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Chapter 218 - Chapter 218: Hall of Souls

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The Hall of Souls, as the external operative force of the Hun Clan, was immensely powerful and shrouded in mystery. Their ways of doing things were also exceptionally strange.

Ordinary people typically knew little about them—those without sufficient strength or status couldn't even come into contact with them.

Perhaps because their actions often stirred public outrage—or maybe due to restrictions bound by the ancient agreement among the Eight Ancient Clans—the Hall of Souls still abided by certain rules in most cases.

Under normal circumstances, they didn't target ordinary people. Their targets were the souls that, despite death, remained unnaturally strong.

When a cultivator's soul power became powerful enough, even if their body was destroyed, their soul could still linger.

Some would cling on desperately, while others would relentlessly search for a chance at rebirth.

The Hall of Souls had a specific term for such souls: Living Souls.

They were like soul scavengers of the continent—any powerful soul that became separated from its body would be sensed, tracked, and hunted by them.

As long as it was a soul body, it fell under their domain—and they rarely let one escape.

They possessed special techniques designed to counter souls. So even if you were overwhelmingly strong while alive, once you were reduced to a soul form, it was incredibly difficult to escape their grasp.

Just like now—a soul at the Dou Huang level, one who even possessed a Rank 6 Beast Flame, had been captured with ease by a Hall of Souls Protector—utterly powerless, like an infant.

After all, a soul body couldn't use Dou Qi. Soul power, in that state, was rootless and floating—if severely damaged, it was nearly impossible to recover.

Unless one had a unique Heavenly Flame and had refined it into a Life Flame, they might stand a better chance.

For example, back when Yao Lao lost his body, it was only thanks to the Bone Chilling Flame, which he had refined into his Life Flame, that he managed to protect his soul and escape disaster.

Without that, his fate would've likely been no different from the captured soul just now—utterly defenseless.

"Brother Yang…"

"Young Master…"

Xian'er and Qing Lin had never witnessed such an eerie, terrifying scene. Their faces had turned slightly pale, and they instinctively moved closer to Wei Yang.

"Hall of Souls…" Wei Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured.

Watching the other party drag that soul away like a bound lamb, Wei Yang's brow creased, and a flicker of intent sparked in his gaze.

A wisp of black flame rose from his palm—itching to act.

He very much wanted to strike now, to take advantage of the cover provided by the vast, sun-blocking black windstorm and keep the enemy here.

That Protector was indeed powerful—at least a Five-Star Dou Zong—but… it wasn't impossible.

Wei Yang's reasons for wanting to take action were fourfold:

First, he wanted to test the might of the Black Sun Burning Heaven Flame, to see how effectively it countered Hall of Souls Protectors.

Second, he wanted to capture the Protector and force out information about the Hall of Souls.

Third, he just didn't like them. Hall of Souls members had always rubbed him the wrong way.

Fourth, and most crucial—sooner or later, he and the Hall of Souls were bound to clash.

This wasn't a matter of whether Wei Yang wanted to provoke them—but whether, once the Hall of Souls learned of Wei Yang's existence, they would ever let him go.

"Brother Yang, are we going to act?" Xian'er, seemingly sensing his intent, pushed down her fear and asked softly.

Wei Yang clenched his fists, then slowly exhaled and shook his head, "Not yet. Let him go."

Keep low for now.

He was currently only a One-Star Dou Huang, and Xian'er hadn't even reached the Dou Zong level. He had to be cautious.

Defeating the Protector might not be too difficult, but if it attracted Hall of Souls's attention to the Black-Corner Region, the consequences could be severe.

So, Wei Yang and the others stayed hidden in the darkness, silently watching as the black chains dragged the soul farther and farther—until it vanished entirely from view.

In the darkness, the howling black winds raged, time losing all meaning.

Fearing that the Hall of Souls Protector might still be nearby, Wei Yang and his companions remained patiently in place, quietly waiting without moving.

They didn't know how much time passed—until eventually, when even Wei Yang was starting to grow restless—

Finally, the black wind began to subside.

Not long after—

A faint beam of sunlight suddenly pierced through the darkness.

Like the first glimmer of dawn after a pitch-black night—it shattered the gloom like a crack in an unbroken eggshell, spilling warm sunlight within and driving away the darkness inside.

Wei Yang slowly looked up.

As that first ray of light appeared, more followed, cascading in. The roaring winds gradually weakened—until they faded completely.

Gazing at the slightly brightened sky, Wei Yang tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he stared into the distant void high above—far beyond what the eye could reach.

That… was the source of the mysterious black windstorm.

After a moment, Wei Yang withdrew his gaze. There was no need to dwell on it.

One day, when he reached the Dou Zong level and gained mastery over spatial power, he would go there himself to uncover its secrets.

Lowering his head, he instructed Du Jiao: "Let's go."

Hisss—

Du Jiao let out a soft hiss and nodded. Its body expanded to over thirty meters in length, tail flicking gently as it carried Wei Yang and the others swiftly into the sky—heading toward Jia Nan Academy.

High above the skies, a streak of black-purple light shot swiftly across the void.

Within it, three figures were seated cross-legged.

"Brother Yang, that strange guy just now mentioned something called 'Hall of Souls'. Is this Hall of Souls a major faction?" Xian'er asked softly.

Qing Lin also looked toward Wei Yang.

The scene earlier had left a deep impression on the two girls.

"Yeah." Wei Yang nodded and said, "Hall of Souls is a very mysterious and extremely powerful and terrifying force..."

Then, Wei Yang began explaining to the two of them in detail about Hall of Souls.

It was good to let them learn about Hall of Souls sooner. That way, if they ever encountered them in the future, they could be mentally prepared and not caught off guard.

After listening to the information about Hall of Souls, both girls were silent for a long time, their faces tinged with a look of shock.

Moments later—

Qing Lin frowned, clenched her fists, and said, "This Hall of Souls is just too evil!"

Xian'er's expression also showed a trace of displeasure, even revealing a hint of disgust.

For any normal person, once they truly understood a force like Hall of Souls, aside from fear, what remained was likely only revulsion.

"Mm, I believe it won't be long before they set their sights on me too, because my soul realm will soon break through to the Spirit Realm..." Wei Yang said with a light chuckle, "And a soul at the Spirit Realm is probably already enough to be placed on Hall of Souls's hunting list.

Especially since, at my age and level, I've already reached a Spirit Realm soul. That should draw even greater attention from Hall of Souls! Just like Yao Lao back then—he became one of their prime hunting targets."

This wasn't surprising. For someone like Wei Yang, born without any backing, in the eyes of Hall of Souls, he was nothing more than a rogue cultivator with no background. If they didn't know of him, that was fine—but once they did, they definitely wouldn't let him go.

Hall of Souls would have no reservations whatsoever.

After all, back then Yao Lao was the champion of the Pill Gathering, one of the three successors of the Pill Tower giants. Although he later left the Pill Tower and went on to found the Falling Star Pavilion, his influence within the Pill Tower still lingered.

And Yao Lao, at the very least, was publicly known as the number one alchemist on the continent—renowned as the Yao Zun Zhe. His personal strength was at the peak of Nine-Star Dou Zun.

In terms of power, resources, and connections, he was terrifying in every aspect.

Yet even so, Hall of Souls still dared to make a move against Yao Lao.

So what about Wei Yang?

Yao Lao's soul was at the peak of the Spirit Realm, barely half a step into the Heaven Realm.

And Wei Yang? Just over twenty years old, merely a little Dou Huang, without the backing of any of the Eight Ancient Clans, yet already possessing a Spirit Realm soul!

Such an existence, in the eyes of Hall of Souls, was practically a free treasure lying on the roadside—how could they possibly let him go?

Therefore, with Wei Yang's soul talent, it was destined that once he entered Hall of Souls's sights, he would inevitably face their pursuit.

This matter would not be altered by Wei Yang's will—at least not for now.

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"Brother Yang, I will never let Hall of Souls hurt you!" Xian'er gripped Wei Yang's palm tightly, speaking with extraordinary seriousness, a faint green flame flickering in her eyes.

"Young Master, Qing Lin too—will never let Hall of Souls harm you!" Qing Lin's delicate face was filled with determination, her voice icy cold. "If Hall of Souls really dares to come after you, I'll kill every last one of them!"

"Haha, mm. If Hall of Souls dares to provoke us, they'll pay a terrible price one day!" Wei Yang laughed boldly, nodded, and took one soft hand in each of his own. "But for now, our strength is still too weak. We need time to grow. So, for the next couple of years while we're in the Black-Corner Region, we should keep a low profile. Let's not attract Hall of Souls's attention."

"Mm." The two girls nodded seriously.

Hoo...Wei Yang slowly exhaled a breath, his gaze fixed into the distance as he murmured under his breath, "Hall of Souls...?"

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