The Soul Saint of Fear

After straightening their clothes, Gu Shenggo and Lan Qingyan left the room.

They went to the hotel front desk to check out. Seeing the radiant beautiful woman behind Gu Shenggo, clearly well-satisfied after a night of indulgence, the attendant's eyes filled with envy. Being able to attach herself to a Soul Douluo powerhouse was something countless people could only dream of.

Although she had already been conquered by Gu Shenggo, Lan Qingyan still maintained her dignity and did not stay too close to him, keeping a certain distance.

After all, she still cared about her reputation. Her husband had been dead for less than a month, yet she had gotten involved with another man. If word got out, it would still have a considerable impact on her.

After checking out, Gu Shenggo and Lan Qingyan left the hotel.

Gu Shenggo took Lan Qingyan's carriage with her to Shui Li City, while he paid the driver of his previous carriage a fare and sent him away.

A luxurious yet elegant light-blue carriage embroidered with the Shui Family crest left Suotuo City under the coachman's control, changing its route from Heaven Dou Imperial City and returning to Shui Li City.

The elegant carriage compartment was exquisitely furnished and remarkably spacious, several times better than the carriage Gu Shenggo had hired before. It barely jolted at all, and its soundproofing was excellent—even if they made a huge commotion inside, the coachman outside would not hear it.

Threads of sandalwood incense drifted through the compartment, rich and alluring, soothing the mind and calming the heart.

Gu Shenggo and Lan Qingyan sat facing each other, without any improper behavior.

If it had been some other lecherous man, faced with an exceptional beauty like the dignified and elegant Lan Qingyan, he would surely have been constantly thinking of how to savor her.

But Gu Shenggo was different. Though he enjoyed such things as well, he knew moderation.

After eating one's fill, one needed time to digest. If one kept eating without stopping, one would grow tired of it.

"Shui Li City is the Shui Family's territory. Once you arrive there, sir, I will treat you properly. Whatever you want, you may have."

Lan Qingyan looked at the incomparably handsome Gu Shenggo, her beautiful eyes carrying traces of infatuation.

People were all carnivorous. Men were, and so were women—and compared to men, women's appetites were even stronger.

Gu Shenggo gave a slight nod, picked up a cup of fragrant tea that had already been steeped, and took a light sip before speaking indifferently.

"He's merely a Soul Saint. There's no need to worry so much."

Seeing how little Gu Shenggo thought of a Soul Saint, Lan Qingyan revealed a look of admiration. Soul Masters were already scarce across the continent, and high-level Soul Masters were even rarer.

On the continent, any faction with a Soul Saint could already squeeze into the first rank.

Even Skywater Academy only had a Soul Saint as its dean.

That Slime Academy having both a Soul Saint and a Soul Emperor was entirely an exception.

Dust billowed along the official road as the elegant light-blue carriage sped onward, moving no slower than cars in the modern world.

Pedestrians traveling along the road hurriedly moved aside, lest they be struck dead by the carriage.

There were no surveillance cameras here. Even if someone died, no one would investigate.

Yet three thousand meters behind the carriage, a black figure was rapidly flying closer. Seven soul rings encircled his body, radiating a powerful aura. His broad black wings beat, stirring the clouds, while black feathers drifted down from the sky and scattered across the earth.

Inside the elegant compartment, Gu Shenggo, who had been discussing Skywater Academy with Lan Qingyan, suddenly stopped speaking. Lan Qingyan was somewhat puzzled and asked, "What is it, Mr. Gu?"

"He's here."

Gu Shenggo spoke indifferently. Though they were more than three thousand meters apart, he could still sense the aura emanating from that Soul Saint. It was not strong, but it was extremely conspicuous.

Lan Qingyan's expression changed slightly at his words. He had actually caught up so quickly—that bastard!

But when Lan Qingyan looked at Gu Shenggo's calm face, at how he did not regard a Soul Saint as a threat at all, she felt reassured. With a Soul Douluo present, what was there to fear from a Soul Saint?

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Gu."

Lan Qingyan spoke to him softly, revealing a seductive smile. Gu Shenggo nodded slightly, then instructed the coachman to stop the carriage.

Under the coachman's control, the swiftly racing carriage gradually came to a stop.

When the Soul Saint pursuing them from behind saw the carriage suddenly halt, he was somewhat puzzled. However, he did not think much of it. His black wings beat behind him as he accelerated toward the carriage.

Gu Shenggo and Lan Qingyan stepped out of the compartment just as that Soul Saint flew over. Flapping his wings, he slowly descended above the carriage, allowing Gu Shenggo to clearly see his true face.

He was a somewhat sinister-looking middle-aged man, rather thin. Seven soul rings slowly revolved around him, while a Crow Spirit that radiated a dark aura and cried toward the heavens floated behind him. Its wings spread wide, whipping up fierce winds as sand and dust swirled.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black.

The rings shone with different colors, and at the same time, a powerful aura rushed toward Gu Shenggo and the others, pressing down on them in an attempt to intimidate them.

"Hmph!"

Facing his attempt at intimidation, Gu Shenggo gave a cold snort. His eyes turned sharp and icy as eight deep-black soul rings emerged, encircling his body one after another. A shocking chill erupted and swept in every direction, coating the ground in a thick layer of frost!

Suddenly, the frozen ground exploded, sending shards of ice flying through the air like snowflakes. An enormous Ice Thorn Vine, dozens of meters long and resembling a sky-piercing divine vine, burst from the ice. Its entire body was icy blue as it coiled around Gu Shenggo. Every one of its enormous, incomparably sharp thorns sliced through the air, while its massive body was as hard as ice dragons.

An even more terrifying aura erupted, instantly overwhelming the Crow Soul Saint's presence and pressing back against him!

"What?!"

Feeling Gu Shenggo's terrifying aura and seeing those eight deep-black soul rings, Wuta was stunned. How was that possible? Someone actually possessed eight ten-thousand-year soul rings!

The powerful aura pressed down on Wuta so heavily that he could barely breathe, filling his heart with fear. It was even stronger than the aura of the Titled Douluo powerhouse he had sensed years ago.

Although Gu Shenggo currently had only eight soul rings, all of them were ten-thousand-year rings. Their combined aura was even slightly stronger than that of a Titled Douluo.

However, the Soul Power within his body was still limited, not yet at the level of a Titled Douluo.

Simply put, Soul Power was like mana in a game. Whatever level you were at determined how much mana you had; once it ran out, no matter how many skills you possessed, you could not use them.

Lan Qingyan once again felt Gu Shenggo's powerful aura, her voluptuous body trembling uncontrollably. He was far too powerful—in every sense.

As Wuta looked at Gu Shenggo, shrouded in eight ten-thousand-year soul rings, his heart filled with fear. How was he supposed to fight this? The thought of retreating arose instantly, and he cast the matter of hunting down Lan Qingyan to the back of his mind.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Dark Curtain Feather Blade!"

Without another word, Wuta opened with his fourth soul skill. A purple soul ring flared with light as the wings behind him suddenly spread wide, firing countless black feathers. Dense as a rain of black falling from the sky, every feather was incomparably sharp as they shot toward Gu Shenggo, intending to hold him back and create an opportunity for Wuta to escape.

"Flashy but useless."

Gu Shenggo watched the sky full of black feathers streaking toward him with an indifferent gaze. He did not use a soul skill. Instead, enormous Ice Thorn Vines rose directly before Gu Shenggo and Lan Qingyan like an ice wall, shielding them.

A series of clanging metallic sounds rang out. Those incomparably sharp black feathers could not even scratch the surface of the Ice Thorn Vines. All of them were blocked and scattered across the ground.

Suddenly, black light flashed. Wuta activated his sixth soul skill, increasing his speed severalfold in an instant. Without a second thought, he turned into a streak of black light and fled.

Fighting a Soul Douluo with eight ten-thousand-year soul rings—wasn't that just courting death?

(Headmaster, Dean of Students, Teacher.)