Won the Jackpot

"Big brother, do you really need to make this trip yourself for this child?"

After bidding farewell to Feng Xinglie, as they passed through a deserted forest, the middle-aged man behind Qian Daoliu couldn't help but ask:

"Even if you're worried, sending me would have been enough."

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu stopped and shook his head slightly:

"Second brother, you should know what Innate Soul Power at level 20 represents."

If Feng Xinglie were here, he would be absolutely shocked. Judging by Qian Daoliu's address, that man was actually the Second Worship of the Martial Soul Hall, the 98th-level Golden Crocodile Douluo. Two of the Martial Soul Hall's top combat powers had come at once.

"Becoming a god..."

Golden Crocodile nodded, then shook his head again:

"We still don't need to act together, do we?"

Qian Daoliu sighed after hearing this:

"Xue'er is also level 20 Innate Soul Power."

Golden Crocodile understood. Qian Renxue was the chosen successor of the Angel God. Whether as a divine priest or a grandfather, Qian Daoliu would not allow anyone to block Qian Renxue's path to godhood. What made Qian Daoliu personally act was never to recruit a genius, but to ensure that this child, who might become a god in the future, would not pose a threat.

"I don't feel any divine aura from him. A child from an ordinary farming family couldn't possibly possess a God-bestowed Divine Martial Soul from birth. The background of this child cannot be overlooked. I will investigate personally. You keep an eye on him from the shadows and see if anyone contacts him on the way to Martial Soul City."

"Don't worry, big brother. If this kid is a spy deliberately placed by another force for us to discover..."

Golden Crocodile said, lightly drawing his thumb across his neck. Qian Daoliu nodded, and in an instant, his figure disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, Feng Xinglie had been wearing a long face ever since he agreed to join the Martial Soul Hall, desperately thinking about how to survive Tang San's future actions to destroy the Martial Soul Hall. Grandpa Tom, upon hearing that he had to travel to Martial Soul City alone, agreed despite his worry and reluctance, considering Feng Xinglie's future.

"Xiao Lie, this trip isn't short. Be careful on the road..."

"I know, Grandpa. Don't worry. I'm a genius with level 7 Innate Soul Power, after all. This road won't be difficult for me."

His dozens of meticulously planned survival strategies shattered.

If it was about dealing with Su Yuntao, Feng Xinglie had plenty of ways to deceive the heavens. But if it was about dealing with Qian Daoliu... at least for now, he should just go back to sleep.

"Heh heh, six years old, traveling to Martial Soul City alone. How worried are they to arrange for someone to test me on the road?"

His gaze swept over the surrounding environment subtly, and he shook his head helplessly. He found nothing. It seemed the person hiding in the dark was much stronger than him.

(Golden Crocodile: Yes.)

After bidding farewell to the old village chief, Feng Xinglie left the village alone. Of course, before setting off, he thoroughly disposed of all his hidden poisons. The first five days of the journey were extremely smooth. But on the sixth day, as he passed the outskirts of a soul beast forest, something unexpected happened.

"Strange, the ground... is shaking?"

Feeling the strange sensation under his feet, Feng Xinglie quickly lay down, pressing his ear tightly to the ground. A moment later, his expression changed, and he hurriedly got up and hid behind a large rock.

"Something's coming, and it's a big one."

He watched the forest not far away nervously. A moment later, a giant elephant, about five meters tall, rushed out. However, this giant elephant was covered in wounds, even one of its tusks was broken, and there was a huge gash on its abdomen, almost revealing its internal organs. It was charging headlong, as if fleeing from something, and it was heading directly towards Feng Xinglie.

"Not good!"

Seeing the giant elephant, whose every step shook the ground, Feng Xinglie quickly leaped away from its charge path. After Feng Xinglie dodged, the large rock he had been hiding behind was crushed under a single stomp.

The giant elephant seemed to be in a killing frenzy, perhaps mistaking the suddenly appearing Feng Xinglie for an ambush. It let out a loud trumpeting sound and charged again.

"Damn it, are you serious!?"

Seeing the mountain-like monster charging at him again, Feng Xinglie quickly summoned his Martial Soul Possession. Feeling the surging power within him, he felt slightly reassured.

"Martial Soul Possession continuously consumes soul power. I haven't attached a soul ring yet, so I can't hold on for too long."

Staring intently at the approaching giant elephant, Feng Xinglie crouched slightly. Just as it was about to collide with him, he leaped high into the air, stomped on its long trunk, and used it as a springboard to leap again.

In the giant elephant's eyes, Feng Xinglie looked like a bug flying in mid-air. It raised its trunk to swat him away. However, it didn't notice that Feng Xinglie's arms were now as soft and boneless as its trunk. With two sharp sounds of air being cut, his swinging arms were suddenly moved, whipping like two lashes, fiercely striking the giant elephant's eyes, one on the left and one on the right.

Enduring the stinging pain in its eyes, the giant elephant roared and continued to swing its trunk, trying to catch the enemy. However, with its vision temporarily lost, it couldn't lock onto its position. The giant elephant blinked heavily, then was shocked to find that its vision was completely black, and it could see nothing.

"The poison is taking effect!"

Feng Xinglie, who stumbled back to the ground, rejoiced in his heart. With his current strength, even attacking a fragile area like the eyes wouldn't cause much damage. He could only place his hope on the Poison Hand. Fortunately, this brute had no immunity to poison. Seeing this, Feng Xinglie struck while the iron was hot, leaped into the air, and plunged his hands into the giant elephant's abdominal wound. After confirming he had touched its internal organs, he quickly retreated.

Already severely injured, and now poisoned twice in succession. Although the doses weren't large, they were the last straw that broke the camel's back. Because it had lost its sight, the giant elephant could only blindly attack in a general direction after being attacked again. Under the violent exertion, the symptoms of bleeding and poisoning deepened. The massive body finally crashed to the ground after colliding with a large tree.

"Good heavens, I finally survived..."

Looking at the yellow soul ring condensing on the giant elephant's body, Feng Xinglie knew it was completely dead. He let out a long sigh, but his expression didn't relax in the slightest. The soul master who hunted the giant elephant was likely nearby. Someone who could inflict such severe injuries on this monster must be powerful. Moreover, judging by the wounds, this person was ruthless. If possible, it was best not to encounter them. Ignoring his fatigue, he turned to leave, but heard a sinister voice from behind:

"Kid, my Thousand Jun Charging Elephant, did you kill it?"

"No way, how did they get here so fast?"

Feng Xinglie's expression turned bitter, and he could only turn to face the dark figure squatting on the corpse of the Thousand Jun Charging Elephant:

"No, Lord Soul Master, this big guy just rushed out like crazy, and I was so scared I hid nearby the whole time. Then, as it ran, it just fell down on its own. How could I, a child, possibly defeat a soul beast?"

Looking at Feng Xinglie, who was feigning innocence, the soul master sneered, raised his hand towards the yellow soul ring, but couldn't summon it. Then, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared before Feng Xinglie, grabbing him by the neck:

"Kid, I don't want to believe you could kill this Thousand Jun Charging Elephant. But this beast was injured by me. If it truly died of blood loss, the soul ring would naturally be mine. But now I can't summon this soul ring, and there's no one else or any soul beast nearby except you. Although it's incredible, after eliminating all the wrong answers, the remaining one, no matter how absurd, must be the correct answer. I'll ask you one last time, how did you kill this soul beast?"

The soul master's words made Feng Xinglie's eyes widen, and for a moment, he forgot he was being held in mid-air:

"No, man, if you have this much brainpower, why are you hunting soul beasts here? Go to Nuoding City and enroll in the Junior Soul Master Academy. There's someone named Yu Xiaogang there. Tell him to get out of the way, and you be the master!"

Lost in thought, his body instinctively struggled. As he twisted, a piece of paper accidentally fluttered out from his embrace. The Soul Master, puzzled, casually grabbed it and took a look. Instantly, Feng Xinglie felt the grip on his neck tighten.

"Innate Soul Power... Level 20!?"

The Martial Soul proof was crumpled into a ball, and a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly flashed with cold light:

"If it weren't for this Martial Soul Hall seal, I would never believe such talent existed in the world... Why!? Why are you geniuses born at the peak that others can never reach in a lifetime, with everyone fawning over you! While I can only swallow this disgusting beast blood daily to speed up my cultivation!"

Staring at those tyrannical eyes, Feng Xinglie couldn't help but shiver. So, he was an Evil Soul Master... In the era when the Martial Soul Hall maintained order on the continent, Evil Soul Masters had been suppressed to the point of being extremely rare. Yet today, Feng Xinglie had hit the jackpot, snatching prey from the hands of an Evil Soul Master.

After a roaring outburst, the Evil Soul Master's emotions gradually calmed. He looked at Feng Xinglie, then at the corpse of the Thousand Jun Charging Elephant beside him, and a playful smile split his lips. He casually tossed Feng Xinglie to the ground and said:

"Kid, I see you don't have a Soul Ring yet, do you? Then today, I'll give you a chance to live. Go on, absorb the Soul Ring you personally acquired. Let me feast my eyes and see if you, a level 20 genius, can absorb this 982-year-old first yellow ring!"

Feng Xinglie's expression changed upon hearing this. Although his Martial Soul was special and his physique had been greatly enhanced, absorbing a Soul Ring beyond its year limit wouldn't be a major problem. But this was a full double the theoretical maximum year limit for the first Soul Ring, and even by the highest standard for a second Soul Ring, it exceeded it by over two hundred years. No matter how he thought about it, the risk was immense.

"Perhaps I can try to take advantage of this guy's carelessness..."

Just as he was contemplating a surprise attack using Poison Hand, the Evil Soul Master's feet suddenly lit up: four Soul Rings, white, yellow, yellow, and purple.

"Four-ring Soul Elder!? Where's the assessment team? Save me! Surely the Martial Soul Hall people don't think I can handle this situation, do they?"

Seeing that the enemy was at least twenty levels above him, Feng Xinglie immediately abandoned the idea of attacking. However, the quiet surroundings indicated that the person observing him from the shadows had no intention of intervening. The Evil Soul Master, as if sensing his thoughts, sneered coldly:

"Kid, I advise you to stop having those crooked ideas. Even if you successfully absorb this Soul Ring, you won't be my match. If you don't start absorbing within three seconds, I'll cripple your limbs and throw you into the river to feed the fish... Three!"

"Damn it, I'll risk it!"

Although he knew the other party was jealous of his talent and wanted to watch a promising genius explode from Soul Power overload and die. But with no chance of winning, he could only take a gamble. Perhaps after obtaining the Soul Ring, he could find an opportunity to escape.

Seeing Feng Xinglie finally begin to absorb, the Evil Soul Master let out a cold laugh and sat down cross-legged, watching with interest as a genius played himself to death. He didn't realize that on a treetop not far away, a pair of indifferent eyes had already locked onto the scene.