Can My Soul Power Cultivate on Its Own?

The next moment, a fierce gale erupted. Countless leaves from the surroundings were swept into the airflow, almost turning Gust into a massive Leaf Blade.

Only then did the six Netherworld Wolves realize how terrifying Pidgeotto was. By the time they tried to retreat and flee, it was already too late.

Pidgeotto's all-out giant wind blade came crashing down like a greatsword, carving a nearly one-meter-deep gash into the ground.

Three of the six Netherworld Wolves were instantly cut in half at the waist by the wind blade, blood spraying everywhere. Their severed bodies were flung several meters backward by the gale like tattered sacks.

Two more desperately tried to evade the attack and were lucky enough not to be directly killed by Gust, but they still lost limbs and were drenched in blood. It was clear they would not live much longer.

Only the wolf standing at the very back had been clever enough to retreat a considerable distance while Gust was still gathering strength. It ultimately managed to save its life and fled back into the forest as fast as it could.

After easily dealing with the enemies, Qian Bing did not forget to show off his knowledge to Tang San. He said,

"Wolves and dogs have very similar body structures. There's a saying: heads of bronze, bones of iron, waists of tofu. Their waists are the most vulnerable weak point on their bodies.

"Let's quickly clean up the scene and cover up the scent a little before relocating. Leave them to you."

Tang San nodded, drew the Short Sword Qian Bing had given him earlier, and was about to step forward to put the two dying Netherworld Wolves out of their misery.

Suddenly, Qian Bing felt a tremor in his right palm. The Spirit Ball Spirit, which had remained dormant for a long time, unexpectedly reacted intensely.

What... is the Spirit Ball Spirit up to now?

Could it be trying to capture these two injured Netherworld Wolves?

Qian Bing froze. The Spirit Ball Spirit on his right hand had already flown out on its own, slowly drifting toward one of the Netherworld Wolves that was still clinging to life.

The Spirit Ball Spirit stopped in midair before the Netherworld Wolf. A moment later, it released a beam of red light and actually sucked one of the Netherworld Wolves inside.

Immediately afterward, the Spirit Ball Spirit glowed red as though it had captured a Pokemon, swaying from side to side in the air.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong."

After the three crisp chimes Qian Bing imagined in his head, the glow around the Spirit Ball Spirit dimmed, and it slowly flew backward into his hand.

Uh, could the Spirit Ball Spirit capture Soul Beasts too?

A surge of wild joy rose in Qian Bing's heart!

If the Spirit Ball Spirit could even capture Soul Beasts, then wouldn't he be invincible once he captured eight or nine Hundred-Thousand Year Soul Beasts as underlings?

Hahaha!

Beneath the full moon, a small boy threw back his head and laughed wildly. He looked every bit like a hidden dragon poised to rise, brimming with extraordinary vigor.

The next second, Qian Bing threw the Spirit Ball Spirit in his hand and shouted,

"Come out, Netherworld Wolf!"

"..."

The Spirit Ball Spirit traced a graceful arc through the air before dropping to the ground without the slightest response.

Only Tang San tilted his head at Qian Bing in confusion, his eyes full of question marks.

"Boss?"

"Come out, Netherworld Wolf?"

Qian Bing called out again in a low, hesitant voice, but the Spirit Ball Spirit still showed no reaction.

Seeing Tang San's gaze grow increasingly puzzled, he scratched his head and hurried over to pick up the Spirit Ball Spirit. Somewhat awkwardly, he said,

"Heh... looks like I was overthinking it. I thought my spirit had captured another Soul Beast."

Tang San nodded and said with a smile,

"Boss, you've studied so much about Soul Masters, but you still haven't figured out your own spirit?"

Qian Bing lightly smacked the back of his head and said irritably,

"What are you laughing at, brat? Blame it on my spirit being too special. Look around—whose spirit can summon a Soul Beast?"

"Haha, yes, yes, yes. Boss is wise and mighty, and your spirit is number one under heaven."

"Enough. Hurry up and deal with the scene, or the smell of blood will soon attract powerful Soul Beasts. I'll study my... huh?!"

Before Qian Bing could finish, he let out an exclamation. He felt threads of warm current continuously circulating through the meridians in his body.

The sensation was very similar to when he obtained his first soul ring and successfully broke through to become a Soul Master.

It was only that the current warmth was countless times weaker than the one from back then.

He could not help feeling puzzled. What was going on?

According to the descriptions in the novels, a Soul Master's Soul Power should only increase through constant meditation. So why had a trace of Soul Power grown inside him while he was simply standing there, and why was it still continuing to increase automatically?

Something this unreasonable had to have a cause.

At that moment, Qian Bing happened to see Tang San stab the Short Sword into the soft abdomen of the Netherworld Wolf on the ground. His entire body jolted, and an answer instantly surfaced in his mind.

It was the Spirit Ball Spirit at work!

The Spirit Ball Spirit must have absorbed that Netherworld Wolf just now, drawn out its energy, and transferred it to him. That was why his Soul Power could increase out of thin air!

"So my Soul Power... can cultivate on its own?!"

Thinking of this, Qian Bing could not stop himself from beaming. He nearly shouted aloud that he was the chosen son of fate of Douluo Continent!

"Pidgeot, Pidgeotto!"

But just as he was basking in triumph, a burst of urgent bird cries suddenly rang out, instantly wiping every trace of laughter from Qian Bing's face.

A cold gleam rose in his eyes at the same time. He rushed forward and pulled Tang San, who was scattering Realgar Powder over the Netherworld Wolf corpses, to his side.

Tang San blanked for a moment before asking,

"Boss, what is it?"

"Shh!"

Qian Bing wore a grave expression. He raised a finger to his lips, then pointed at his ear.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent. A faint rustling sound clearly entered their ears, and the air seemed to carry a few traces of a fishy odor.

However, the smell was not strong. It even carried a faint sweetness and the fragrance of tea.

Tang San was an expert at identifying poisons. His nose twitched, and he instinctively blurted out,

"There's poison."

Qian Bing nodded and warily looked toward where the rustling had come from. He remarked in a low voice,

"Trouble after trouble. Tonight really isn't peaceful."

The rustling stopped at that moment. Tang San activated the Mysterious Heaven Skill and pushed his Purple Demon Eyes to their limit as he looked in that direction.

Vaguely, he seemed to see a dark green triangular snakehead rising from the bushes. A pair of tiny Ruby-like eyes was staring in their direction.

Perhaps intimidated by the Realgar Powder, it did not continue approaching.

"Boss, over there."

Tang San pointed toward where the snakehead had risen.

At that moment, Pidgeotto also discovered the Soul Beast's hiding place with its sharp eyesight. It descended in front of the two of them, raised its head, and stared in that direction vigilantly.

Qian Bing did not have such keen eyesight. Everything within his line of sight was pitch-black, so he said,

"Xiao San, there are fire starters in the bundle. Throw one over there."

Tang San obediently acted. The fire starter ignited as soon as it met the wind, and as it tumbled through the air, it illuminated that area. This time, Qian Bing also saw the snakehead.

His expression immediately turned solemn, though his tone held little surprise as he said,

"It really is a Mandala Snake. We need to be careful."

"Hiss, hisss."

As though enraged by the fire starter, the Mandala Snake slowly raised its head and let out low hisses at Pidgeotto.

But the Realgar Powder still held it in check, and it ultimately did not immediately advance.