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A crushing defeat, instantly killed by Dongfang Jing in one move.
Like a poisonous thorn, it pierced deeply into his heart.
That admiration for the strong has long since turned sour.
His jealousy of Dongfang Jing's youthful yet powerful strength, coupled with resentment at his own humiliation, distorted his character.
Shi Lei now realizes how foolish he was before.
Is it more pleasurable to challenge the strong and hone one's skills, or to bully the weak?
Besides, his female supervisor would take care of him from time to time; this kind of life was simply too wonderful!
dong dong dong.
at this time,
There was a slow, deliberate knock on the door.
The pleasure was interrupted.
The female manager's brows furrowed instantly, and she shouted impatiently, "Who?! What is it?!"
A staff member's trembling voice came from outside the door:
"Master, the people from the Spirit Hall have arrived and specifically request to see you for questioning."
"The Spirit Hall?" The female manager's anger faltered for a moment, quickly replaced by a look of seriousness.
She got up impatiently.
She quickly tidied her disheveled robes and hair, regaining some of her composure in public.
Just before opening the door, she kicked Shi Lei on the ground with the tip of her shoe in disgust and whispered, "Get out of the way, don't get in my way."
She opened the door.
Several tall, upright members, dressed in the standard uniforms of the Spirit Hall and wearing special masks to cover their faces, stood outside the door.
The female manager put on a professional smile, but her tone was cautious: "What brings you gentlemen from the Spirit Hall here so late at night?"
The leading member of the Spirit Hall seemed too lazy for pleasantries and went straight to the point: "Tell us everything you know about that 'Lord Mirror' from a few days ago."
The female manager looked troubled and frowned slightly: "Sir, as you know, the rules of our Great Soul Arena are strictly confidential regarding the information of registered Soul Masters, especially such popular ones. I'm afraid..."
She hadn't finished her words yet.
Suddenly, an impatient, even somewhat obsequious voice came from behind:
"I! Sir! I know! I've played against him!"
Shi Lei, without even bothering to put on his pants, rushed to the door, his lower body bare.
His face wore a twisted excitement and an eagerness to perform.
Completely disregarding his own disheveled appearance.
The female manager was taken aback by this sudden scene, and a clear look of disgust flashed in her eyes.
But his lips moved slightly, and he ultimately chose to keep them closed, silently taking a half-step back.
The rules of the Great Soul Arena are that she cannot reveal them voluntarily, but if other Soul Masters are willing to tell her, then it is none of her business.
The leader of the Spirit Hall members coldly swept his gaze over Shi Lei's wretched appearance without any change, simply waiting for him to continue.
Shi Lei recounted everything he knew without missing a single detail.
"A Shattered Mirror Martial Soul...that matches up." The leading member of the Spirit Hall muttered to himself, then pressed, "Do you know his real name, age, and background?"
Shi Lei and the female supervisor exchanged a glance and both shook their heads blankly.
Shi Lei added, "He always wears a mask, rarely speaks, and is very mysterious. No one knows his real name or background, but he is definitely not very old!"
Having received confirmation, the leader said no more.
He merely glanced coldly at the two men, then turned and quickly left with his men, as silently as he had arrived.
Although it is unclear why the Spirit Hall is looking for "Lord Mirror".
But as Shi Lei watched them leave, a sense of pleasure welled up inside him.
He instinctively felt that the kid who had caused him such a crushing defeat and humiliation was probably in big trouble!
A sinister yet gleeful smile involuntarily crept onto his face.
The female supervisor standing nearby witnessed his gloating and shameful behavior.
Especially considering he was completely naked at that moment.
I felt so nauseous I wanted to vomit.
The female manager snorted coldly and, without warning, lifted her high-heeled foot.
He kicked Shi Lei hard between the legs!
Click!
Caught off guard!
The staff members watching from the side gasped in shock.
Even though I didn't have any pain, I still felt it.
Shi Lei's shrill and painful screams echoed in the corridor.
The female supervisor didn't even bother to look at Shi Lei, who was hunched over like a shrimp, again.
He turned away indifferently and left the place.
The staff member quickly followed and asked, "Supervisor, is he just standing there doing nothing? It might be bothering other people."
"Have him dragged out and blacklisted, so he's never allowed to enter the Great Soul Arena again!"
Chapter 39 Leaving the city overnight, the Spirit Hall has arrived!
Inside a guest room at Qibao Inn.
"Yao'er, is there anything else that needs to be packed?" Dongfang Jing's gaze swept across the room as he stretched his shoulders, as if warming up.
Dongfang Yao shook her head; she couldn't use her soul power to activate the storage soul tool.
So her brother helped her pack all her luggage into the newly acquired Gemini Star.
"Nothing."
“Alright, let’s leave the city now.” Dongfang Jing said decisively.
The night outside the window was already deep. Dongfang Yao blinked, somewhat puzzled as to why they had to travel through the night instead of waiting until dawn to take a carriage to the distant Hanhai City.
But she was very sensible and didn't ask any more questions; she just nodded obediently.
She knew that she was still a burden to her brother, and that her wholehearted trust and obedience were the greatest support she could give.
The reason why Dongfang Jing had to set off overnight was...
It all stemmed from a few unusual glances I had noticed while dining at the inn's restaurant.
With his powerful mental perception, he easily sensed that the gaze came from several seemingly ordinary inn employees.
Their observations carried the characteristics of organized, covert surveillance.
Although he didn't know the specific reason, he already understood that he was probably being controlled by the owner behind the inn—
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has its eye on it.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has always had a good reputation and can be considered a model sect.
However, having lived two lives, Dongfang Jing knew that things in the world were never as simple as they seemed.
There is always shadow under the light.
How could a powerful sect be completely without a dark side?
He was unwilling to assume the worst about others, but he was even less willing to entrust his own and his sister's safety to others.
Don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.
With the night deep in the air, it was the perfect time to leave quietly.
He skillfully bent down and picked up his sister.
His arm brushed against the little girl's armpit unintentionally, making her giggle and instantly easing the slightly heavy atmosphere in the room.
A smile crept across Dongfang Jing's face as he gently lifted her up, saying, "Yao'er, hold on tight to your brother, don't let go. Brother will show you what it's like to travel through time!"
"Mmm!" Dongfang Yao immediately did as she was told, wrapping her arms tightly around the boy's neck.
After saying that, Dongfang Jing's eyes narrowed, and he quietly unleashed his mental power to precisely locate a hidden coordinate in his mind.
The shattered mirror quickly coalesced and shaped in front of him.
At the same time, mirror images are also generated at the hidden coordinates.
Holding his younger sister, Dongfang Jing stepped into the mirror in front of him and disappeared completely.
The room fell silent again, as if no one had ever lived there.
About an incense stick's time later, a series of hurried and heavy footsteps suddenly sounded outside the inn's corridor, breaking the tranquility of the night.
"My lords! My lords! You can't just barge in like this! Please tell me what you need to do first."
The manager of Qibao Inn, a middle-aged man who looked quite shrewd, was anxiously chasing after the group, loudly trying to dissuade them, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
There were six people in the group, all dressed in the uniform of the Spirit Hall, with special masks covering their faces. They exuded a cold aura and their actions carried an undeniable power.
"Get out of my way! Does the Spirit Hall need to give you a reason to do things?" one of the teammates snapped impatiently, casually waving his hand and sending out a gust of wind imbued with soul power.
He pushed the ordinary manager so hard that he stumbled and fell backward.
The manager gasped in surprise, and was about to fall to the ground in a sorry state.
Suddenly, he felt a gentle yet irresistible force appear out of thin air, firmly supporting his back and helping him regain his balance.
He turned around, still shaken, and when he saw who was behind him, he was so frightened that he stammered, "Sect Master! What are you doing?"
The person who arrived was Ning Fengzhi.