Paying You Back Ten Thousand Gold Soul Coins

Holy Soul Village.

Ye Buqun had not expected the third mission to be a trip to one of the Upper Three Sects, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, renowned as the number one Beast Martial Soul sect in the world.

But why did he have to take a carriage? Now that he possessed Tang Hao's soul bone flight skill, would it not be more convenient to fly there directly?

Still, a mission was a mission. Getting the reward was more appealing.

"Brother Qun, you're amazing!" Tang San's childish face was filled with incomparable envy.

Starting out as a Soul Saint in the initial test—anyone would probably wake up laughing from such a dream.

And if Ye Buqun revealed the Clear Sky Hammer and all nine soul rings when awakening his martial soul, what would Tang San think then?

Ye Buqun said, "It's nothing, Little San. Can you lend me one Copper Soul Coin?"

"Sure." Without asking what he needed it for, Tang San directly took the only three Copper Soul Coins from his pocket and handed them to him. "You can have them all."

Ye Buqun took one from his palm. "I only need this one. I'll pay you back ten thousand Gold Soul Coins later."

The clever Tang San had already realized something. "Brother Qun, are you leaving?"

Ye Buqun said, "That's right. You really are a smart kid. I'm going to take care of something."

Tang San seemed somewhat reluctant to see him go. "Then... can I come with you?"

Ye Buqun smiled. "Your main task right now is going to school. What I'm doing isn't suitable for you yet."

Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flashed through Tang San's eyes. He could not help looking at his right hand. "I don't even know whether Dad will agree to the schooling. Besides, my martial soul is only Blue Silver Grass. Everyone says it's the standard useless martial soul."

Ye Buqun said, "Don't you have another martial soul?"

Tang San was clearly stunned, his face full of disbelief. "Huh? How did you know?"

Ye Buqun smiled again. "Don't forget, your brother here is a Soul Saint. What could possibly be hidden from me? Your second martial soul is called the Clear Sky Hammer, reputed to be the strongest Tool Martial Soul on this continent. Also, I can tell you now that your Blue Silver Grass isn't ordinary Blue Silver Grass. In short, it's very powerful."

Tang San's eyes immediately lit up. "R-Really?"

Ye Buqun patted his shoulder. "Brother Qun would never lie to you. You'll definitely enter a Soul Master Academy, and you'll certainly become an extraordinary Soul Master in the future. Also, don't tell anyone about what happened today for now. You'll learn it all eventually anyway. Little San, remember that I owe you ten thousand Gold Soul Coins. Until we meet again."

"Brother Qun!"

"Remember! I'll be waiting for you at the pinnacle of the Soul Master World!" With that, Ye Buqun vanished like a gust of wind.

After he left, Tang San could not help releasing the Blue Silver Grass from his right hand. Is this martial soul really that powerful—

The reason Ye Buqun had borrowed one Copper Soul Coin from Tang San was naturally to take a carriage.

Was one Copper Soul Coin enough?

Of course it was not, but that was no difficulty at all for Ye Buqun. His Sixth Soul Skill: Divine Imprint could copy hundreds of Copper Soul Coins in minutes.

In other words, as long as he had this one Copper Soul Coin, Ye Buqun could have as much money as he wanted. It was merely a matter of expending Soul Power and time.

Incidentally, this Sixth Soul Skill could copy items without limit, but people, soul bones, domains, soul rings, and martial souls could only be copied once. That was why he had not copied the current Tang San.

Tang San was only level ten at present. Copying him would grant Ye Buqun secret martial arts such as Mysterious Jade Hand, Purple Demon Eye, and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, but that would mean he could never copy Tang San after he became a Title Douluo or even a god. Wouldn't that be a devastating loss?

Following the route indicated by the mission in his mind, Ye Buqun arrived at the place in Nuoding City where carriages could be rented.

"Oh my, child, you came at just the right time. These past two days, sects and nobles of every size have been holding martial soul awakening ceremonies. Elders and Soul Masters stationed elsewhere are all rushing back, so carriages are in short supply. We only have this one left."

A middle-aged coachman with a square face spoke to him this way.

Ye Buqun wanted to visit the Upper Three Sects as soon as possible, so he did not hesitate in the slightest. "Fine. Take me to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. We'll leave now."

At the mention of that name, a respectful expression appeared on the square-faced coachman's face. "Little brother, are you from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"Hey! Coachman, we're hiring this carriage!"

Just then, three greasy-looking young men approached and said this very rudely.

Upon seeing the three of them, obvious apprehension appeared on the square-faced coachman's face. "Young Master Quan, this little brother has already reserved it. Look—"

If Ye Buqun had not said he was going to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the square-faced coachman would likely have yielded the carriage to these three long ago.

These three came from the Quan Family, a notorious bully family in Nuoding City. Their patriarch was a Soul King and had been granted the title of viscount by the empire. Though they were a family of low-ranking nobles, in a remote town like Nuoding City, they were more than enough to dominate the area.

These three young men were the Quan Family patriarch's three sons: Quan Da, Quan Er, and Quan San. Although they all looked rather sleazy, their ruffian-like air of wrongdoing and their status as Soul Masters made ordinary people fear them from afar.

"Damn it, you won't even give Second Master some face? Are you fucking asking for a beating?" Quan Er was exceptionally arrogant, stepping forward to intimidate the square-faced coachman.

Quan San spat on the ground. "Where did this brat come from? Do you know who we are? And you're even wearing such an ugly mask. We're in a good mood today, so we won't beat you up. Get lost, now!"

To avoid attracting too much attention, Ye Buqun had already put on the Concealment Mask when he left Holy Soul Village.

"And if I refuse to give way, what can the three pieces of trash do about it?" Ye Buqun said.

At these words, even the square-faced coachman worried for him. "Child, leave quickly! I won't rent you the carriage anymore!"

He said this to protect Ye Buqun. If these three started causing trouble, Ye Buqun's life might be in danger.

But the coachman had still underestimated the ruthlessness of the three men.

"Heh! Looks like the sky's about to change today! In Nuoding City, even a child dares talk to us like that now? What did he call us? Trash, right?" Quan Da picked at his ear, a sinister expression already appearing on his face.

Quan Er looked no less cunning than his elder brother. "Third, teach him a proper lesson. Let him know that Nuoding City has a Quan Family!"

Quan Da said, "Rip off his mask and beat him so badly even his mother won't recognize him!"

"How could that be enough? I'll beat him until he can't stand again for the rest of his life! Let him learn what real trash is! Hehe!"

Quan San was even crueler than his two brothers. He stomped on the ground and leaped forward—