Chapter 115

The Red Fox Demon fell silent for a moment, seeming to be wary of Ye Feng's self-destruct remark just made, then let out a sinister laugh.

"Little brat, what is your treasure? If it can really heal my wounds, give it to me now, and I'll let you go."

Ye Feng said with a cold face: "Do you think I'm stupid? What if you take the stuff and then turn on me? Let me run a distance first, and I'll leave the item on the road—how about that?"

The Red Fox Demon immediately shrieked sharply, "No way! Who knows if you're lying to me? How would I know what you left behind? You're indeed a little slippery; it'd be better to just devour your flesh and blood."

Ye Feng snorted, then said discontentedly: "Look at you, so impatient. How about this: you first take me to find the people of the Spirit Hall; my undercover mission isn't over yet. Let me see them, and I'll hand over the item—what do you think?"

"You've got a good plan, but if you really run into rescuers, would you still give it to me? The one protecting you is a Soul Emperor!"

Ye Feng put on a "begging for a beating" expression: "No way? No way? You're an evil soul master—defeating a Soul Emperor with your weird methods shouldn't be easy? Can't you even kill someone above your level?"

"Our strength is nowhere near equal; we're both evil soul masters and don't trust each other, so I need a soul master who can restrain you and let me escape. Coincidentally, you and I both bear grudges against the Spirit Hall, and I could even help you trap and kill a Soul Emperor—how wonderful! A Soul Emperor's flesh is far more fragrant than a Soul Elder's, having absorbed and transformed from two ten-thousand-year soul rings."

Ye Feng, soul power maybe exclude

The Red Fox Demon still didn't believe it, killing intent flashing in her eyes: "As a Soul King, I could still be handled by a little Soul Elder like you? What's hidden? I can clearly see the item is in your storage ring; once I get the ring, I'll naturally obtain the treasure."

Ye Feng felt a surge of joy; he had finally misled the Red Fox Demon. Now this evil soul master's thoughts were completely confined by the storage ring in his hand, so he wouldn't think of the endless gourd hanging at his waist.

His storage ring contained only miscellaneous junk, nothing precious.

Ye Feng took off the ring on his index finger, tossed it far to the Red Fox Demon, then smiled and said: "To prove my sincerity, I can hand over the storage ring to you first; you can freely search inside to see if there really are the heavenly treasures I just mentioned."

The Red Fox Demon took the ring; she indeed couldn't refuse this storage ring—who knows if inside there's an old man capable of absorbing three years of soul power? The storage ring is merely a soul tool, it doesn't recognize a master; as long as soul power is infused, it can be used directly. The Red Fox Demon infused soul power and carefully searched the contents.

Aside from some clothing and cultivation resources, everything else were wilderness survival necessities, mostly poems Ye Feng himself had written on white paper.

The Red Fox Demon let out a sinister laugh, like a lewd, perverted hooligan: "There really isn't anything good inside; logically the item might truly be hidden by you, but I just don't believe it! Take off all your clothes! I want to see if you're hiding anything on your body."

Ye Feng's face changed; his gourd hangs at his waist—if he took off his clothes, the gourd would naturally have to be removed too. Now this evil soul master is trapped in a mistaken mindset and hasn't thought to look at his gourd; if he were to remove the gourd and the Red Fox Demon suddenly realized, he'd be done for.

"What are you trying to do? This is impossible—I've already given my heart to another. Even if you get my body, you'll never win my heart! I'd rather die than suffer such humiliation!"

Red light flickered in the Red Fox Demon's eyes as she coldly asked: "Just now, when I looked at your storage ring, you didn't react this strongly—why are you getting anxious now? Did you really hide it on your body?"

Boom——!!! An invisible mental wave suddenly spread from beside her,

Leaves covering the ground scattered in all directions; Ye Feng was directly shaken and flown backward, and even the distant soul beast that had been knocked out and lay hidden in the grass was overturned and rolled a few times.

The Red Fox Demon instantly appeared at Ye Feng's original spot, one hand catching the wooden gourd that had been shaken loose and was falling vertically in midair; she casually shook it, listened to the water inside, seeming not to take it to heart.

Red Fox Demon

Ye Feng, breathing slightly hurried, stood up again. This is bad—the gourd was taken by the Red Fox Demon, and his last bargaining chip is gone. Damn it, why am I so unlucky? Since arriving on the Douluo Continent, everything's gone wrong—am I not a transmigrator?

Ye Feng, Soul Master maybe exclude

No, at the very least I must not let the Red Fox Demon discover that the endless gourd in her hand is what she's looking for; otherwise, losing its utility, she'll surely silence me.

Just as Ye Feng was about to take off his clothes to "prove his innocence," a familiar voice suddenly sounded from afar.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry—there's an evil soul master about! Quickly search! Don't let a single person escape!"

(no named)

Ye Feng, She Mao Douluo appears

Ye Feng, She Mao Douluo

"Damn, it's actually a Titled Douluo!" the Red Fox Demon cursed angrily; a mental wave came over, instantly causing Ye Feng's mind to lose focus for a moment.

A gloomy voice echoed in his ear: "Heh heh heh, kid, this time you got lucky! Next time we meet, I'll definitely eat you! I've got my eye on you—heh heh heh——"

By the time Ye Feng came to his senses again, the white-robed fox-masked person before him had already vanished.

After a while, the Spear Snake Douluo arrived with several Soul Emperors, appearing before Ye Feng in a hurry; his expression grim, he coldly asked: "Ye Feng brat, where was that evil soul master just now?"

Ye Feng, She Mao Douluo, She Long

She Long impatiently pulled Ye Feng off his leg: "A real man shouldn't be crying here—hurry up and say, which way did the person flee?"

Ye Feng immediately choked up, scratching his chin embarrassedly: "I didn't see which way he ran; that Red Fox Demon is a mental-attribute soul master, and I just missed his mental attack for a moment."

The Spear Snake Douluo gasped in shock, his pupils constricting, an incredulous expression on his face: "How could it be! Red Fox Demon! It's actually him! Wasn't he long dead?"

Seeing the Spear Snake Douluo's shocked expression, Ye Feng hurriedly asked: "Uncle She Long, just who is that Red Fox Demon?"

She Long, Qian Renxue

Actually, She Long's personality is too straightforward—he simply can't act. Qian Renxue merely had him pose as confirmation that the Red Fox Demon, this evil soul master, had once clashed with the Spirit Hall and borne grudges; but now, after being set up by the Spear Snake Douluo, this Red Fox Demon persona seems to have done something shocking, which is why even the Titled Douluo Spear Snake Douluo was taken aback.

The Spear Snake Douluo's face flickered between shock and calm, finally settling; he then said: "This has nothing to do with you. The news of this evil soul master is a top-secret among top-secrets; even few in the Spirit Hall know it. I can only tell you his identity is not ordinary—he seems linked to a rising evil soul master organization, the Holy Spirit Cult. Only when you become a Soul Sage will you be qualified to know his affairs; otherwise, it's a death sentence."

"Huh? Holy Spirit Cult? Does that organization really exist?" Ye Feng's CPU overheated—isn't that the evil soul master organization from Absolute Tang Sect? It exists already in this time period? No wonder when that Red Fox Demon heard Holy Spirit Cult she immediately thought he was lying; turns out it's like Li Kui meeting Li Gui—this Red Fox Demon is actually an insider!

She Long, Ye Feng, Holy Spirit Sect

Ye Feng's head shook like a rattle drum—obviously they were probing his background; he daren't speak carelessly.

"No, I haven't heard of it; I'm just curious. That Red Fox Demon said there's an evil soul master organization—I thought it was fake. And she said she's got her eye on me, that she's from the Holy Spirit Cult—wouldn't that put me in great danger? Uncle She Long, you must protect me!"

Seeing Ye Feng's unpleasant expression, the Spear Snake Douluo rare ly comforted him: "Rest easy—with the Spirit Hall around, the Holy Spirit Cult can't stir up much trouble. Two years ago, the Spirit Hall had its enshrined ones take action, leading the Angel Legion to wipe out their main forces; now only some young evil soul masters remain. I didn't expect this Red Fox Demon to have survived as well."

Ye Feng, She Long, Mist-Trace Grand Canyon

Ye Feng sighed unwillingly and nodded. The endless gourd left to him by his system father is gone too—originally it was given to him when he transmigrated, together with the Azure Lotus Sword martial soul; he hadn't expected that after a bout of training, it would be gone now—truly everything's going wrong.

Inside that gourd was like an endless space; as long as soul power is infused, each day one can pour out various flavored spiritual liquors. This liquor not only strengthens the body but also aids soul power cultivation, and it's the fundamental reason he could reach the three-ring Soul Elder level at such a young age so quickly.

"Damn Red Fox Demon! I, Ye Feng, share no common sky with you! The grudge over the treasure is irreconcilable! Once I become a Titled Douluo, I will surely tear this bastard to pieces!" Ye Feng suddenly realized, his eyes lighting up; he hurriedly asked: "Uncle She Long, why did you suddenly come back? Weren't you supposed to be protecting Sister Xue half a year ago? Has Sister Xue already returned to the Spirit Hall?"

She Long, Ye Feng, the Spirit Hall, Young Master

(no named)

She Mao Douluo, Ye Feng, She Long

(no named)

Qian Renxue, Iron Armored Crocodile

Qian Renxue's eight-winged angel aura instantly stirred up a huge commotion among this group of iron-armored crocodiles; each iron-armored crocodile churned the already unclear riverbank water into even greater murkiness.

The iron-armored crocodiles originally lounging by the riverbank, basking in the sun, upon sensing Qian Renxue's aura, immediately flailed their short limbs and crawled into the water, scrambling to escape—otherwise they might end up as grilled crocodile.

Qian Renxue currently had no mind to bother with these weak iron-armored crocodiles; she merely sighed, feeling that this place was very suitable as a mimicry training environment for Tian Yue.

She sat cross-legged on a large smooth river stone by the river, lifted the hood on her head, and was happily tinkering with the wooden gourd in her hand. After her recent experiment, this thing truly is a treasure, but Qian Renxue still doesn't know how to use it now.

When Qian Renxue just opened the gourd's inlaid mouth, clearly there had been water sounds when the gourd was shaken before, but looking inside it was empty, and nothing could be poured out.

Qian Renxue took some clean water from her storage bracelet; the gourd's mouth was a bit small, and after struggling to pour some water in, she found the gourd was like a bottomless pit—clean water only went in, never out. Afterwards Qian Renxue cleaned the gourd.

She muttered to herself, "This is interesting—could it be the kind of gourd that Jinjiao Dawang and Yinjiao Dawang have? But that shouldn't be; if it were really that powerful, Ye Feng would have used it on me just now."

The information available now is that Ye Feng's soul power level rose so quickly; it must be thanks to this gourd's help.

Qian Renxue looked it over for a while and found the gourd's appearance quite ordinary; in her previous life's novels, most protagonists' treasures were like this, emphasizing hiding one's abilities.

"The water inside ought to be something good, but how do I pour it out? I don't know how to activate a treasure—magic power? Will soul power work?"

Just say the word and do it—when Qian Renxue poured soul power into the gourd, the wooden gourd suddenly burst with light. Qian Renxue watched in delight as the gourd, like someone who hadn't eaten in hundreds of years, absorbed soul power faster and faster, even taking one-fifth of her total soul power.

In an instant, the texture of the originally simple wooden gourd changed; the whole gourd shifted from yellow to jade-green, as if coated with a layer of jade-colored lacquer, giving it a crystal-clear feel like glass.

"Whoa, it actually changed color—looks like this is the gourd's true form, green? It matches Ye Feng's martial soul color quite well."

Qian Renxue imagined Ye Feng holding the Azure Lotus Soul Sword in one hand and a jade wine pot in the other, sipping wine and reciting poetry while drawing his sword.

"What a pity—now Ye Feng's treasure is mine, but my jade gourd and his yellow gourd aren't the same kind; the yellow wooden gourd is male, while my jade one is female!"

"Even using it in front of him doesn't scare me—does he dare to stand off against me?"

Qian Renxue immediately took a white tea cup from her storage bracelet; she normally doesn't drink alcohol, so she has to make do with the tea cup.

As soon as she opened the jade inlaid mouth, a strong wine aroma burst out; Qian Renxue personally dislikes the smell of alcohol, but the scent of this spiritual liquor isn't as pungent as ordinary liquor—instead it has a fresh, plant-like fragrance.

No wonder it's something from a fantasy world—Qian Renxue carefully poured a little into the cup.

The liquor's color was pure like water, yet under light refraction it faintly glowed with a pale blue sheen. Qian Renxue leaned in to smell it again—the aroma was like a cool breeze drifting through a summer bamboo grove, carrying the freshness of bamboo and the earth's fragrance.

Taking a small sip, the liquor danced lightly in her mouth—first a refreshing impact, then a lingering sweetness, like a cool breeze swirling in her mouth that lingered.

This spiritual liquor wasn't just a treat for the taste buds; it even benefited her sea of consciousness. Her mind, which had gradually become twisted in the City of Slaughter, seemed to find solace. Qian Renxue felt utterly refreshed, her suppressed emotions swept away, and she felt lighthearted and happy, wanting to sing a song here.

But Qian Renxue is a barbarian—since her martial soul awakened, she's gone five or six years without studying culture, unlike Ye Feng; in this regard she's just a rough person. The poetry and such from her past life have basically been returned to her teachers; now, besides pretentious pick-up lines, she can't utter anything refined.

Qian Renxue's Eight-Winged Angel Martial Soul is too high a level, exerting strong pressure on all soul beasts of the Douluo Continent; the strongest soul beasts in these rivers are only a thousand years old—how could they withstand her martial soul pressure?

Within a hundred-meter diameter around Qian Renxue, not a single soul beast dares to step forward; they all huddle fearfully in the corners, lowering their proud heads under her martial soul's might.

The sun shone brightly, soft golden light gently bathing the girl, as if gilding her with a splendid filter, making her look warm all over.

The white-robed golden-haired girl sat quietly by the river, her gorgeous purple eyes open. She silently gazed at the scene of a hundred beasts paying homage before her for a long time, then finally spoke slowly: "Delicious, awesome!"

4800 brothers, that's the limit for today (chapter end).