A Spear Shatters Evil

At the very least, his Martial Soul was a thing of pure yang.

"Sorry about that." After saying this to Ye Xunfeng, Yue Guan lowered his head and said to Bibi Dong, "This person probably isn't a Fallen Soul Master. There really is something wrong with this child. He was likely drawn here by the child just now."

Ye Xunfeng ignored him and continued searching the surroundings. At last, he sensed the aura of an Evil Spirit Master nearby.

Ye Xunfeng said no more.

With a tap of his toes, he leaped into the air.

The Atlas Spear Martial Soul condensed in his palm. Its shaft was pitch-black, without the slightest reflection, like solidified darkness drawn from the night sky.

Yet its spearhead shone, bright as the first tear ripping through the night.

Beneath his feet, seven soul rings lit up in succession.

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

Yue Guan's pupils abruptly constricted.

Bibi Dong was still inexperienced, but Yue Guan knew exactly what those seven soul rings represented. The person before him was anything but ordinary.

It seemed he needed to report this matter to His Holiness the Pope. However, His Holiness the Pope probably would not have the time to hear him out.

Perhaps he should ask the worshippers the next time they came to instruct them on breaking through to Titled Douluo.

Ye Xunfeng did not look at their reactions.

He had locked onto his target.

The third house on the eastern side of the village. The entrance to the cellar. A curled-up black shadow.

Dense blood mist coiled around that person's body, like a living garment slowly writhing.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Conquer the Heavens."

The spear flew forth.

There was no howl, no sound of air splitting.

The instant the spear vanished, the world fell silent for a moment, as though every sound had been swallowed by that single strike.

Then...

Boom.

That house vanished. It had not collapsed or exploded; it had simply turned into a deep pit where it stood, its edges smooth as if sliced by a blade.

At the bottom of the pit, the Evil Spirit Master was still alive, but half his body was gone. The remaining half twitched in the pit, while the blood mist scattered in panic like startled snakes, unable to escape the pit's confines.

Ye Xunfeng had already landed on the ground and brushed at nonexistent dust on his clothes.

Rather than dealing with the aftermath, Ye Xunfeng walked straight over to Yue Guan and Bibi Dong.

"Little brother, would you be interested in joining our Spirit Hall? With talent like yours, Spirit Hall will certainly provide you with better resources in the future," Yue Guan said with a smile.

Ye Xunfeng shook his head. "I will go to Spirit Hall, but not now. When I become a Titled Douluo, I will personally go to Spirit City and become a member of Spirit Hall."

A hint of sharpness flickered in Ye Xunfeng's eyes as he recalled Yue Guan seeming to call the child before him the Saintess.

So this was the infamous ungrateful Bibi Dong.

Still, there was nothing to tell just yet. Judging from everything she had done earlier, she was still a normal person.

How did children become so unrecognizable as they grew up?

Ye Xunfeng shook his head. At least for now, she looked like nothing more than a child with a sense of justice.

Though she was only a few years younger than him, probably around Ah Yin's age.

But since Bibi Dong was here, it was fortunate he had told Ah Yin to hide. Otherwise, they might have encountered a Titled Douluo.

After all, how could the Saintess travel without a Titled Douluo protecting her?

Ye Xunfeng gently rubbed his brow. In any case, he had exposed only the Atlas Spear. They should not connect him to the Angel Family.

Ye Xunfeng had completely forgotten that he had a face strikingly similar to those of the Angel Family.

Perhaps the only difference was his eyes. Like his mother's, Ye Xunfeng's eyes were purple, like amethysts.

In truth, he did not think Qian Xunji could do anything to him right now. If Qian Xunji made a move, the Elder Hall would certainly learn of it.

And as Qian Daoliu's son, Ye Xunfeng did not believe Qian Daoliu would ignore it. It was only that his chances of taking revenge in the future would diminish.

After all, what he had inherited was not a Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul in the truest sense. Perhaps, in Qian Xunji's eyes, he was not important.

Unless he also possessed a divine inheritance.

Ye Xunfeng glanced at them, then turned and left.

"Brother Yue Guan, why does that person from earlier seem a little familiar? Have I seen him somewhere before?" Bibi Dong watched his departing figure, hesitation flashing in her eyes.

Yue Guan lowered his head, looking somewhat uncertain. "Perhaps you met one of his relatives before? After all, those who possess Martial Souls and such powerful strength are ultimately those people."

"Alright." Bibi Dong nodded. "Then this mission is complete, though we didn't complete it ourselves."

"We can collect the reward later. If we meet him again someday, we can just give him the reward then," Yue Guan said after pondering for a moment.

"That makes sense. Then let's take that Evil Spirit Master's head and go," Bibi Dong said with a cheerful smile.

Ye Xunfeng naturally returned to the forest. He did not go far inside, merely waiting quietly beside a clump of Blue Silver Grass.

Sitting beneath a tree, Ye Xunfeng idly fiddled with the Blue Silver Grass.

Before long, Ah Yin came running in his direction.

"Brother Ye, let go of the little grass. It says you're about to shake it dizzy." Ah Yin ran over with a smile and pointed at the Blue Silver Grass Ye Xunfeng had been playing with.

Ye Xunfeng immediately withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "It's settled. Let's go. We'll keep heading forward."

"Where are we even going? I feel like we're just wandering around without any destination." Ah Yin looked dejected.

Ye Xunfeng sighed. It was indeed still too early. Almost no stories had yet taken shape.

And Ah Yin could not go anywhere with Titled Douluo.

Ye Xunfeng suddenly thought of something. He took out the Lovesick Heartbreak Red from his storage Soul Tool and handed it to Ah Yin.

"If one day you develop feelings for someone, activate it." After hesitating briefly, Ye Xunfeng handed the item to Ah Yin.

Ye Xunfeng knew that with his current personality, it would be nearly impossible for him to feel an emotion profound enough to move this flower.

As for Ah Yin...

At least Ah Yin would not fall for Tang Hao now. And Ye Xunfeng understood the way she looked at him: from curiosity at first to a growing fondness now.

Ye Xunfeng rubbed Ah Yin's head.

The instant Ah Yin took the Lovesick Heartbreak Red, her pupils widened.

Then her shining eyes looked at Ye Xunfeng, her fondness gradually turning into infatuation.

Ah Yin seemed to have misunderstood something.

Ye Xunfeng paid it no mind, assuming only that Ah Yin recognized the item and was therefore deeply grateful to him.

The two continued onward, deliberately avoiding the place they had just passed and heading toward a nearby city.

The moment they entered the city, they heard a clamor, along with all kinds of gossip.

"Hey, did you hear? Our main family's second young master, Yu Xiaogang, absorbed his first soul ring a few days ago. Do you know what his first soul skill is? Farting! Hahahaha."