"Jie jie jie, three!"
"Bomb!"
"Damn, I play a three and you drop the king bomb?! Do you even know how to play?!"
Slap!
The branch hall Holy Spirit smacked the younger quasi-Holy Spirit on the head, displeased. "Even if you let me win, do it in moderation. Your Holy Spirit position isn't up to me—it's up to those above… How many times have I told you?"
Despite his words, there was a trace of smugness on his face.
Clearly, he enjoyed the flattery.
"All right, all right, I'll put in a good word for you next time. You know how to please people."
"It's just a pity that Junior Brother Yuhao is missing. If all three Holy Spirits were here, this would be Shrek's world… cough cough."
The younger quasi-Holy Spirit twitched, pretending not to hear.
But it was no secret.
The First and Second Holy Spirits, as well as Huo Yuhao, who had recently vanished after becoming the Third Holy Spirit at a young age, were all from Shrek Academy. The first two had been ruined by a teacher named Zhou Yi, fell into madness, and joined the Holy Spirit Church.
Truly ironic.
And apparently, there were even more Shrek alumni in the Holy Spirit Church.
What's more, these were all elites—after all, anyone who could enter Shrek Academy was a genius from across the continent.
So it wasn't strange to see people calling each other "senior brother" here.
"Where's Zhou Yi? Don't kill her," the Second Holy Spirit said absentmindedly.
"Hey, I'm talking to you…"
He frowned, about to smack the quasi-Holy Spirit again, but when he turned around, a black-robed figure had silently appeared—a slender woman, but in those clothes…
"Saintess!"
The Second Holy Spirit's pupils shrank. He hurriedly bowed.
The Holy Spirit Church was strict about ranks. In this branch, he could control the life and death of all subordinates except other Holy Spirits. But in front of the revered Saintess, he dared not step out of line.
"..."
The figure walked past him indifferently, heading straight underground.
Only the soft sound of footsteps echoed.
"Saintess, that area holds—"
"Shut up."
"Yes!!" The Second Holy Spirit quickly lowered his head, sweat already soaking his back.
Even though he was now a Soul Emperor, he felt weak before the newly appointed Saintess. Of course, the real pressure came from the black-robed figure at her side, whose gaze swept over him.
Titled Douluo!
Definitely!
No wonder the Saintess had an elder personally escorting her.
The two figures went down into the underground chamber.
Tang Ya lifted her hood and saw a haggard, skeletal figure with white hair and a deathly pale face—hardly recognizable as male or female. Once beautiful, Zhou Yi now looked like a dying old woman.
Clearly, the Holy Spirit Church's torture was far beyond what an ordinary person could bear.
"Uu…"
Zhou Yi raised her head, her cloudy eyes looking over Tang Ya. Her vacant gaze gradually changed to confusion and surprise. "Tang… Ya?!"
"You recognize me?" Tang Ya's dark pupils flashed. She stepped forward seriously. "Who am I?!"
"Saintess," the black-robed person beside her said helplessly. "You are the Holy Spirit Church's Saintess—who else could you be?"
"No! I am not!" Tang Ya snapped.
"There are other memories in my mind. What are you hiding from me?!"
"..."
A flash of coldness appeared in Nangong Wan's eyes.
Losing control.
Looks like they'll need to up the dosage.
Or… fully brainwash her. Not ideal, but at least she wouldn't be such an unstable factor in the Church.
The Saintess was the future inheritor, after all.
"You're… my student?" Zhou Yi said blankly. "No, you're… one of the new students? Bei Bei?" She was half out of her mind—her soul tormented, her memories lost.
"Bei Bei…" Tang Ya seemed to recall something, suddenly lowering her head in pain, clutching it tightly. Her pretty face twisted in agony. "Damn it, why can't I remember, why…"
"Junior Sister?!"
Even more stunned were the Second Holy Spirit and the quasi-Holy Spirit.
They exchanged glances. The former blurted out, "Junior Sister?"
The quasi-Holy Spirit's mouth twitched. Even the Saintess had been abducted from Shrek. In the future, maybe the Holy Spirit Church should just be called Shrek's Sun Moon Branch…
"Silence!" Nangong Wan roared.
"..."
Both instantly fell silent.
"Damn," Nangong Wan gritted his teeth. Seeing Tang Ya was truly close to breaking free, he simply chopped her at the neck.
"No one is to speak a word of what happened tonight. If I find out…"
Nangong Wan coldly swept his gaze over the others as he lifted the unconscious Tang Ya.
"Yes, Elder!"
"Sigh, I didn't want things to be like this." Nangong Wan sighed, preparing to leave.
But in the next instant—
His body froze, feet glued to the floor, unable to move.
The Second Holy Spirit looked over in surprise. At the door stood a strange, youthful boy, smiling as he observed them. He recognized that look—it was the expression he wore when toying with prey.
Like a cat with a mouse.
"Who are you?!"
He frowned, shouting.
"How dare you make trouble in the Holy Spirit Church branch—are you looking to—"
"..."
But as he took a step forward, about to show off in front of the elder, a searing fire suddenly erupted inside him. His consciousness blurred, as if he'd turned into a blazing inferno and soared to the heavens.
As he faded, the terrified cry of the quasi-Holy Spirit rang out: "Second Elder!!"
In his final moments, he saw Elder Nangong's utterly horrified face, and the cold, indifferent look on the young man's face—as if crushing an ant.
"Su Wen!!"
Nangong Wan took a deep breath, staring at Su Wen in shock and uncertainty.
The Supreme Elder had acted personally and announced Su Wen's death!
But here Su Wen stood, alive and well.
And his abilities seemed even stranger.
Ultimate Fire.
Feeling the ashes—who hadn't even had time to scream—Nangong Wan's legs trembled.
Anyone who survived the Supreme Elder's hands… even as a Titled Douluo, he knew he was no match.
After all, even Wu Yun had died at Su Wen's hands.
"Are you a man or a ghost?!"
"Why does everyone ask that when they see me… It's a bit boring."
Su Wen shook his head, clicking his tongue.
"But your Church has tried to kill me five times. Isn't it time I collected some interest?"
"No time like the present—let's start with you."
"Elder Nangong…"