Night Raid of the Evil Soul Master

Yun Ze used his dual pistols to poke at the mud in the pit, only to find that there was nothing unusual about it. Wu Zhangkong walked over at this moment, looking at Yun Ze curiously as he asked.

"Did you find anything?"

Yun Ze shook his head, then immediately added.

"It felt as if that person just vanished into thin air. I didn't sense any spirit power or spatial fluctuations."

Wu Zhangkong frowned and said to Yun Ze.

"He definitely won't be coming back for the last time; there are still many tombstones here."

Yun Ze thought of something, then proceeded to examine the epitaphs on the tombstones that had been lost in recent days.

"These graves that were robbed share a common trait."

After inspecting all the stolen graves, Yun Ze said to Wu Zhangkong.

"They were all spirit masters, and all of them were Spirit Elder level or higher."

Wu Zhangkong let out a soft click of his tongue, then went to examine the state of these graves himself, finally nodding as he said.

"If we use this as a template, his only remaining targets are..."

Wu Zhangkong couldn't help but look back at the grave of Long Bing nearby. Throughout the entire Heaven Dou Cemetery, only Long Bing and two others not mentioned in the original story remained who met the criteria of being Spirit Elder level or higher.

Yun Ze glanced at Wu Zhangkong and said.

"How about we head back first? Based on inertia of thought, we've already revealed our presence. Unless the opponent is a fool, he shouldn't come back tonight."

Wu Zhangkong shook his head, sat back down in front of Long Bing's grave, and said.

"You go back first. I want to stay with her. This has nothing to do with that grave robber; it's just my own wish."

Yun Ze looked at Wu Zhangkong and didn't say anything more, only telling him.

"While you're keeping her company, take some time to consider what I said. Your teacher really misses you."

Wu Zhangkong nodded, and Yun Ze left on his own.

That night, in the dead of night, while Yun Ze was sleeping soundly, he suddenly snapped his eyes open.

A sense of unease welled up in his heart, a warning stemming from his spirit power.

Yun Ze continued to pretend he was asleep. The moment the pressure from the window drew closer, he violently threw his quilt toward the window and grabbed his dual pistols.

Yun Ze followed his guns, thrusting them both into the center of the quilt.

"Puchi."

After the sound of fabric tearing, the quilt was instantly shredded, revealing what had been hidden beneath it, now pierced by Yun Ze's pistols.

It was a decaying corpse, stripped of almost all its flesh and blood.

Yun Ze frowned, lifted his foot to kick the corpse in the abdomen, sending it flying, and spun his pistols in his hands.

"Who's playing tricks?"

Just then, the corpse seemed to come alive again, and accompanied by a jarring, teeth-grating bell toll, it slowly stood up.

"What a disgusting, teeth-aching thing."

Yun Ze couldn't help but curse, then swung his dual pistols, pressing toward the corpse with an aura of absolute suppression.

After smashing the corpse to pieces, Yun Ze heard a round of applause from behind him.

"Worthy of being a top student from the Shrek inner court. Quite interesting."

The voice was old and hoarse, as if it weren't a person speaking, but a broken phonograph. Yun Ze turned around to see the same wretched-looking old man from a few hours earlier.

"I heard Yun Ming had a precious son, and that his spirit is a twin spirit born from his own and his junior brother's. Quite interesting."

"You must be this so-called young master of Shrek, right?"

As the old man spoke, he took a step forward, and five spirit rings appeared on his body. The configuration of two yellow and three purple made Yun Ze narrow his eyes slightly.

The old man's two spirit souls were also quite interesting; they were two almost identical bell-shaped artificial spirit souls.

They floated on either side of the old man's shoulders, making him look like some sort of three-headed monster.

Yun Ze felt nothing but disdain for this. He had already sensed that there was no aura of Battle Armor on the old man.

The most a five-ring spirit master could wear was One-Word Battle Armor. Since the old man had no Battle Armor and Yun Ze had a mecha in his storage spirit tool, he felt confident.

His own combat power was already on par with a five-ring Spirit King.

There was simply no way he could lose this fight.

However, Yun Ze also knew the principle that a prideful army is bound to lose, so he held his pistols in front of him, one after the other, and said calmly.

"So, you went through all this trouble just to track me down?"

The old man laughed heartily and then said.

"That's right, I'm here for you. I've been waiting for you for over a hundred springs and autumns."

Yun Ze replied with disdain.

"Old man, you don't even draft your lies before you tell them. If you were a Title Douluo, I might believe you, but you're just a Spirit King claiming over a hundred years? Aren't you afraid the wind will snap your tongue?"

The old man chuckled lecherously, waving his hand to release four more corpses to surround Yun Ze while speaking.

"Starting from my father's generation, and continuing through these past hundred-plus years, there has been a legend that a Heaven-Standing One would be born into a family that shouldn't have had a child."

"Though this Heaven-Standing One appears as an ordinary person, the stance of the twin spears held in his hands carries the aura of a veteran soldier, a lethal weapon of slaughter; he is the core formation eye that our lineage's martial soul requires to achieve its final state."

"Counting my father's generation, I have waited for you for over one hundred and ten years."

"And my father's generation waited for you for eighty years."

Yun Ze had completely lost the patience to keep listening. At this moment, amidst the four Corpse Puppets, he seemed to have entered a state of unrivaled power, swiftly disposing of three of the puppets before using the tips of his twin spears to send the final one flying with a direct strike.

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

Yun Ze questioned the old man, and without waiting for an answer, he rushed in front of the old man in the blink of an eye.

He thrust the Heaven-Propping Spear forward, and the old man hurriedly raised the Grey Small Bell in his hands to block it.

"Bang!"

After a crisp sound, the old man retreated, stroking his beard as he spoke.

"The Heaven-Standing One is truly extraordinary; even an army of thousands would be unable to stop your furious charge."

Yun Ze flicked the tip of the Heaven-Propping Spear, having completely lost interest in listening to him speak. He addressed the old man.

"If you want to use me as your core formation eye, you'll have to see if you're qualified. That last strike—you actually possess a bit of fortune on you. I'll be taking that fortune of yours."

The old man cackled at Yun Ze, then continued.

"This is what makes it interesting. A duel with a Heaven-Standing One will surely be one of the highlights of my life."

Following this, the old man curled his hand into a fist and began to strike the face of the Grey Small Bell frantically. Each chime brought forth one corpse after another...