Chapter 516: Huo Yuhao Challenges Long Xiaoyao! Ye Xishui’s Vicious Scheme (Extra)
If one were to speak of the grievances and entanglements between Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, and Ye Xishui, it would take three days and nights to tell the whole story.
In short... both Mu En and Long Xiaoyao were once in love with Ye Xishui.
The two agreed to settle the matter through a duel—
whoever won would be the one to stay with her.
However,
when the appointed day arrived,
both men failed to appear because each was concerned about their brotherhood.
Yet this act was interpreted by Ye Xishui as humiliation.
Her emotions spiraled out of control, causing her cultivation to go berserk. Later she was rescued by evil Spirit Masters and subsequently joined the Holy Spirit Cult.
Her love turned into hatred, and she devoted herself to driving a wedge between the two men.
Thus,
she deliberately got Long Xiaoyao drunk and had a night of intimacy with him—
and then intentionally let Mu En "walk in" and witness it.
For all this time,
Long Xiaoyao believed that the one Ye Xishui truly loved was Mu En.
But the truth was...
From the very beginning, the one she loved had always been Long Xiaoyao.
She even gave birth to a son.
And that descendant
was none other than the current dean of Shrek Academy—
Yan Shaozhe.
"Interesting." Li Zhexian felt that the wine in his mouth suddenly tasted even richer.
"I originally planned to return to the Divine Star once everything here was finished. But since Yuhao wants to meet Long Xiaoyao..."
He remained relaxed and at ease.
"I might as well stay a little longer."
The fighting spirit in Huo Yuhao’s eyes burned brightly, but hearing this made him feel a trace of nervousness.
The feeling... was like taking an exam while the teacher supervised from the side.
"Brother Zhexian, a fight between someone like me and Long Xiaoyao—in your eyes it must look no different from children playing, right?"
Skydream Ice Silkworm cut in: "Yuhao, don’t you get it yet? Brother Zhexian just wants to go watch the fun!"
Huo Yuhao looked at the white-robed youth smiling faintly and couldn’t help showing a strange expression.
The way his Brother Zhexian conducted himself was truly lively and genuine.
At this moment, Yan Shaozhe arrived on Sea God Island.
Huo Yuhao sighed inwardly.
Since things had come to this,
he might as well use his "ten-move agreement" with Long Xiaoyao to clarify the tangled matters of the older generation as well.
...
"The continent’s number-one genius, Huo Yuhao, challenges the Darkness Holy Dragon Long Xiaoyao!"
The news spread like the wind.
Within days it swept across the entire continent,
triggering endless discussions among powerful figures.
"Didn’t Long Xiaoyao try to assassinate Huo Yuhao not long ago? And now he’s already going to fulfill the ten-move agreement?!"
"Young and reckless! Even if Huo Yuhao is peerlessly talented, defeating the Darkness Holy Dragon in ten moves is pure fantasy!"
"That Huo Yuhao even dared to mock Long Xiaoyao for being too low-level—but his own teacher Mu En is only famous at the same level as him!"
"There are rumors everywhere... that Mu En couldn’t possibly have trained someone like Huo Yuhao. Apparently there’s another hidden master behind him!"
"A god? Hah. Just rumors growing wilder with every retelling!"
...
Sun Moon Empire
At the edge of the Evildemon Forest.
Three hundred meters underground,
within a buried palace.
A long corridor stretched into darkness. Soul-tool lamps embedded in the walls burned with eerie green flames, making the passage flicker with dim light.
Walking along the kilometer-long corridor,
the space suddenly opened into a vast hall.
Inside the hall,
a middle-aged man clad in heavy black armor stood with his hands behind his back.
The armor looked ferocious, with reversed bone spikes, covering half his face and leaving only one purple eye exposed—giving him a cold and sinister aura.
This man was the current cult master of the Holy Spirit Cult—
Zhongli Wu, a Level 98 assault-type Super Douluo, titled "Death God."
"Uncle Long..." Zhongli Wu turned and looked at the silver-haired old man seated at the table. "What do you think about Huo Yuhao’s challenge this time?"
Previously,
Long Xiaoyao had failed in his attempt to assassinate Huo Yuhao.
According to the brutal rules of the Holy Spirit Cult, he should have been severely punished.
But Long Xiaoyao, as the Chief Worshipper, held a position even higher than the cult master himself.
Naturally, no one dared to punish him.
Long Xiaoyao calmly took a sip of tea and said:
"Huo Yuhao’s talent... has never been seen throughout history."
"I would need more than twenty moves to defeat him."
He paused briefly.
Then he looked at Zhongli Wu and spoke calmly, as if stating an ordinary fact.
"But no matter how talented he is, to defeat me within ten moves in just half a month..."
"That is absolutely impossible."
His tone was casual,
yet it carried the pride of the Darkness Holy Dragon.
Defeat him in ten moves?
Ridiculous.
Absurd.
Hearing this, Zhongli Wu nodded.
"Uncle Long’s combat strength is unmatched in the world, of course..."
Before Zhongli Wu could finish speaking,
he suddenly fell silent and looked toward the corridor outside the hall.
There,
on both sides of the hallway walls,
the eerie green lamps began to flicker without warning.
A clear and steady sound of footsteps echoed from deep within the passage.
Tap. Tap.
Tap. Tap.
Hard soles struck the stone floor, the sound reverberating endlessly through the deathly quiet corridor.
At the same time, the ghostly green flames in the lamps gradually darkened one by one, turning into a deep purple that was almost black, as if they had been stained by some invisible pressure.
A slender figure dressed in red slowly approached, step by step, under the strange halo of light.
When he saw who it was, Zhongli Wu immediately lowered his head. "Mother!"
Long Xiaoyao also stood up respectfully. "Supreme Pontiff."
The footsteps drew closer.
The crimson dress, beneath the increasingly intense ghostly firelight, looked like a streak of blood cutting through the darkness, carrying a silent authority.
The woman stepped into the hall.
She was tall and graceful. Her enchanting red hair flowed down to her waist like a cascading stream of blood, making her slightly pale face appear even colder and more striking.
When her amber-colored eyes shifted slightly, they carried both an intimidating authority and a faint indifference that made others afraid to meet her gaze.
She walked straight to the main seat and sat down, her red lips parting slightly.
"Xiaoyao, the matter of Huo Yuhao’s challenge has already spread across the continent."
"In three days, it will be settled at the border between the Sun Moon Empire and the Star Luo Empire."
"Are you prepared?"
Long Xiaoyao glanced at her, then turned his head aside. "Of course."
Ye Xishui fixed her gaze on his face. "What if this time I still want you to kill Huo Yuhao?"
Long Xiaoyao fell silent.
Seeing this, Zhongli Wu quietly withdrew from the hall.
Only the two of them remained facing each other.
After a long while,
Long Xiaoyao spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.
"I saw Mu En... at Shrek."
The hand holding Ye Xishui’s cup paused almost imperceptibly.
A faint black aura stirred within her amber eyes.
"He’s old,"
Long Xiaoyao said, as if speaking to himself—or perhaps to her.
"Terminally ill..."
"He’s no longer the Light Holy Dragon he once was."
"The last time he and I met..."
"might have been the final meeting of this lifetime."
"Xishui..."
"Don’t you truly want to see him one last time?"
Ye Xishui slowly closed her eyes. "What face do I have left to see Mu En?" Her voice carried a slight tremor. "If it weren’t for you back then—"
"Enough!" Veins bulged on Long Xiaoyao’s forehead. Regret and pain surged across his dignified face.
What he owed Ye Xishui was something he could never repay in this lifetime.
"In the battle three days from now, I will naturally fight with my full strength."
After saying that,
he turned and walked toward the exit of the hall.
The back that had always been as straight as a pine tree now looked slightly hunched.
He owed Ye Xishui.
And how could he not also owe Mu En?
If he truly killed Huo Yuhao, whom Mu En regarded like his own son,
then only death could atone for that sin.
Watching Long Xiaoyao’s figure gradually disappear into the shadows of the corridor,
the trace of bitterness in Ye Xishui’s eyes vanished in an instant, leaving only cold ruthlessness.
"Xiaoyao, don’t blame me."
"A monster like Huo Yuhao—if allowed to grow—will become a great calamity for the Holy Spirit Cult. He must die."
"If you cannot bring yourself to do it, I will personally end him."
The ghostly flames in the hall flickered,
casting half her face in light and half in shadow.
"However..."
"Besides Mu En, does Huo Yuhao truly have another powerful figure behind him?"
After pondering for a moment,
the worry between her brows gradually faded.
"Gods are not allowed to interfere in the mortal world."
"As long as no god descends, I, Ye Xishui, have nothing to fear."