The Shui Family's Younger Generation Wants Me to Treat Them

"Let us welcome Emperor Slayer White Demon and Human-Faced Illusion Demon!"

As the Host spread his hands apart, Ji Wuming and a curvaceous, alluring woman walked toward the Soul Arena Stage from opposite sides. The woman exuded a uniquely captivating charm.

"It's been ages since I last saw Human-Faced Illusion Demon. I didn't expect her to grow even more—"

"Do you want to die? If she hears you making such lewd remarks, believe it or not, the moment you leave the Black Market, your head will roll."

Amid the heated discussions of the spectators, the two arrived on the Soul Arena Stage. Human-Faced Illusion Demon rested her left hand on her hip and licked the dagger in her right hand, every movement brimming with seduction. She said casually,

"White Demon, I've heard of you. It's a pity that Scarface was useless. I'm truly curious about what you look like beneath that mask. How about you surrender on your own? Let me take you as my manservant, and you can live."

"Ha. Human-Faced Illusion Demon, I think you're afraid of losing. If so, why did you enter this soul fighting match?"

Ji Wuming directly shot back at her threat with the bearing of a strong man.

At that point, neither of them gave an inch in the pressure they released before the match, both warily observing the other.

The Host flew into the air ahead of time and loudly announced,

"The battle between the two strongest Great Soul Masters begins now!"

The instant the Host finished speaking, Human-Faced Illusion Demon immediately unleashed her Second Soul Skill.

"Heart Questioning Realm."

A dim light shot straight into Ji Wuming's brow. It moved at astonishing speed, leaving even Ji Wuming unable to evade it. The two stood motionless on the Soul Arena Stage as their consciousnesses were pulled into another world.

Ji Wuming now stood at the center of hellfire, several iron chains binding him tightly. Before him, dozens of peerless swords, pitch-black all over and still being forged, never yet unsheathed, shattered one after another.

Hidden within the illusion, Human-Faced Illusion Demon felt a trace of fear when she saw this incomparably grim, blazing illusion steeped in slaughter.

She had fought many Soul Masters, and most of the illusions she created involved sordid affairs between men and women. Who could have expected her to witness such a scene of carnage today?

But so what? Watching White Demon struggle continuously to no avail, Human-Faced Illusion Demon, merged into the illusion, only grew more excited.

"In this illusion, no matter how you struggle, it is useless."

"I am the ruler!"

"The ruler!!"

"The ruler!!!"

Outside, most of the spectators watched Emperor Slayer White Demon's expression gradually twist in pain, their hearts filled with anxiety.

"White Demon isn't going to lose, is he? You have to hold on! You can't die, absolutely can't!"

"White Demon, my happiness for the rest of my life depends on you. Don't die at the hands of a Control System Soul Master."

At the same time, within the illusion, just as countless broken sword fragments shot toward Ji Wuming, his aura suddenly erupted, dense bloodlust filling the air around him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

The chains binding Ji Wuming snapped one after another. He glared viciously around him, gripping the Blood Thunder Battle Spear as he instantly unleashed his First Soul Skill and Second Soul Skill. The rain of swords struck his body, only to shatter into ashes at once.

Ji Wuming fiercely thrust in a single direction.

"If the illusion is broken, the caster will inevitably suffer backlash."

After unleashing his Second Soul Skill three times in succession, delivering a full nine strikes—

With a bang, countless fragments of the illusion shattered into powder. The illusion vanished, and the two returned to reality. Human-Faced Illusion Demon staggered back more than ten steps, spat out a mouthful of blood, and stood drenched in sweat, her face full of horror.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll agree to anything you want!"

"No, no..."

She dropped to her knees, her mind and mouth repeating those pleas for mercy together.

Ji Wuming would not give her another chance to use her Second Soul Skill. While she was still suffering from the illusion's backlash, he gripped his spear and unleashed his Second Soul Skill again, driving its tip deep through her throat.

"The victor rules and the loser falls. Either you die, or I do."

The moment he pulled out the Blood Thunder Battle Spear, the terrified Human-Faced Illusion Demon crashed heavily to the ground.

At the sight, every spectator in the stands rose to their feet, shouting Emperor Slayer White Demon's name themselves hoarse and cheering for his victory.

After using his Second Soul Skill four times, Ji Wuming's stamina and Soul Power had both dropped severely. He walked off the Soul Arena Stage with a troubled expression, gasping heavily.

The illusion Human-Faced Illusion Demon had used was the changing realm formed from his own body feeding the swords. If not for the backlash from the blood energy within the Blood Thunder Battle Spear while his mental power was imprisoned, he truly might have died to a mere Second Soul Skill of an Illusion-Type Martial Soul.

It seemed he would have to be much more wary of Control System Soul Masters in the future, especially Soul Masters with certain Illusion-Type Martial Souls. If he faced a duel like this again, he could not guarantee that he would be able to break the illusion as successfully as he had just done.

After resting for two hours and recovering his Soul Power, Ji Wuming collected his one hundred and fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins and swiftly disappeared into the darkness. Once he left the Black Market and reached the outskirts of the city—

After nearly half a year of fighting, his perception of his surroundings had become exceptionally sharp. In less than a minute, Ji Wuming noticed a group of around ten people following close behind him, though he did not know their purpose.

There was no need to think about it. This ten-man squad was most likely planning to rob and kill him for his belongings, or perhaps they were scouts from some faction seeking to glimpse his true face.

Ji Wuming had no time to kill them and give himself unnecessary trouble. He immediately ran into a dense forest, using the abundant vegetation to block the followers' line of sight.

The ten people who had painstakingly chased into the forest looked at one another.

"Leader, I think we lost him!"

"Then we lost him. Luckily, White Demon didn't go on a killing spree. Otherwise, the moment he noticed us, we'd have been dead already. Do you really think White Demon never noticed us?"

As he spoke, the Leader of the Ten-Man Squad flicked his sleeve and immediately left the area.

Having escaped perfectly, Ji Wuming finally removed his black robe and mask, then put his Storage Ring back on.

However, just as he reentered Vast Sea City, Dean Shui hurried over to Ji Wuming and said, "Little Ji, I finally found you. I have an urgent matter to discuss with you."

"Dean, what could make you so flustered?"

Ji Wuming looked at the anxious Dean Shui before him, completely baffled. A Soul King needed help from him, a mere Soul Grandmaster?

"Let's talk as we walk!"

Dean Shui led him toward the Wodefake Grand Hotel. Then, suppressing his excitement, he explained,

"Little Ji, Director Lu and I are both from the Shui Family of Skywater City. We came to find you this time because we need you to treat one of the Shui Family's younger generation."

"Me?"

Ji Wuming roughly guessed the identity of that younger family member, but he was not a healer. How could he possibly treat someone's illness?

These past two days of soul fighting were indeed a bit drawn out in order to shape the protagonist's character. The pace will speed up later. Dear readers, please bear with me, and please continue reading and add this to your collection!