're boarding the train."

Following his direction, Yuwen's gaze landed on a large group of students, all moving towards the train doors—dressed in various attires.

"Tang Wulin, what is this thing you gave me? Clothes?"

"This green thing is heavy, ugly, and just plain terrible."

"There's a vest of Cloud Titanium Alloy inside, reinforced with thousand-refined metal. The exterior was sewn with our school uniform's fabric to disguise it." Tang Wulin explained, pride evident in his voice.

Beside him, Xie Xie held up the deep green cloth, his face filled with disgust.

"Why green?"

"And seriously, we're just taking a quick trip. This is completely unnecessary."

"Is it ugly?" Tang Wulin scratched his head in confusion.

"According to legends, two thousand years ago, the original Shrek Seven Devils wore green uniforms."

"They all became gods, so they probably had better taste than us, right?"

"Besides, wearing this greatly enhances your defense."

"What if we encounter Evil Soul Masters on the train? Our survival rate would increase significantly."

(End of Chapter.)