Douluo Continent: My Days in the Tang Sect.

Chapter 353 Replacement

Chapter 353 Replacement

After parting ways with Ju Zi, Ye Nanxiao received a message from Xiao Ye No. 3.

"Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo? How could he be delivered to our doorstep?" Ye Nanxiao asked, somewhat puzzled.

Is this Scorpion Tiger Douluo the one who has some connection with Elder Mu?

Ye Nanxiao walked with his head down, lost in thought.

If Zhang Peng came to test the waters, then using the alias "Mu Shiyi" would be very difficult. However, judging from his clone's account, Zhang Peng seemed to be eager to gain recognition from the world.

"Scorpion Tiger Douluo, Martial Soul Scorpion Tiger, is this an evil Martial Soul?" Ye Nanxiao searched his memory but found no recollection of it.

Suddenly, a pair of straw sandals appeared in front of him. Ye Nanxiao sensed that there was someone in front of him. Without thinking much about it, he took a few steps and decided to continue walking.

"Hey kid, you don't even look where you're going, what are you trying to do?" A chicken leg bone smashed into Ye Nanxiao's head.

The familiar force, the familiar bones.

Ye Nanxiao squatted on the ground, holding his head, grinding his teeth as he looked up.

Old Master Xuan picked his nose in a very unladylike manner, twirling a chicken leg bone in his hand.

"Thinking about things! Elder Xuan, can we change the way we greet each other?" Ye Nanxiao moved his feet away from the chicken leg bone.

Looking at Elder Xuan, Ye Nanxiao suddenly realized that Elder Xuan was also an old monster who had lived for many years!

"Elder Xuan, do you know someone called Scorpion Tiger Douluo?" Ye Nanxiao asked.

"Scorpion Tiger? Why are you asking about this guy?" Elder Xuan asked, frowning.

"I heard about it by chance, and it seems to have some connection with Elder Mu," Ye Nanxiao said, his eyes wide open without blinking.

Elder Xuan picked up his wine gourd and took a big gulp. He glanced at Ye Nanxiao, whose face was full of gossip, and after a moment's thought, said, "This is not the place to talk."

Ye Nanxiao nodded and quickly followed behind Elder Xuan.

Since Elder Xuan arrived, Jing Hongchen generously allocated a separate laboratory and two classrooms to the Shrek Academy team, and their treatment has improved significantly compared to before.

Upon entering the laboratory, the Shrek Academy students all stood up and bowed to Elder Xuan.

Elder Xuan waved his hand, walked to the sofa in the corner, sat down, and placed the wine gourd on the table.

"There are some things that shouldn't be revealed to you juniors, but you've never been one to stay quiet. Even if I don't tell you, you'll still try to find out for yourself, right?" Elder Xuan said.

Ye Nanxiao nodded with unusual pride.

"Hey kid! I told you you're fat, and you're still bluffing!" Old Xuan glared at Ye Nanxiao and said with his eyes closed.

"Scorpion Tiger Douluo, whose real name is Zhang Peng, and whose martial soul is his title Scorpion Tiger. He entered the Super Douluo realm fifty or seventy years ago. At that time, due to the cultivation of his martial soul, he caused quite a stir in the local area. It just so happened that Elder Mu was passing by and took action to capture Zhang Peng."

"After capturing him, Elder Mu learned that Zhang Peng's Martial Soul Scorpion Tiger was a mutation of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, inheriting the dark attributes of the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. It needed to consume animal blood to evolve during cultivation, and it needed to devour even more blood when breaking through. Therefore, Elder Mu determined him to be an evil soul master. However, Zhang Peng had always focused on cultivation and had never harmed anyone's life during cultivation, so he let him go."

Elder Xuan picked up his wine gourd, took a sip, and said, "So, Zhang Peng promised Elder Mu that as long as Elder Mu is still alive, he will not reappear. I don't know where you heard this, but you've grown up and have your own strength and connections. However, you still need to be careful about evil spirit masters!"

Ye Nanxiao blinked, raised his hand, and asked, "Elder Xuan, the attribute of a martial soul is darkness, is that so wrong? Cultivation only requires animal blood, not human blood, right? Why did Elder Mu define Zhang Peng as an evil soul master?"

Elder Xuan was stunned by Ye Nanxiao's series of questions, and it took him a while to gradually understand them.

"To be honest, I don't know," Elder Xuan said.

"Darkness is darkness, but it is not evil. Where there is light, there is darkness. Where there is the attribute of light, there will also be the attribute of darkness. This is a law of the world. I don't think that the attribute of darkness is the same as that of an evil soul master," Ye Nanxiao said calmly.

"Since there's no heinous crime and no human life taken, should one be defined as an evil spirit master simply for consuming animal blood? Elder Xuan, the hot pot I made for you last time, with its crimson duck blood, is animal blood. Every day, animals die to become our food. The academy alone consumes tens of tons of meat a day. I think Elder Mu's definition is far too hasty!"

Ye Nanxiao spread his hands and said.

Elder Xuan's eyes narrowed. He knew Ye Nanxiao. All that reasoning was just to explain that Zhang Peng was not an evil soul master. So, had Ye Nanxiao been in contact with Zhang Peng?

"You've met Zhang Peng!" Elder Xuan asked solemnly.

Under Elder Xuan's gaze, Ye Nanxiao felt a sense of pressure, but he could not back down.

"Not yet, but if we follow Elder Mu's conclusion, Elder Xuan, do you think it's possible that one in ten evil soul masters is forced into this state by the pressure and scorn of the world?" Ye Nanxiao asked, staring into Elder Xuan's eyes.

Elder Xuan's momentum faltered, and he remained silent, clutching his wine gourd.

He couldn't give Ye Nanxiao an answer because Shrek Academy was conducting experiments on artificial soul bones, and the arena wasn't just set up for training students and making it easier to obtain soul rings.

"I can't give you an answer, but I don't think what you said is wrong," Elder Xuan said slowly.

Ye Nanxiao stood up and said, "A great predecessor once said that any principle must keep pace with the times. In the past, people were afraid of thunder, believing it to be a punishment from heaven, but now we see it as just a celestial phenomenon."

After saying that, Ye Nanxiao turned and left, wiping the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

Trying to reason with Master Xuan, especially trying to change his mindset, requires enduring considerable pressure.

As Elder Xuan watched Ye Nanxiao's departing figure, he took a sip of wine and remained silent.

Ye Nanxiao's words had a significant impact on him. Although he didn't like to get involved in things at the academy, it didn't mean he was unaware of those matters.

"Is darkness an attribute, not evil?" Elder Xuan murmured to himself.

He knew about Zhang Peng, but that was handled by Elder Mu, and he couldn't and didn't want to get involved.

"Does reasoning evolve with the times? Perhaps you're right, kid."

Two days later.

The Sun and Moon Palace was vast; in Ye Nanxiao's memory, perhaps only the phrase "covering more than three hundred li" could describe it.

A cool night breeze blew as Ye Nanxiao crouched on the roof of a dilapidated palace, quietly watching the two groups of men in black fighting ahead.

A man in black, wielding a sickle, flashed quickly through the crowd, kicking up snowflakes.

After a bell rang, the man in black holding a cross-shaped sickle shook his hand, pulled out a small bottle, poured out a large amount of gray powder, and sprinkled it on the corpse.

Once covered in gray powder, the corpse quickly turned into ashes and scattered.

"Well done, this is the last batch." Orange, clad in armor, emerged from the shadows.

"The rest." Feng Shiyi raised her sleeve to wipe the blood off the cross-shaped sickle, her gaze icy.

Ju Zi didn't pay attention to Feng Shiyi's tone and nodded, saying, "On the Twelfth Avenue, there is a house that was originally the residence of palace maids."

"Let's go." Feng Shiyi's figure disappeared from the spot.

Lan Yuning said apologetically, "I might not be very happy tonight, please don't mind."

Orange shook her head slightly and said, "It's okay, this personality is good. After all, some bosses don't do anything."

Rubbing the warm, icy flowers on her neck, Orange glanced around, sensing that the bastard fox was nearby.

On the twelfth avenue of the palace, in a maid's quarters, five figures lurked in the darkness, glancing at the door every now and then.

"Time's up, no signal, get out of here!" a man in black shouted.

The remaining four men in black nodded, and as they were about to jump, they found their feet stuck to the ground.

"Ice? Oh no! Enemy attack!" a man in black shouted. The next second, his throat was slashed open by a cross-shaped sickle, and blood flowed back into his trachea.

The remaining men in black acted decisively, drawing their weapons and slashing at their own legs. Only by breaking free of their restraints could they have any chance of escaping.

Just as they swung their knives at their own calves, frost instantly spread up and enveloped them.

"I thought someone was sitting on the sofa with a little girl, slacking off." Feng Shiyi retracted her cross-shaped scythe, crossed her arms, and looked at the roof.

Ye Nanxiao jumped down from the roof beam, dusted himself off, and said, "Your boss is still very busy. Where does he find the time to slack off?"

"Oh? Is that so? The Goddess of Judgment has been keeping an eye on you quite a bit." Feng Shiyi twirled a dart on her left index finger, her tone teasing.

"Really? You guys never share such exciting news with me normally!" Orange walked in with a smile on her face, but there wasn't much warmth in her smile.

Ye Nanxiao shook his head slightly. "Has the focus shifted? You're conducting a capture operation, ladies."

"We've caught him." Orange clapped her hands.

One of his men came in carrying a large burlap sack and threw it on the ground.

A struggling sound came from inside the sack, like a maggot writhing on the ground.

Orange nodded, and her men immediately opened the sack and emptied its contents.

An obese middle-aged man in pajamas was bound hand and foot, and his mouth was stuffed with a rag.

"Vice Minister of Industry, do you still recognize me?" Orange greeted him with a smile.

"Waaah!" The deputy minister of the Ministry of Works was filled with fear, his chubby face covered in snot and tears.

Feng Shiyi kicked the Vice Minister of Works in the mouth, knocking the rag off, and then disgustedly wiped her foot on Ye Nanxiao's leg.

"Your Highness! It's not my fault! It's all their fault! They coerced and forced me! Please, Your Highness, spare my life! I have elderly parents and young children to support!" the Deputy Minister of Works pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

"Oh my, so someone still remembers that I was once the Crown Princess?" Orange's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but her face was all smiles.

"I confess! I confess! Your Highness! Spare my life!" the Deputy Minister of Works wailed, twisting his body as he tried to crawl to the feet of the orange tree.

A small dagger appeared in Ju Zi's hand, which she then tossed into the mouth of the Deputy Minister of Works.

"Don't worry, after you die, someone will take your place, and they will be no exception."

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