Chapter 114: Ultimate Douluo Fertilizer, Extremely Effective

Xiong Jun's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He truly hadn't expected that a human powerhouse standing at the peak of the continent would be so cowardly.

Just as he was about to continue pursuing Long Yeyue, the Zi Ji behind him pressed him down and shook her head.

"You won't catch her."

Although Xiong Jun was reluctant, he still stopped.

There was no choice—after all, Zi Ji was the commander of this operation, designated by Di Tian himself.

Still, he protested in dissatisfaction, "So we're just going to let her escape?!"

At this moment, Zi Ji's expression suddenly became strange.

However, it wasn't because of Xiong Jun—it was because of Di Tian.

"Di Tian just sent a voice transmission. He said his side of things is already taken care of."

"He also said that he still needs a bag of fertilizer and suggested making use of waste materials."

Xiong Jun: "?"

"What do you mean? What fertilizer?"

Purple Demon spread her hands helplessly. "No idea."

"I didn't understand either."

Xiong Jun: "…"

During their brief conversation, Long Yeyue had already fled thousands of miles away, arriving at a remote and impoverished village.

In the present age, with soul tool technology extremely advanced, the urbanization process of the Douluo Continent had reached 70 percent.

Only some elderly people and left-behind children remained in the small village, making it desolate and sparsely populated.

Under the old locust tree at the village entrance, a streak of light extinguished.

Cough! Cough…

Long Yeyue supported herself against the tree trunk, coughing up blood violently. Her frail body resembled a candle flickering in the wind, as if it might topple over at any moment.

Her four-word battle armor had long since been burned away completely. Her clothes were in tatters, barely enough to cover her body.

The blood she coughed up was slightly black and even contained some solid fragments—either congealed black blood clots or other unknown substances.

Only after coughing up a large mouthful of stagnant blood did Long Yeyue finally catch her breath.

But that breath was soon filled with seething rage.

Crunch! Crunch…

Her clenched teeth ground against each other, making a harsh noise, and her hoarse voice was like the wail of a demon.

"A bunch of wretched villains!"

"When this old woman recovers, I will skin you alive and strip your tendons!"

The more she spoke, the angrier she became, until her eyes turned bloodshot and her breath grew ragged—

She looked as if she wished to drink their blood and devour their flesh.

Cough!

It was only when another mouthful of black blood surged up that it blocked her throat, cutting off her endless curses.

Only then did she realize she needed to suppress her rage, as staying calm was more conducive to healing her injuries.

Hoo…

Exhaling several deep breaths of foul air, she forcibly pushed down the raging flames of vengeance in her heart.

A gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

Though the young generation of Shrek Academy had been wiped out, the old guard still remained.

Their students were spread all over the world. Like a centipede, even if heavily injured, Shrek Academy would not truly die. At least for now, their golden reputation still held weight.

She, Long Yeyue, was still alive. Once she recovered, with the cultivation of an Ultimate Douluo, a single call to arms would rally countless followers.

Oh, right! If others could use two rank-12 fixed soul-guided shells to bombard Shrek Academy, why couldn't she use the last remaining one to strike back at the masterminds behind it?!

She felt that contacting Chen Xinjie and having him help her acquire that last rank-12 fixed soul-guided shell was completely feasible.

By then, whether it was to revive Shrek Academy or exact revenge on the culprits, both would be entirely possible.

The moment this thought took root, she felt that her "strategic retreat" had been an incredibly wise decision.

As a hint of satisfaction crept onto her lips and the light of vengeance glowed like the coming dawn—

A violent spatial fluctuation erupted beside her from the ancient locust tree.

"Tsk, they say the old grow wise, but you sure can run!"

A seemingly admiring voice rang out as a black dragon claw extended from the distorted space, pressing toward her.

Though small compared to the thousand-meter-long true dragon, in Long Yeyue's eyes, this "tiny" black dragon claw carried an oppressive force so overwhelming that it felt like the sky was collapsing, leaving her with no escape.

It was a strike so terrifying it could be described as—

"If an immortal pats my head, my skull will shatter in an instant."

The surrounding space was entirely sealed off.

Her twin true dragon martial souls let out weak whimpers.

Despite the formidable power provided by her Twin True Dragon Martial Souls, nearly half of her strength was rendered unusable.

She couldn't even ignite her life force again to attempt another strategic retreat.

She could only watch, helplessly, as death drew closer and closer.

The moment the tip of the black dragon claw touched her forehead—

Her vision instantly blacked out.

Her thoughts ceased entirely.

The terror and shock in her eyes faded into emptiness and hollowness.

The flames of vengeance and revival within her were snuffed out along with her life.

Her earlier dreams of rallying students and reviving Shrek had, in this instant, become nothing but delusions.

As the spatial energy receded, the area returned to normal.

Long Yeyue's body collapsed limply to the ground, revealing Di Tian's human form—a young man with black hair and golden eyes.

A translucent, emerald-green spherical seed floated in his palm.

Di Tian then crouched down, pressing his hand onto Long Yeyue's forehead, right where her skull had been shattered.

In an instant, the Life Seed took root, emitting a soft green light that enveloped Long Yeyue's entire body.

Blades of verdant grass sprouted madly.

Multi-petaled green flowers spread across her form, absorbing the powerful life energy of an Ultimate Douluo.

Her black hair gradually fell away.

Its luster dulled.

A whitening spread from the tips toward the roots.

The collagen in her cheeks, once replenished by her longevity, rapidly faded.

Her skin wrinkled and caved in.

Di Tian watched this scene expressionlessly.

It wasn't until the Life Seed had completely drained the remaining vitality of an Ultimate Douluo that a faint ripple of light flickered in his golden eyes, reflecting the image of the Life Seed's sprouting.

A delicate vine unfurled from the spherical Life Seed, swaying like seaweed in ocean currents—full of boundless vitality.

Over here, the Life Seed was taking root and flourishing.

Meanwhile, at the Spirit Pagoda headquarters, someone else was basking in their own sense of springtime rejuvenation.

It was a tall young man, appearing around twenty-five or twenty-six years old.

His golden hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a pure white robe adorned with distinct golden patterns, looking noble and elegant.

His features had a certain softness uncommon among men, yet his eyes were especially bright and deep.

He was practically the prince of the Spirit Pagoda, boasting a lineage of:

"My great-grandfather is a Quasi-God."

"My grandfather is an Ultimate Douluo."

"My great-uncle is also an Ultimate Douluo."

In this world, he belonged to the second tier of elite successors—none other than Qian Gu Zhangting.

He himself was a Titled Douluo at the level of a three-word battle armor master.

But at this moment, his face bore an expression of… infatuation.

All because he had just caught sight of a girl who had stolen his heart at first glance.

That girl was stunning—so breathtakingly beautiful that no words in the world could do her justice.

No matter what poetic phrases one used to describe beauty, when applied to her, they all felt pale and insufficient.

(End of Chapter)