Yu Xiaogang arrived after Shrek left the Great Star Dou Forest.
Yu Xiaowei remembered this very clearly.
Taking advantage of the fact that there were still more than ten days left, he thought about a pair of targets who had been included in his plan some time ago.
The unmatched Dragon and Snake.
Dragon God Meng Shu possessed the strength of a Soul Douluo, and Snake Goddess Chao Tianxiang had the power of a Soul Emperor.
The two of them had a set of martial soul combination techniques strong enough to rival an average Titled Douluo.
If they could be absorbed into the family, it would be equivalent to adding a combat force at the Title Douluo level.
Judging by the timing, the Dragon-Snake couple should not have arrived at the Great Star Dou Forest yet.
Yu Xiaowei returned to the hotel where he had previously stayed with the Imperial Battle Team and waited there for the Dragon-Snake couple to arrive.
As for going to Shrek to cause trouble, he wasn't that stupid.
What would be the point of going now? You'd get nothing except a beating from Zhao Wuji.
They were enrolled in the academy, the Seven Monsters weren't complete yet, and there were no magical herbs. With Shrek's trash-level teaching, it was pointless.
By now, it seemed Tang San and the others had completed their enrollment and were probably being tormented by Flender.
When Yu Xiaowei thought of Flender's training methods, he couldn't help but laugh.
Truly trash.
Aside from making them run around, he also made them fight in the arena to earn money for themselves.
If this guy weren't responsible for student safety, one would think Flender built the academy just to scam the public for money.
However, right now he still had to deal with the issue of Yu Xiaogang first.
Damn it, if only this guy weren't my cousin, and if my uncle and brother weren't so good to me...
Yu Xiaowei really wanted to bury him.
The hotel was incredibly noisy at night.
The people coming and going, aside from merchants, were soul masters who always had their heads down.
Aside from gold soul coins, their favorite things were drinking and gambling in the hotel.
It was rare to see students from the academies here. Except for Advanced Soul Master Academies, teachers from Elementary Academies weren't qualified to bring students here to hunt soul rings.
Therefore, in this small city, businesses selling war gear, weapons, various antidotes, and recovery agents were booming.
Yu Xiaowei found the atmosphere here too noisy, so he took a walk down the street.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the Wuhun branch hall.
He stopped at the entrance of the branch hall, looking at the large characters "Spirit Hall" with mixed feelings.
Speaking of which, Yu Xiaowei actually didn't have bad feelings toward Spirit Hall.
On the contrary, he was full of hatred toward the nobles.
The reason he was famous in Heaven Dou City was because he beat up too many nobles every day.
Basically, all the children of noble families, including Xue Beng, had been slammed to the ground and rubbed against it by him multiple times.
Due to the reputation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the nobles could only swallow their anger.
As for beating the commoners, it was because the nobles oppressed them.
No, it was more than just oppression—it was outright treating them as less than human.
Spirit Hall issued gold soul coins to soul masters, claiming it was under the name of imperial subsidies. But think about it—if the empire were issuing gold soul coins, would they actually do it?
Considering the disgusting behavior of the nobles, Yu Xiaowei came to a regretful conclusion.
Impossible. Completely impossible.
From the royal family to the nobles, in order to consolidate their power, they were ambitious in trying to gather all soul masters into their own hands.
In their eyes, civilians should be groomed to be like dogs.
What about awakening martial souls for civilians?
That was also completely out of the question.
Without Spirit Hall, not to mention how hard it would be for civilians to awaken their spirits, all soul masters would become private soldiers of the empire and sects, and there would no longer be any free soul masters.
Yu Xiaowei, who came from Blue Star, was extremely disgusted with this feudal dictatorship.
It was just that Spirit Hall would, in the future, destroy the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Therefore, they were inevitably on opposing sides.
If only there were a way to prevent Spirit Hall from opposing his family and let them coexist peacefully.
Sigh.
Staring at the gates of the Wuhun branch hall, Yu Xiaowei let out a heavy sigh, "The burden is heavy and the road is long."
The hall's door creaked open, and a tall, thin old man, looking like a spear, walked out while chatting and laughing with a few young men.
Suddenly, he stopped and stared at Yu Xiaowei motionlessly.
The young men beside the old man looked at him oddly, wondering why this kind bishop was staring at the young man across the street like that.
Upon seeing the familiar face emerge from the branch hall, Yu Xiaowei instinctively took two steps back.
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Oh no, isn't that Salas!!!
"Child of the Yu Clan, long time no see."
Hearing Salas' sinister voice, Yu Xiaowei turned and ran.
He now retracted his earlier judgment of Spirit Hall. This damn dogecoin of a place had to be destroyed.
Strangely, Salas didn't chase after him but stood at the door of the Wuhun Branch Hall, watching his back.
Yu Xiaowei fled back to the hotel in panic, patting his chest in shock.
He never expected to run into the flat-nosed guy named Salas here.
This guy had been beaten by Dugu Bo and was later made into a kneeling statue at the gates of Heaven Dou City.
It could be said he had suffered massive humiliation.
Don't even mention revenge.
Yu Yuanzhen, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo had teamed up and destroyed three doors of the Spirit Temple. Spirit Hall hadn't even dared to fart in response and simply relocated.
Damn it, why is he here?
There was no Dugu Bo to save the situation this time. If Salas wanted to capture him, he was doomed.
Knock knock knock—
Someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?"
Yu Xiaowei immediately grew nervous.
"Child of the Yu Clan, it's me."
Just as I thought, it was that old geezer Salas. Yu Xiaowei immediately prepared to jump out the window and escape.
"Child of the Yu Clan, I'm not here to arrest you. I just want to talk. Don't be afraid."
As those words were spoken, there was no movement at the door, and a figure appeared inside the room.
Yu Xiaowei pulled back the foot he had just placed on the window ledge. The man was already inside, so why run? He didn't think he could outrun a top Soul Douluo.
Salas sat on the sofa with a familiar posture and beckoned to him.
Seeing Yu Xiaowei standing still near the window, Salas didn't force him to come over, but spoke to himself.
"Child of the Yu Clan, you are so excellent—so excellent that I still want to bring you into Spirit Hall."
"What a pity. Behind you are three old fools who let a genius like you go to waste."
"You don't need to fear me, because His Holiness the Pope has issued an order—I won't touch you again."
"But there are things that have been bothering me, and I just have to say them."
"Sigh, Dugu Bo humiliated me, and some of your people got me exiled to a remote place like this."
"It would be a lie to say I'm not angry."
"But His Holiness the Pope's words calmed me down."
"Do you know what they were?"
Yu Xiaowei shook his head.
Salas chuckled and pointed toward Heaven Dou City, speaking lightly:
"In the face of absolute power, your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is nothing."
"We of Spirit Hall truly do not take your three great sects seriously."
"The reason we retreated wasn't out of fear, but because His Holiness wanted to protect old men like me."
"So, kid, don't act all high and mighty. Otherwise, if you ever fall into my hands, I will skin you alive."