Destroying a Dark Blood Alliance Branch, Accidentally Picking Up a Na'er.

Northwest of the Sunset Forest, at the end of the riverbed, lies the Black Stone Fortress.

It is the largest branch of the Dark Blood Alliance.

Three Soul Saints and hundreds of evil soul masters refine "materials" into evil drugs, distributing them throughout the Heaven Dou Empire via the hands of the nobility.

The night is as dark as ink as four figures land on the opposite cliff.

"Three Soul Saints, seven or eight Soul Emperors, over a dozen Soul Kings, and nearly a hundred small fry."

Jiang Ce's voice rings out.

"Move."

Four black shadows and one ink-wash figure swoop down, entering the forest like ghosts.

The gate, cast from refined iron, is half a foot thick.

Yan Lingji raises her hand and thrusts her sword; the tip pierces the metal as if it were tofu.

With a few quick strikes, the gate collapses.

The four of them file inside.

Along both sides of the corridor, black-robed guards stand every ten paces.

Clones flash left and right, sword light sweeps past, and two heads roll silently to the ground.

At the end of the corridor, the stone door is half-open, and the room is brightly lit.

On a high platform sit three old men with dark red blood patterns on their chests, their auras thick and heavy—they are seven-ring Soul Saints.

Below the platform, dozens of black-robed figures stand in formation, Soul Emperors, Soul Kings, and Soul Ancestors, their various soul rings flickering.

Yan Lingji kicks the stone door open and strides inside.

"Who goes there!"

The Soul Saints stand up abruptly, their soul rings lighting up.

Yan Lingji does not answer.

She releases her martial soul.

Six soul rings rise up.

Black, black, black, black, black, black.

All of them are black.

The great hall falls into a deathly silence.

"A six-ring Soul Emperor?"

One Soul Saint's pupils shrink to pinpricks.

"All ten-thousand-year soul rings? Impossible!"

The continent's soul ring configuration is yellow, yellow, purple, purple; only the fifth ring begins the ten-thousand-year threshold.

This has been an ironclad rule for tens of thousands of years.

Yet, the woman before them has four black rings at the start.

"A monster..."

The Soul Saint mutters.

"A monster?"

Yan Lingji chuckles, spinning two Venom longswords in her hands.

"Aren't you the real monsters for using living people to refine drugs?"

Before the words even fade, Xiaomeng flashes forward.

"Colorless World."

Black and white colors suddenly spread, and the great hall loses all its hue.

The air solidifies, and the movements of all the evil soul masters slow down dozens of times over.

"Kill."

Yan Lingji's true form and her two clones vanish simultaneously.

The Soul Saints on the platform see nothing but afterimages.

The first Soul Saint activates his seventh soul ring, and a blood-colored bat phantom emerges.

Yan Lingji's sword is faster.

"Pfft—"

The longsword pierces through the left temple and exits the right.

The bat phantom explodes, and the Soul Saint falls to the ground.

The second Soul Saint roars, a Black Iron Rhino phantom enveloping his entire body.

"Avatar of the Martial Soul!"

His skin turned iron-gray, muscles hardening like steel.

Yan Lingji's avatar swept horizontally from the front.

"Crack—"

The blade struck his shoulder armor, carving out a bloody gash.

The Soul Saint sneered, "A mere six-ring—"

Before he could finish, Yan Lingji's main body pierced his chest from behind with a single strike.

The avatar and the main body coordinated with seamless precision.

Venom surged inward, and the Soul Saint withered away.

The third Soul Saint was terrified, turning to flee.

His Avatar of the Martial Soul transformed into a black panther, fast as a blurred shadow.

Xiaomeng's sword was faster.

A single thrust pierced through the back of his skull.

The panther phantom dissipated, and the corpse skidded forward over a dozen meters.

Three Soul Saints, annihilated in less than ten breaths.

The Evil Soul Masters in the hall finally broke free from the Colorless World for a split second, unleashing soul skills of every color.

The Soul Emperor's "Blood Shadow Slash" sent a crimson blade of light tearing through the air.

The Soul King's Three-Headed Blood Wolf led a pack in a savage pounce.

Over a dozen Soul Ancestors combined their strength, firing a pillar of blood-red light.

Yan Lingji's main body did not dodge or evade; she swung her Venom-coated longsword, slicing the blade light in two.

The avatar sidestepped, and the Three-Headed Blood Wolf collided with the blade, being severed into six pieces.

The other avatar struck back with a sword, splitting the blood-red pillar of light.

"Too weak."

She unfolded her footwork, weaving through the fray like a ghost.

Every sword thrust pierced a skull or a heart, the Venom devouring their life force until their corpses collapsed, shriveled and dry.

Xiaomeng stood in the center of the hall, the Qiuli Sword unsheathed.

The blade glowed with a pearly white light, its aura freezing water into ice; every strand of sword energy claimed a life.

"Harmony with Light and Dust."

Her figure flickered, and every time she appeared behind an Evil Soul Master, the tip of her sword had already emerged from his chest.

It was a completely lopsided slaughter.

In less than a cup of tea.

There were no enemies left standing in the hall.

All one hundred and twenty-three Evil Soul Masters were dead.

Yan Lingji flicked the blood droplets from her sword.

Three Soul Saints, nine Soul Emperors, five peak Soul Kings, thirteen Soul Kings, over thirty Soul Ancestors, and over fifty Soul Elders.

Yan Lingji's main body and two avatars each claimed a share of the kills, their Venom symbiote ages all increasing from eight thousand years to twelve thousand seven hundred years.

Xiaomeng killed the third Soul Saint and several Soul Emperors and Soul Kings single-handedly, her Venom symbiote age increasing from fifty-three thousand years to fifty-nine thousand years.

Yan Lingji's main body and avatars each gained approximately one hundred and sixty-two days of bitter cultivation, while Xiaomeng gained approximately two hundred and six days.

Added to their previous accumulation of levels, Yan Lingji's main body and avatars all advanced by one level to reach level 66.

Xiaomeng advanced to level 67.

"The Dark Blood Alliance headquarters is in an underground cavern on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest. The Alliance Master is an eight-ring Soul Douluo, with nineteen Soul Saints under his command and over three hundred resident Evil Soul Masters, while another nine Soul Saints are scattered across various locations."

"Black Cloud Chamber of Commerce: President Black Cloud Crane, Vice President Zhao Quan, Head Steward Liu Shirong."

"List of nobles: seventeen families. Three Marquises, seven Earls, five Viscounts, two Barons."

"At the very top—Xue Lingshan."

"A collateral branch of the Heaven Dou Imperial family, cousin to the current Heaven Dou Emperor, a hereditary Duke with a territory three hundred li east of Heaven Dou City."

"He is the greatest protective umbrella for the Dark Blood Alliance."

Yan Lingji's gaze grew cold.

"A Duke of the Imperial family... how interesting."

"I've got the item. Burn it," Jiang Ce said.

Yan Lingji gathered Azure Nine-Tailed Fox Fire in her palm and flung it toward the blood pool.

The flames erupted, tongues of fire spreading to ignite the runes, human bones, and crystal vessels.

"Now, let us go meet this Duke."

Following this, the Venom tissue behind the four figures surged, unfurling into a pair of massive, pitch-black wings.

The four figures transformed into streaks of black light, vanishing into the night as they flew straight toward Heaven Dou Imperial City.

However, just as they left Sunset Forest and approached a small path outside Heaven Dou Imperial City, Jiang Ce's voice rang out.

"Wait."

The four figures instantly hovered in mid-air.

"My King, what is it?"

Yan Lingji asked curiously.

"Could it be that My King wants to toy with this slave in the night sky?"

"Heehee, that sounds quite interesting."

"That's right, that's right. Under the cover of night, does My King want to try something new?"

The bottoms of all three Yan Lingjis were simultaneously swiped by an extended tentacle, and the three women cried out in unison.

Xiaomeng watched these vixens in silence.

These creatures.

"My King, isn't that the case?"

"There is a heat signature below, very peculiar."

Jiang Ce seized control of Yan Lingji's body and dove toward the path below.

In a small thicket, a girl with a graceful figure lay disheveled in the grass.

"Oh my, My King has picked up another beautiful girl."

Another Yan Lingji landed, leaning in with curiosity.

Jiang Ce controlled Yan Lingji's hand, gently lifting the girl's face to wipe away the dust.

She looked familiar.

Extremely familiar.

Where had he seen her before?

He immediately placed his hand on the girl's head, the pitch-black Venom tissue merging into her body.

Reading memories.

The next moment, Jiang Ce froze.

"Na'er?!"

Isn't this that Silver Dragon King—

The one who said that to destroy humanity, one must first understand it, and thus sealed her memories to manifest as a young human girl?

[Silver Dragon Fish has appeared!]

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