Holy Soul Village

Ye Mu was very satisfied with these three rewards.

There was no need to mention the Spiritual Power increase. It would allow him to withstand stronger Soul Rings.

It could even resist other people's Spiritual Power attacks.

As for the Soul Power Multiplier, the more, the better.

After the Martial Soul Evolution, Ye Mu's Horse Archer Martial Soul could be considered a four-in-one Martial Soul and possessed a fourfold Soul Power Multiplier.

But with this and his previous Soul Power Multiplier increases, Ye Mu's Soul Power Multiplier was now sixfold.

That was an extremely outrageous multiplier.

If Ye Mu were a Title Douluo, his Ninth Soul Skill alone could smash the enemy into madness.

As for the horsemanship skill afterward, it was simply the icing on the cake.

His riding ability had not been weak to begin with. It was merely even stronger now.

"It was time to get moving."

Ye Mu planned to speed toward Holy Soul Village, ask about the waterfall's location, and finally make Ah Yin give up and wait for him to take her away.

The sun rose and the moon set.

Several days later.

Before the morning mist had fully dispersed, Ye Mu arrived near a small village.

He immediately started the Live Broadcast.

[Little Witch of the Glazed Tile Sect: Woohoo! I'm first!]

[Cat Star Person Never Admits Defeat: This is a little early today. It doesn't even seem fully light outside yet.]

[Tyrannosaurus Tears Down the House Today: Mm... I'm still in bed. If the Live Broadcast hadn't started, I probably would have slept for a while longer.]

[Rakshasa Sister Not Short of Money: No wonder you're a waste. I've already been handling Spirit Hall affairs for quite some time!]

[Little Witch of the Glazed Tile Sect: !! I'm shocked! Pope Sister is this hardworking?]

[Heaven Dou Empress Little Angel: As the Pope of Spirit Hall, how could she possibly avoid working hard?]

[Rakshasa Sister Not Short of Money: Spirit Hall is enormous, and there are many matters to deal with. I handle affairs in the morning, then begin cultivating in the afternoon. My days are very busy. I can only chat with you while handling work.]

[Blue Silver Sacrifice Specialist: So hardworking!]

[Tyrannosaurus Tears Down the House Today: I'd rather not become a Title Douluo than live like that. It's too exhausting!]

"I admire you. If someone like Pope Sister doesn't succeed, then there really is no justice in this world," Ye Mu said seriously.

He had experienced that kind of effort before, during the College Entrance Exam. It had perhaps been even crazier.

After all, Bibi Dong had cultivation. Going without sleep for a day or two would not cause her any problems.

"If I weren't traveling, I'd want to lie in bed right now and do absolutely nothing."

[Rakshasa Sister Not Short of Money: Yeah... when you're in the Pope's position, you have to be responsible for everyone.]

Ye Mu's mouth twitched. Good heavens, was this really Bibi Dong?

Wasn't Bibi Dong supposed to be someone who wanted to destroy Spirit Hall?

Why did she suddenly seem normal now? This was too absurd.

Could his Live Broadcast have brainwashing effects too?

Still, that was good.

He only had so many viewers. None of them could die.

[Little Witch of the Glazed Tile Sect: Pope Sister is unrivaled in the world, Pope Sister is brilliant beyond compare, Pope Sister is devastatingly beautiful!!!]

"Ahem, enough. We need to begin today's Live Broadcast mission," Ye Mu said awkwardly. Ning Rongrong was truly afraid of dying. She was desperately flattering Bibi Dong.

"The village in front of me is Holy Soul Village, where Tang Hao and Tang San once lived in seclusion. I'll take you inside from a first-person perspective to see how these villagers evaluate Tang Hao and Tang San."

"Ah Yin is so pretty."

Holy Soul Village was very small, with barely more than a hundred households. Most of the homes had rammed yellow-earth walls and thatched roofs, with only a few better-off families using gray tiles.

A crooked dirt road ran through the entire village. Leaning wooden fences along the roadside enclosed patches of wilted vegetables, while several skinny chickens scratched around for food.

The air was filled with the scent of smoke from wood-burning stoves.

There was also a small river behind the village, its water flowing slowly and clear enough to see the bottom.

At the village entrance stood a half-rotted wooden post, from which hung a wooden sign with faded writing.

The words "Holy Soul Village" were written on it.

The sign hung crookedly, creaking whenever the wind blew, as though it might fall at any moment.

"The village's name supposedly came from a remarkable Lord Soul Saint who emerged from here a hundred years ago! That was the greatest glory of the entire village, and even of the area within a hundred miles. That was why it was renamed."

[Little Witch of the Glazed Tile Sect: That really is impressive. It would be very difficult for such a small village to produce even an ordinary Soul Master, let alone a Soul Saint.]

[Tyrannosaurus Tears Down the House Today: That's true, but it's only a legend. It might not necessarily be real.]

[Cat Star Person Never Admits Defeat: Whether it's real isn't important. As long as children believe in it, that's what matters.]

[Rakshasa Sister Not Short of Money: Tsk... our Spirit Hall is rather shabby too.]

[Little Witch of the Glazed Tile Sect: Pope Sister, you've already done very well. This is only a Spirit Hall branch in a small village. Having a stone house is already good enough.]

"Ning Rongrong is right. This entire little village only has around a hundred people, most of whom are elderly. A place like this basically has no future, so simply having a Spirit Hall is enough. It doesn't need to be luxurious."

"What they need isn't a luxurious Spirit Hall, but talented children." Ye Mu slowly walked into the village.

"Child, who are you?" At that moment, a stooped old man slowly approached.

"And you are?" Ye Mu asked.

"My name is Jack. You can call me Village Chief Jack."

Ye Mu's eyes lit up. This was the legendary Village Chief Jack who could smack Tang Hao around. "Hello, Village Chief Jack. I'm just passing through, but I have a few questions to ask."

"I won't ask for nothing." Ye Mu directly took out a bag of Gold Soul Coins. "Village Chief, there are one hundred Gold Soul Coins in here."

Village Chief Jack froze and did not accept it. "Child, I know you may be a Lord Soul Master, but they're only a few questions. There's no need for money."

"Please take it, Village Chief. Consider it my donation to your village. If you feel bad about it, then help make the Spirit Hall a little better," Ye Mu said.

Village Chief Jack hesitated before accepting it. "All right. I will have the villagers repair it."

"Village Chief, did your village previously have someone named Tang Hao?" Ye Mu asked while looking around.

"That's right. Did he cause trouble?" Village Chief Jack asked worriedly.

"No, no. I met him before, and I wanted to learn a little about him."

Village Chief Jack sighed in relief. "Tang Hao came to our village over a decade ago. When he first arrived, he brought along an infant."

"Tang Hao was an awful person. He raised Little San until he was three, then made Little San work. He himself barely worked at all. He drank every day, living in a drunken haze."

"Little San even handled things like cooking."

"We all felt sorry for Little San, but there was nothing we could do. It was their family matter."

"Later, after Little San Awakened his Martial Soul, he left. Tang Hao left not long afterward as well. Tang Hao has never returned since then. Who knows whether he died somewhere outside."

"Ah... what a sin."