bookbashuk Chapter 110 The Enraged Long Yeyue
Chapter 110 The Enraged Long Yeyue
Chapter 110 The Enraged Long Yeyue
How did things get to this point?!
"Sister Yue, calm down—"
Looking at the old man and the young man facing off in front of him, even someone as strong as Yun Ming felt his temples throbbing and his head spinning.
Who is Long Yeyue?
That was the most senior member of Shrek Academy, an elder among elders of the Sea God Pavilion, and also his teacher's wife.
After her master, Tianjuan Douluo, passed away, Yunming always treated her with the utmost respect.
But Lu Xingchen, who was standing on the other side, was a child that he and Ya Li had their heart set on.
Lu Xingchen is not only kind-hearted, but his martial soul is also a rare and unique existence. Ya Li has held his hand more than once and said that she wanted to adopt this child as her son and raise him well.
The palm represents respected elders, while the back of the hand represents favored juniors. No matter which side you favor, you won't receive any good treatment.
Yun Ming felt caught in the middle, completely torn between two options.
Yali's feelings were equally complicated. She knew all too well that Sister Yue had caused quite a bit of trouble at Shrek Academy over the years, just because of her temper.
The inner disciples' missions mostly involve maneuvering and maintaining balance with the Federal Legion. Those seemingly offensive tasks are all, in essence, the work of Long Yeyue.
But what can we do when Sister Yue is already old and her lifespan is already counting down, with very little left?
Thinking of this desolate state of being in her twilight years, the members of the Sea God Pavilion, including her and Yun Ming, usually turned a blind eye to Sister Yue's willful and reckless behavior, hoping that she could spend her final days in peace.
But right now, watching Sister Yue glare and puff out her beard, pressing her favorite child step by step, Ya Li felt her mind was in complete turmoil. Her fingers, gripping the hem of her skirt, tightened slightly, and she had no idea who to help.
"Honestly, he's so old, why doesn't he just find a tombstone to lie on instead of causing trouble!"
A disrespectful thought flashed through Holy Spirit Douluo's mind like lightning, startling her so much that she quickly shook her head to nip this absurd idea in the bud.
Fortunately, this suffocatingly awkward situation did not last long.
The calm, still surface of Poseidon Lake was suddenly rippled.
A figure strode across the waves, its clothes fluttering in the breeze. With a light touch of its toes on the water's surface, its form flickered like a ghost several times, and in the blink of an eye, it landed steadily on the shore of Seagod Island.
"Sister Yue, Boss, what's going on here?" A tall and burly old man glanced at the group of people who were locked in a tense standoff on the shore, his brows furrowed, and asked in confusion.
"Cough cough—this is a turbid world!"
The moment Yun Ming saw the person approaching, a light suddenly lit up in his eyes, as if a drowning person had grasped a lifeline. He quickly stepped forward to greet them, his tone full of urgency, "You, you rarely step out of Seagod Island, what brings you out today? Did something happen?"
As he spoke, he subtly winked at Zhuoshi, the distress signal in his eyes couldn't be clearer: quick, save the day!
Who is this turbid world?
Those were brothers who had fought alongside Yun Ming for many years; a single glance was enough for them to understand each other instantly.
Although he wasn't quite sure what his boss was up to, he still followed the steps and quickly announced loudly, "It's that Li Mengjie from the Spirit Pagoda! She suddenly showed up, saying she's coming to our academy to pick someone up. Her name—"
—It seems his name is Lu—Lu Xingchen.
"I told her that there's no such person in our Shrek Academy's inner courtyard, but she just wouldn't believe me and insisted that the person was inside. I had no other choice but to come and ask you, Boss, for your decision."
"Um?"
Upon hearing these three words, Yun Ming and Ya Li were both taken aback, and they both turned their gazes to Lu Xingchen, who was standing to the side.
Long Yeyue, as if she had caught something red-handed, glared and her voice suddenly rose eight octaves as she shouted sharply, "You little brat! I knew you were up to something! You were actually colluding with the people from the Spirit Pagoda!"
"Speak! Are you a spy sent by the Spirit Pagoda? What ulterior motive do you have for infiltrating Shrek Academy?!"
"Sister Yue!"
At this point, Ya Li could no longer sit still and said directly, "Xiao Xingchen is only nine years old this year. His admission to Shrek Academy was a decision made jointly by Ming Ge and me. This child is simple-minded; how could he possibly be some kind of undercover spy?"
Even Yun Ming frowned and chimed in, "Yes, Sister Yue. It's Xiao Chen's freedom to associate with whomever he wants. To label him a spy simply because he knows people from the Spirit Pagoda is far too far-fetched."
Lu Xingchen hadn't even officially joined Shrek Academy yet, hadn't even stepped inside, and was already being accused of such a fabricated crime.
In Yunming's view, this was simply unreasonable.
Even if Sister Yue had a significant grudge against the Spirit Pagoda when she was young, you can't just make baseless accusations and twist the facts like this!
As a Soul Master, whose cultivation path can be separated from the Spirit Pagoda? Martial Soul Awakening, Soul Ring Matching—which of these doesn't rely on the resources of the Spirit Pagoda?
Even though Shrek Academy and Spirit Tower have developed many rifts due to ideological differences, on the surface, the two major forces still maintain a peaceful coexistence.
In Yun Ming's view, the only ones truly opposed to Shrek Academy were the faction led by Qian Gu Dong Feng; the other members of the Spirit Pagoda were not necessarily enemies.
"snort!"
Long Yeyue knew perfectly well that her reason was untenable, but she was strong-willed by nature and her pride always outweighed everything else, so how could she possibly bow her head and admit her mistake?
Her tone shifted abruptly, turning her sharp eyes to glare at Zhuo Shi beside her, and she said coldly, "Go and explain things to that Li Mengjie! What kind of place is Shrek Academy? Is it a place she can come and go as she pleases from the Spirit Pagoda? Picking people up? Who does she think she is! Tell her to get back to the Spirit Pagoda and stop getting in the way!"
"Oh? Sister Yue, this—this might not be a good idea?"
Zhuo Shi looked troubled, his rugged face scrunched up in a bitter expression. He had a fiery temper, more so than anyone else, and he had never been fond of the people from the Spirit Pagoda. But everything had to be prioritized.
Who is Li Mengjie? She is one of the thirty-six councilors of the Spirit Pagoda, a true decision-maker! This time, her attitude during her visit was quite polite and courteous.
If he really did as Sister Yue instructed and kicked the person out, wouldn't the already tense relationship between Shrek Academy and the Spirit Pagoda drop to a freezing point?
"What's wrong with it!"
Long Yeyue glared fiercely at Zhuoshi, her tone becoming increasingly stern, emanating the aura of a Limit Douluo, causing the surrounding air to stagnate slightly.
"Our Shrek Academy has stood tall on the continent for tens of thousands of years. What storms haven't we weathered? Do you think we'd be afraid of a mere Spirit Pagoda? Enough talk, just kick that guy out!"
"Heh, the Light and Dark Douluo is as arrogant as ever."
Just then, a hoarse, dry laugh suddenly rang out from behind Zhuoshi, carrying a hint of mockery and sarcasm.
Immediately afterwards, an ugly, hunched old woman, leaning on a black cane, slowly walked from the direction of Poseidon Lake. With each step she took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.
"Li Mengjie!"
The moment Zhuo Shi saw the old woman, a chill ran down his spine, his hair stood on end, and he exclaimed in shock, "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to wait obediently in the reception room in the inner courtyard? Who told you to come here?"
Li Mengjie grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, her voice sharp as fingernails scraping against a stone slab: "If I had stayed in the inner courtyard, wouldn't you have kicked me out by now?"
"You old codger, Zhuoshi, you're still as rigid and dull as you were in your youth, completely inflexible. No wonder you're still all alone after all these years, without even a companion."
As she spoke, she winked at Zhuoshi, her wrinkled face scrunched up, looking inexplicably eerie.
"Alas!!!"
Seeing an old woman with a face full of wrinkles making such a coquettish gesture in front of him, Zhuoshi felt a wave of nausea wash over him, goosebumps all over his body, and he almost vomited on the spot.
He, Li Mengjie, Yun Ming, and Ya Li are basically from the same generation and had some interactions when they were young.
Back in the day, when Li Mengjie used her unparalleled witch martial soul to bewitch all living beings and wreak havoc on the soul master world, the young and impetuous Zhuo Shi almost fell into her hands.
The allure of the Witch Martial Soul was incredibly powerful, and Zhuo Shi, in his prime, was also full of youthful vigor and, given his dragon nature—well, he was once captivated by Li Mengjie's methods and nearly succumbed to her charms.
Fortunately, he managed to pull himself back from the brink by clinging to his unwavering love for his beloved.
But seeing a stunningly beautiful woman instantly transform into an ugly old woman in front of him, this extreme contrast almost terrified Zhuo Shi.
Thinking of this, Zhuoshi subconsciously glanced at Yali beside him.
He has remained single all these years, partly due to his unwavering belief in "loving only one person for life," but also because of the lingering shadow left by his near-fall in the past.
After teasing Zhuoshi, Li Mengjie slowly turned her gaze to Yun Ming, bowed slightly as a gesture of respect, and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant: "Greetings, Your Majesty Qingtian."
"Congressman Li, it's been a long time." Yun Ming forced a polite smile, his gaze falling on Li Mengjie with a hint of scrutiny.
"snort!"
However, at that moment, an untimely snort broke the brief silence.
The group looked in the direction of the voice and saw Long Yeyue standing there with her arms crossed, staring coldly at Li Mengjie. Her tone was full of disdain and mockery: "You're getting more and more unruly! You ignorant junior, didn't your elders teach you that sneaking into someone else's territory without permission is no different from a burglar breaking and entering? It's practically a crime!"
Given her seniority, she is fully qualified to call Li Mengjie a junior.
Li Mengjie, however, was not annoyed at all. Instead, she smiled slightly and retorted calmly, "Isn't this learning from you, the Light and Dark Douluo?"
"Back in the day, when you were roaming the world of Soul Masters, the earth-shattering things you did" seem far more heinous than my current actions. No wonder that person from the military ultimately chose to leave you."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Long Yeyue's suddenly ashen face. Her smile deepened, tinged with a hint of gleeful anticipation, as she continued, "What I admire most is that you were able to find a new love interest, the Heavenly Douluo, in less than a week after breaking up with that person. That ability to take things in stride, tsk tsk—truly beyond my reach."
"boom--!"
As soon as Li Mengjie finished speaking, Long Yeyue's aura suddenly became violent and chaotic.
An overwhelming pressure, like a tsunami, swept out and crushed directly towards Li Mengjie, instantly compressing the surrounding air and causing it to groan under the unbearable pressure.
"You're asking for it!"
Long Yeyue's eyes were bloodshot, and she was panting heavily. Two huge phantoms slowly rose up from behind her.
On the left is a radiant, golden holy dragon, and on the right is a jet-black holy dragon. The contrast between light and darkness creates a suffocatingly terrifying aura.
Long Yeyue stared intently at Li Mengjie, her eyes fierce like a beast ready to devour its prey. Her soul power surged, as if she were about to launch an attack at any moment.
Li Mengjie's words undoubtedly struck at the deepest, most painful scar in her heart. It was a past she never wanted to mention, a piercing pain that haunted her in the dead of night.
"Buzz—"
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Despite Long Yeyue's overwhelming pressure, Li Mengjie remained calm and showed no sign of panic.
A flash of light appeared around her, and nine deep-colored soul rings suddenly emerged: three purple, four black, and two red.
Immediately afterwards, a slender and graceful figure slowly emerged from beside her, helping her to share the overwhelming pressure.
The figure appeared to be no more than twenty years old, dressed in snow-white robes, a light veil covering her face, revealing only a pair of bright, sparkling eyes. Her exquisite figure was partially concealed by the white veil, adding a touch of mysterious allure.
This is Li Mengjie's Martial Soul, the Witch, an extremely special type of Martial Soul.
"Ninety-seven levels of soul power, is this the confidence you have to challenge me?"
A cold, disdainful smile curled at the corner of Long Yeyue's lips, her voice full of mockery.
With a thought, the Holy Dragon of Light and the Holy Dragon of Darkness behind her simultaneously let out a deafening roar. Their claws flew, carrying earth-shattering power, and they pounced on Li Mengjie together.
They acted immediately, without the slightest hesitation.
This is Long Yeyue, the Light and Dark Douluo.
Her personality has always been fiery and vengeful. Once provoked, she will retaliate fiercely with overwhelming force.
As for the consequences after taking action?
If Long Yeyue were to have such concerns, then she wouldn't be the renowned and feared Light and Dark Dragon Emperor!
"madman!"
Li Mengjie's expression finally changed slightly, a hint of astonishment flashing in her eyes. She never expected that her verbal mockery would actually provoke Long Yeyue to kill her!
This old woman is practically a super-male patient!
Li Mengjie dared not delay in the slightest, and quickly focused her attention on controlling the witch's martial spirit beside her, stepping forward swiftly. Then, she reached out and took the witch's fair and jade-like hand in hers.
One was ugly and hunched over, the other was stunningly beautiful; the two figures stood side by side, forming a bizarre and jarring sight.
The next second, Li Mengjie's body seemed to be completely absorbed by the witch's martial soul, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the witch's body without a trace.
In the witch's hand, a crimson dagger had appeared out of nowhere. With a gentle slash, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, rippling with strange patterns.
A soft, melodious voice, filled with endless tenderness, slowly rose in the air, like a loving whisper: "I—miss—you—."
The four gentle words seemed to carry a kind of magical power, lingering and echoing in the air.
Even Zhuo Shi, who was standing aside watching the battle, felt a tingling sensation all over his body and his mind sway the moment he heard that voice. He almost lost himself in that gentle voice and couldn't control himself.
Especially when the witch's eyes sparkled and a charming smile curved her lips, coupled with the hazy beauty of her face veiled by a light gauze, she brought the word "seduction" to its extreme.
I miss you!
The words she uttered seemed to gather all the beauty and charm of the world, possessing an irresistible magic that could easily stir the softest and most secret emotions in people's hearts, making them unable to help but indulge in their fantasies and become immersed in them.
This is the special ability of the Witch Martial Soul—the power of charm!
Even ordinary titled Douluo would have to surrender obediently before this move. Not to mention, this alluring power is further enhanced by the spiritual power of a Spirit Domain Realm expert.
Even a Limit Douluo would be forcibly controlled for a period of time if hit by this move!
Long Yeyue's gaze indeed became somewhat vacant, her eyes unfocused, as if she were lost in some beautiful memory.
The phantoms of the Holy Light Dragon and the Holy Dark Dragon, which had been charging forward, seemed to have been paused, hovering in mid-air with a hint of confusion in their eyes.
Just then, the witch moved.
As she uttered those four words, the Red Dust Short Sword in her hand had already silently pierced in front of the twin dragon phantoms.
Where the short sword slashed, it left a series of tiny ripples in the air, so fast that no one had time to react.
"The Witch's Red Dust Sword"
With a soft shout, the witch held a short sword and gently turned her wrist. Two slender yet deadly red lights silently streaked across the phantoms of the Holy Dragon of Light and the Holy Dragon of Darkness.
"Pfft"
There was no earth-shattering noise, only two slight tearing sounds.
The next moment, the two majestic phantom dragons vanished like bubbles, turning into countless specks of light.
An extremely pure soul force and life essence, like a stream flowing into the sea, began to quietly enter the witch's body.
As energy was injected, the witch's already stunning face became even whiter and more radiant, her skin as white as the finest mutton fat jade, making her incredibly beautiful.
After dealing with the twin dragon phantoms, the witch transformed into a streak of light and charged straight at Long Yeyue, who was still in a dazed state. Her short sword was aimed directly at her brow, her killing intent fully revealed!
"!!!"
Long Yeyue was, after all, a demigod-level powerhouse who had experienced countless battles. In this life-or-death moment, the spiritual power deep within her soul issued a frantic warning, and a sharp sense of crisis pierced her nerves like needles.
She jolted awake, instantly pulling herself out of the emotional vortex, her eyes regaining their clarity.
But when she came to her senses and looked down to examine herself, she was horrified to find that the life essence within her body had inexplicably been reduced by a portion!
Although the amount is not very large, when calculated, it is equivalent to a full two years of lifespan!
She already had little time left to live, and now she had lost two years of her life for no reason. How could Long Yeyue not be furious and go crazy?
"It was you! You bastard, you did it, didn't you!"
Long Yeyue suddenly looked up, staring intently at the witch rushing towards her. Her features were distorted by extreme anger, and her voice was hoarse like a broken gong.
Seeing the witch approaching with a chilling murderous aura, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes. Without thinking, she struck out with her palm towards the void in front of her!
"roar--!"
In an instant, a deep and powerful dragon roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth. It was as if hundreds of giant dragons were roaring in unison above the clouds.
In front of Long Yeyue's fist, soul power surged wildly, condensing into a black vortex that looked only the size of a palm.
Although the vortex was small, it exuded a terrifying aura that could destroy the world. Its power was even several times more terrifying than a level nine fixed-position soul-guided cannon!
The two poles of light and darkness explode!
This is one of Long Yeyue's signature techniques; once unleashed, it's a fight to the death. The appearance of this palm strike signifies that she truly intends to kill!
However, the witch showed no fear in the face of this terrifying blow that was enough to severely injure a Limit Douluo.
Instead, she gritted her teeth, a resolute glint in her eyes. Instead of retreating, she quickened her pace and resolutely charged towards Long Yeyue.
The Red Dust Witch Sword in her hand, carrying a sharp gust of wind, stabbed fiercely towards Long Yeyue's fist!
Does that old hag Long Yeyue really think she, Li Mengjie, is made of clay? Does she really think she, the Witch Douluo, has no backbone at all?
Back in the day, Li Mengjie was a powerful and lawless figure in the world of Soul Masters!
Even if today's battle is destined to end in death, she will fight with her last ounce of strength to make that old bastard Long Yeyue suffer a terrible loss and pay a heavy price!
A faint, distorted halo surrounded the short sword in the witch's hand.
Although this halo only covered a small area of the sword and seemed inconspicuous, it was one of Li Mengjie's trump cards.
Because this move, the Witch's Red Dust Sword, is not a simple physical attack, but rather an extremely rare time-based ability!
Anyone touched by this short sword, even just briefly, will have a portion of their life force forcibly devoured.
The life force that was devoured would give back a portion to Li Mengjie, nourishing her body.
Therefore, the reason why Long Yeyue felt the loss of her life essence just now was because the Witch's Red Dust Sword, through the connection between her and the Holy Dragon of Light and the Holy Dragon of Darkness, silently devoured part of her life force!
For Li Mengjie, the vitality of an ordinary person is nothing more than a drop in the ocean, and has no meaning whatsoever.
Only a powerful expert at the Title Douluo level, who also possesses youthful and vibrant life energy, can truly replenish what she needs.
Although Long Yeyue is old, she is still a Limit Douluo, and her life essence is incredibly profound and boundless!
The brief moment of absorption had already greatly benefited Li Mengjie, and the soul power within her body, which had been somewhat weak due to her recent breakthrough, had become more refined.