T/N: Sorry for no upload yesterday, was out with family and forgot.
Lin Feng had a strange expression on his face. What kind of outrageous development was this? Was this the avatar of some evil being from another world invading the Douluo Continent?
Qian Renxue gave a cold snort:
"This is just a lesson for you. As soul masters, you should all the more cultivate your character.In an environment like this, you still dare cast lewd glances? I can only imagine how much more depraved your daily behavior must be.Be glad I didn't blind you entirely—go find a healing-type soul master quickly. The longer you delay, the more likely you'll need an eye patch!"
Though Lin Feng had the Breath of Life, he had no intention of using it on them.
Given their presumptuous gazes and lewd remarks just now, the light punishment they received was already letting them off easy.
Lin Feng was no saint. For those who dared offend the women of his household, while he might not kill them, he certainly wouldn't let them go without pain.
"You just wait! We'll be back! The Three Ghosts of the Huang Clan will never forgive you!"
The middle-aged man on the high platform frowned:
"Shut your mouths! The Soul Arena has its own rules. If you choose to gamble your strength and no one is killed, then it's within the rules.Did you forget how, in your last two battles, you left your opponents with burned and festering skin?If you couldn't control your eyes, how did you expect this to end? Now leave—immediately!"
Choked into silence by the man's reprimand, the two Huang brothers could only shoot a venomous glare with their remaining eyes at Qian Renxue and Lin Feng before staggering away, as if eager to find their older brother.
Once they had left, the middle-aged man resumed his usual praise for the rising stars.
"No time to grieve the departure of the Huang brothers! Now entering the stage is the future's greatest dark horse of the Soul Arena—Flowing Wind and Returning Snow!Let us cheer for their unparalleled strength!"
"Oooh! Xiao Feng is so handsome!"
"I want to bear his children!"
As soon as those words were spoken, Qian Renxue swept a chilling, warning glare toward the speaker. The person immediately froze, speechless.
"Heh."
Qian Renxue let out a soft laugh and deliberately grabbed Lin Feng's hand, flashing a smug smile toward Ling Yuan on the high platform before heading backstage.
Ling Yuan shook her head helplessly, then in a flash of light, rejoined Lin Feng and Qian Renxue.
"Xiao Feng, Xiao Xue, in this kind of Soul Arena, unless it's a death match, I doubt you'll find any opponents who can truly challenge you.And today, their martial souls were especially restrained by yours, which made the fight even less insightful."
Qian Renxue nodded. That so-called ghostfire might entangle ordinary soul masters and drain their energy, but it had no effect on her.
With her Ice-Fire Alchemy Body, she was already immune to both fire and ice elements—only pure control techniques could pose a threat.
To be specific, she could be trapped by ice walls or fire barriers, but they couldn't harm her.
However, the ghostfire those two used wasn't even primarily for control. When forced into that role, its effectiveness dropped further.
Not to mention, Qian Renxue's own soul power characteristics made it so that the two didn't even qualify to force her into using other soul skills.
Just one powered-up punch was enough.
Lin Feng mused aloud:
"Sister Ling Yuan, do you think we should start seeking stronger opponents?Even though we can usually spar with you or Grandpa Chrysanthemum, we still need same-level battles and clashes with various factions."
Ling Yuan smiled and nodded:
"Exactly right, Xiao Feng. These opponents in the Soul Arena simply can't sharpen your abilities—unless it's a death match.Real challenges don't just test your strength, but also temper your mind and demand strategy under extreme pressure."
Qian Renxue brushed the hair from her forehead and casually asked:
"Then, Sister Ling Yuan, do you have any suggestions for where to go?"
Ling Yuan thought for a moment:
"Aside from the Soul Arena, you can also take on bounty missions. Our Spirit Hall has long been secretly hunting down fallen soul masters.These fugitives are far more ruthless than ordinary ones.For you two, they'd make excellent opponents. Since they're as good as dead already, you can fight without restraint."
"Alright. Let's give that a try in the future."
Lin Feng nodded. The fallen soul masters of the early Douluo era weren't the same as the evil soul masters of the later Douluo 2 timeline.
Back then, your soul master classification wasn't based solely on your martial soul's nature.
What? Blue Silver Grass has devouring properties? It can absorb soul power from beasts and humans to grow?Evil!Clearly an evil soul master!
What? Your martial soul contains evil fire?Definitely evil!
But when labeling new soul masters, they seemed to forget that Tang San's ancestor's Eight Spider Lances had devouring abilities that were even worse.
In the present, a fallen soul master is judged solely by their actions.
Soul masters are born from the common folk. Sudden power often twists their nature.
Couple that with their elevated status during their growth, and it's no surprise that some become corrupted and commit all manner of atrocities.
In a fit of rage, they might annihilate an entire village—or wreak havoc in cities, oppress the innocent, seize others' wives.
These tragedies always stem from the lower levels of society.
And Spirit Hall is the main force that deals with these individuals. After years of effort...
The City of Slaughter has become their last refuge. Because they know—outside, the Spirit Hall hunts them relentlessly.
Sure, entering the City of Slaughter means death too. But faced with dying sooner or later, most choose the latter.
Of course, on the road to the City of Slaughter, their fate is no longer in their own hands.
Lin Feng looked into the distance.
Suddenly, he chuckled:
"Hey, do you think those two guys from earlier really have an older brother?"
Qian Renxue's interest was piqued. She poked Lin Feng:
"Say, Xiao Feng, how did you know their older brother's name? And what soul beasts their rings came from?"
"Just a guess. They reminded me of someone I read about in a book. Their soul skills seemed very similar."
"I see. So the two Huang brothers, plus their big brother, would make the 'Three Ghosts of the Huang Clan'?"
Ling Yuan giggled:
"What a ridiculous name. It's laughable.Your team name sounds much better—Flowing Wind and Returning Snow."
Her eyes gleamed slightly. A pair of fair hands suddenly wrapped around Lin Feng's chest from behind.
"Xiao Feng, if I formed a team with you, have you thought of a name for us?"
Qian Renxue coughed softly and subtly pulled Ling Yuan's hands down.
"Hmm... how about Wind and Kite?"
Ling Yuan rolled her eyes:
"Xiao Feng, aren't you playing favorites? You and Xiao Xue's team name came from poetry, and mine's just slapped together?"
Qian Renxue curled her lips in smug satisfaction.
Lin Feng thought hard. Regret not studying enough when it's needed most. He truly couldn't think of any poetic names that combined "Wind" and "Kite." Gritting his teeth, he said:
"How about... Seeking Wind, Searching for the Kite?"
Ling Yuan's eyes lit up:
"Perfect! Let's go with that!"
Qian Renxue's eyes narrowed. This won't do. She had to establish her lead over Sister Ling Yuan again!
Grabbing Lin Feng, she dragged him toward the inn:
"Xiao Feng, what's the full poem behind that name of ours? Hurry back and recite it for us!"
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