Chapter 1807: Meeting the President

"What?"

Seeing the hand extending from the book grab his Soul-Breaking Ruler in one motion, Moling Ancient Saint's scalp tingled.

He sensed danger.

The hand in the book was far too powerful; even with his strength, he couldn't withstand it.

Whoosh!

Without pause, his witch soul leaped out from between his brows. The massive soul body, once it appeared, immediately shrouded the entire space in a gloomy aura.

"Let go!"

With a furious roar like a thunderclap, the witch soul flickered lightly, traversed space, and appeared before the hand, reaching for the ruler.

"Heh!"

The ruthless man seemed to have anticipated this move. He shook his hand, and the ruler swept sideways.

Rip!

Moling Ancient Saint was struck on the head. The massive witch soul wobbled and fell from the air. With just one blow, it was severely injured.

The ruthless man, having refined the arm, had already reached the peak of blood-drop rebirth, no weaker than Chenyong Emperor at his prime. Although this Moling Ancient Saint was strong, he was still far inferior.

"Let's go!"

Seeing the successful strike, the ruthless man wanted to kill this ancient saint, but Zhang Xuan waved his hand.

Killing this fellow was easy, but once it drew out the other ancient saints of the Spirit Emperor Palace, escaping would be difficult.

The ruthless man dared not disobey. He lightly traced a line, and a crack opened in the sealed space. Zhang Xuan leaped forward, about to rush in, when he saw Moling Ancient Saint's soul body stand up again.

"Subordinate Moling, greeting the President!"

"President?"

Frowning, Zhang Xuan stopped and looked over in confusion.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are not a member of the Alien Spirit Clan, but Zhang Xuan Zhang Shi from the Master Teacher Continent! That is, the president of our Witch Soul Master Guild!"

Moling Ancient Saint bowed.

"You know me?" Zhang Xuan was startled.

Having refined the soul seal of the Witch Soul Master Guild, it was not unreasonable to call himself the president.

However, the soul seal was no longer in his hands; he had passed it on to his student Lu Chong.

"Jiang Fangyou has already sent me a message, saying that the Witch Soul lineage has a new president again... Some time ago, when I heard the news of your self-destruction at the Master Teacher Hall, I deduced that you might come to the Alien Spirit Clan. I didn't expect to have waited until you arrived!"

Moling Ancient Saint spoke with reverence.

Zhang Xuan was speechless.

He knew from Jiang Fangyou the history of the Witch Soul clan. Back then, the president of the Witch Soul Master Guild had committed suicide to deceive the Alien Spirit Clan and infiltrate them.

This history was very secret, known to few, but as a Witch Soul Ancient Saint, he surely knew.

Thus, when he self-destructed at the Master Teacher Hall, the other party immediately thought of this.

"How did you end up in the Spirit Emperor Palace?"

Knowing the history of the Witch Soul lineage and understanding the hardships of their concealment among the Alien Spirit Clan, Zhang Xuan stopped, reinforced the seals around, and then looked over again.

"Chenyong Emperor was too powerful. As long as he lived, humanity would eventually be unable to withstand him. So... I deliberately gained the trust of the Spirit Emperor, incited him to besiege the other, and thus killed him!"

Moling Ancient Saint said.

"It was your plan?"

Zhang Xuan was shaken.

Previously, he had found it strange that the Hundred Schools of Thought had contacted the Alien Spirit Clan through the Witch Soul Masters, found Chenyong Emperor's exact whereabouts, and ambushed him.

As a result, the Spirit Emperor and Star Emperor took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack... This showed that he must have known about the existence of the Witch Soul Masters.

After all this, the root of everything was the plan of this ancient sage, Mo Ling.

"In truth, the Spirit Emperor had long harbored rebellious intentions; I merely seized the opportunity to guide and fan the flames!"

Mo Ling explained.

"Hmm, that's fine. But have you considered that if the Spirit Emperor had not been injured this time but had returned unscathed after slaying the Yong Emperor, you might have been killed..."

Zhang Xuan's face grew solemn as he looked over.

Though he had little contact with Chen Spirit Emperor, this fellow was undoubtedly a radical, a war fanatic.

Although Chen Yong Emperor was powerful, he acted with restraint. While he lived, the flames of war facing humanity would be somewhat lessened. But against this one, even if both sides suffered heavy losses, he would fight to the death!

Most critically, he had sent word to the Hundred Schools through the Jiang family. The Spirit Emperor knew that by contacting the human race, he had revealed his identity as a mole. Before failing to kill Chen Yong Emperor, he dared not act. Once the Yong Emperor died, wouldn't he immediately eliminate him?

"I know all this. However, I knew long ago that the Yong Emperor had a trump card, which he did not reveal to the Spirit Emperor or the Star Emperor!" Mo Ling said.

Zhang Xuan shook his head helplessly.

No wonder the Soul Shaman was so feared—he was truly too powerful.

The three great emperors of the alien spirit race were toyed with in the palm of his hand; even hearing it firsthand felt unbelievable.

"How is the Spirit Emperor now? Are his injuries severe?"

Setting aside his thoughts, Zhang Xuan asked.

"Both the Spirit Emperor and the Star Emperor are severely injured and have not yet recovered. As for the specifics... he seems to be on guard against me, and I can't investigate further," Mo Ling said.

"Then... why did he summon these appraisers?"

Zhang Xuan continued.

"I'm not entirely sure, but if I guess correctly, he intends to sacrifice to the Spirit God," Mo Ling said gravely.

"Sacrifice to the Spirit God?"

"His injuries are extremely severe. Relying on natural recovery would take thousands of years. The only option now is to sacrifice to the Spirit God to gain power."

"Isn't the Spirit God with Chen Yong Emperor?"

Zhang Xuan could not contain himself.

The Spirit God was Luo Ruoxi, who had a deep connection with Chen Yong Emperor. If he dared to sacrifice, not only would it fail to heal him, it might even result in his immediate annihilation.

"Gods have no emotions. In their eyes, we are no different from ants. At most, they distinguish between who offers more and who offers less. There is no other favoritism! Previously, it was indeed Chen Yong Emperor who communicated with the Spirit God and performed sacrifices, but... now that his fate is unknown and he is useless, why would the Spirit God show him any consideration?"

Mo Ling snorted coldly.

Gods are merciless. If they were as emotional as humans, they would have died countless times by now.

"Besides, since they have begun preparing treasures and determining their value, they must know this is feasible. Otherwise, the Spirit Emperor would never act this way!"

Zhang Xuan clenched his fists.

He did not believe Luo Ruoxi was like that, but what the other said made sense.

Regardless, he had to see Luo Ruoxi again and ask her directly!

"Enough. For now, they haven't calculated the value of the items and dare not rashly perform the sacrifice, so there is still time... By the way, may I ask why the president has come to the Spirit Emperor's palace?"

Mo Ling frowned.

"I am looking for dragon blood. Do you know where it is in the Spirit Emperor's palace?"

Zhang Xuan asked.

Previously, he had not found it. Now, with this insider, he might succeed.

"Dragon blood?"

Mo Ling was puzzled, then said, "I have heard rumors about it, but I don't know its location. However, having carefully observed the entire Spirit Emperor's palace, it is surely... in the Spirit Emperor's bedchamber!"

"Bedchamber?"

Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes.

He had speculated the same before, and now it seemed accurate.