Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

Yanjing inner city zone, The First Military Hall.

As the venue for all ultra-large meetings, The First Military Hall is usually solemn and quiet, but today it is exceptionally noisy.

Hmm, it’s never been this noisy before...

”Aow~~ Polar Bear, your clan members killed mine, I won’t let this slide!”

”Roar! If you’re not satisfied, come fight! I’m not afraid of you, you stupid leopard!”

”Ssss~~ Ghost Face, your Kirin Tribe seems to have crossed the line recently...”

”Ah, yes, I just took your territory, what are you going to do about it?”

”Quack quack... I’ve heard His Majesty the Sea King is broad-minded, but why did you attack my Frog Tribe for no reason recently? Though His Majesty’s forces are strong, you should leave some room for amphibians like us.”

”The recent event was just a coincidence, if there’s any offense please forgive us.”

Various voices and spiritual fluctuations filled the entire hall, with strong and weak auras permeating the conference room. It is likely that less powerful life forms standing here would be crushed to pieces by the aura emitted by the kings of various tribes.

Of course, none of those present are weak in power, but even so, the loud voices of high-level life forms almost overturned the roof of the First Military Hall.

Lin Haifeng sat smiling at his position, while constantly dealing with the leaders of various tribes who came to curry favor, his ears simultaneously picking up on subtle connections between different tribes.

The chaotic conference room naturally gave Lin Haifeng a headache, luckily Yanjing still had a reputation, at least the conflicts on-site didn’t escalate to a point where weapons were drawn -- that is enough...

In the absence of Wen Yu, this state was really sufficient.

The chaos continued until the time struck precisely 10 o’clock. Accompanied by scattered footsteps echoing like a stampede on the hearts of all living creatures, the earlier clamor completely vanished as the steps drew closer, and a figure appeared at the door of The First Military Hall.

”Ah, everyone’s here, you all sure are diligent.”

A lazy voice sounded, as Wen Yu walked towards the end of the meeting room, letting out a big yawn. When he reached the middle, accompanied by flashes of purple light, the Soul Realm space opened and Wen Yu’s Sixth Soul, Luo Luo, appeared in Wen Yu’s palm.

Still resembling the Ant Queen, she had grown quite a bit -- nearly the length of Wen Yu’s forearm, though Luo Luo’s combat ability does not manifest in her size.

Placing Luo Luo on the seat marked with ”Ant Tribe”, Wen Yu tapped Luo Luo’s forehead, indicating that she just needs to sit quietly -- as the ruler of the Ant Tribe, Luo Luo was well-versed in this kind of meeting -- then proceeded to sit beside Lin Haifeng.

”Well then, let’s begin the meeting.”

With Wen Yu’s ”start the meeting” announcement, the entire hall seemed to let out a breath of relief.

”Let me speak first, Lord Sequence Number 2, you must advocate for us, the Polar Bears ignored the Demon Fiends and specifically chose to eat our clan members, this year our Penguin Tribe’s population declined by at least 3 percentage points, sir, if you don’t intervene, we’ll become extinct.”

A plaintive cry came from a cute penguin, followed by an angry roar from the Polar Bear known as ”Polar Bear”: ”You DAMN...”

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, hmm, the so-called All Races Conference is meant to mediate conflicts among the various tribes, so naturally, many are of the ”I’m weak, therefore I’m justified” type -- weak in strength, unable to fight, they can only hope to cling to some powerful figure’s protection as a lifeline.

Observing the penguin earnestly squealing against Polar Bear under Lord Sequence Number 2’s backing, Wen Yu gently nudged Lin Haifeng beside him.

”You handle it.”

Wen Yu was originally here to uphold order, unwilling to concern himself with these trivial matters, much less preside over any justice. His entire job was simply to make an appearance, with everything else left to the joint decision-making of the Human Race, Sea Clan, and Insect Tribe.

Lin Haifeng smiled wryly for a moment, then lightly tapped the table to draw the penguin and Polar Bear’s attention.

”Regarding this matter, I think we should handle it like this...”

...

”Luo Luo, how have you and Victor been lately?”

”Pretty good, Brother Victor takes good care of me, boss, you wouldn’t believe how many interesting things Victor and I have seen...”

While Lin Haifeng methodically managed the disputes among tribes, Wen Yu, with idle time, chatted with Luo Luo to inquire about the recent situation of the two soul pets.

Under Wen Yu’s influence, the meeting proceeded smoothly, occasional disputes were kept within controllable limits, until two hours later, approaching noon, Wen Yu yawned, just about to go for lunch when a message drew his attention.

”Lord Sequence Number 2.”

Speaking was a mini treant, only 30 centimeters tall -- although the mutated plants have difficulty moving, the All Races Conference has significant impact within the mutated plant community, and this small treant was a carbon copy sent by the King of The Forest.

”There’s something I believe should be reported to you, Lord Sequence Number 2.”

”What is it?”

”Regarding the recent anomaly on the Australian Continent, sir, you know our clan is widespread everywhere, but recently there’s been an abnormal reduction in clan members on the Australian Continent. According to my investigation, Demon Fiends on the Australian Continent have shown some unusual movements.”

”Hm.”

Wen Yu nodded, Demon Fiend movements should indeed be considered a major event, in Wen Yu’s view, much more serious than intertribal disputes.

”Do you require my intervention?”

Initially expecting a simple request for assistance, what the small treant said next truly surprised Wen Yu!

”Them!”

The small treant extended a hand, pointing at an ordinary-looking kangaroo sitting among the tribes.

”According to my investigation, the Kangaroo Tribe is involved in some private dealings with the Demon Tribe.”

In other words... they’re spies...

This heavy accusation immediately made the kangaroo nervous enough to leap up.

”Don’t falsely accuse us, we eat plants only out of normal physiological needs, I suspect you’re seeking revenge...”

The small treant maintained a calm demeanor, bowed to Wen Yu: ”Sir, this information was obtained at the cost of my clan’s lives, it must be true, I hope you see through it clearly.”

Having said this, the small treant sat down, leaving Wen Yu thoughtfully mulling.

”Spies... it seems not impossible...”

Not only Wen Yu, but the entire hall fell silent after hearing this information --previous All Races Conferences were about resolving intertribal conflicts, but spies were a new revelation.

Such matters concerning principles, even if merely speculation, were enough to merit Wen Yu’s attention.