Fishing Up Zhang Lexuan

"Very well. From this day forth, your name will be Ink Serpent." Qian Renxue spoke coolly. "Your task is to gather Spirit Masters like yourself from across the continent and bring them to Fate Defying Pavilion."

"Ink Serpent obeys!" Ink Serpent kowtowed heavily.

Luo Can raised a hand and pushed open the heavy stone door. Light flooded into the dim secret chamber. "Go. Rest properly for two days before setting out."

"Yes." Only then did Ink Serpent brace himself against the ground and rise, slowly leaving the secret chamber.

Their gazes fell upon the corpse of the Blood Fiend Blade Spirit Master on the ground.

With a flick of his finger, Luo Can sent a wisp of brilliant golden dragon-shaped flame shooting from his fingertip. It landed on the corpse, and flames instantly surged up without giving off the slightest heat. In mere moments, the body and its chains burned into nothingness.

"Someone who had fallen so completely deserved such an end." Luo Can spoke indifferently before leaving the secret chamber.

The next morning, inside the Soul Tool Hall.

The forge blazed brightly, reddening half the walls. The clanging of hammers striking metal rose and fell one after another. The newly joined smiths had long since begun their day of training and work.

Gui Mei arrived at the entrance of the Soul Tool Hall early. His gaze swept over the passing crowd, taking in all the bustle within the hall.

He watched the hurried smiths, the apprentices in the workshops carefully engraving formations over their desks, and the rare metals and neatly packaged finished Soul Tools constantly being moved in and out...

The shock in his heart deepened bit by bit.

Had Fate Defying Pavilion's Soul Tool industry already grown to such an immense scale?

Spirit Hall also had a