Six-Winged Angel Ye Guyi

After a brief recovery, Lin Yuan parted ways with the two.

Currently, Lin Yuan had already absorbed the Ice and Fire Infinite Pill, the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, and the Earth Dragon Golden Core.

Although the potent medicinal power did not increase his Soul Power, it provided a leap in his recovery rate.

By the time he reached the west gate of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy, Lin Yuan's Soul Power had already fully replenished.

Upon arriving at the meeting spot, two people were already waiting for him.

"You're slow, Junior Brother." Long Aotian flashed a grin, revealing his white teeth, and walked over to give Lin Yuan a thumbs-up.

"I was held up by some business on the way, but I'm not that late, am I?" Lin Yuan let Long Aotian drape an arm over his shoulder and bumped fists with him.

"Not too long. How did your business go? Any trouble?" Long Aotian asked with concern.

"It's fine. How is Master?" Lin Yuan was referring to Du Busi.

"Not entirely sure. He's been in seclusion ever since you left a year ago."

"But I heard Elder Jin Peng say the progress is promising. Who knows, Master might break through his limits and emerge soon."

"That's good." Lin Yuan nodded at Long Aotian.

"Long time no see, Senior Sister." Lin Yuan nodded in greeting toward Wei Na, who stood ahead.

Wei Na returned the nod with a smile, and they began to prepare for the mission.

The Nine Treasures Glazed Sect had been notified in advance about the rescue of Nana's parents, and Long Aotian and Wei Na had been dispatched to gain experience.

Originally, they had wanted to send Ning Tian and Wu Feng, but their Martial Souls were too recognizable; if any enemies escaped, it would cause significant trouble.

Furthermore, the characteristics of Wei Na's Martial Soul were perfectly suited for infiltrating the Holy Spirit Cult. Having shared the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, Wei Na was now fully capable of inducing hallucinations in Soul Emperor-level powerhouses.

"Alright children, I'll be waiting outside. If you encounter danger, unleash your Soul Power at full capacity, and I will provide support immediately," Cao Xin said.

The group nodded at Cao Xin, each took a handful of the various oranges produced by Ju Zi, and under Nana's lead, they began to infiltrate the Holy Spirit Cult's branch.

It was an inconspicuous building, looking entirely unremarkable within the Ming Capital.

Nana adjusted her white hood and stepped forward to knock. The door was opened by a young man also wearing a hood and a bamboo hat.

As soon as he let Nana inside, Long Aotian, who had been lurking behind, snapped his neck with one hand.

Lin Yuan and the others were prepared to leave no survivors; they intended to slaughter every single Evil Soul Master in this den.

Walking at the front, Wei Na felt beads of sweat form on her forehead. She transmitted her voice to the others: "Something is wrong."

"Besides two Soul Emperors, I clearly sense a Soul Saint-level spiritual fluctuation."

Everyone's expression turned to one of shock, and Lin Yuan was particularly taken aback.

This deviated from the original story; the guards stationed here were supposed to be only two Soul Emperors.

"Where is that Soul Saint?" Long Aotian asked hurriedly.

"Right there..."

BOOM!

Before Wei Na could finish, the ground beneath their feet cracked open.

A pale, eerie giant hand emerged from the earth and lunged at Lin Yuan.

"Picking your opponent, are you?" Lin Yuan smiled faintly.

In an instant, he completed his Dragon Transformation; his hands turned into dragon claws, and a pair of dragon wings sprouted from his back.

The moment the eerie giant hand gripped Lin Yuan, a force of destruction surged into his body.

At that moment, Lin Yuan was like a burning piece of charcoal; the hand had barely touched him before it recoiled in pain.

Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yuan brought his dragon claws together and slammed them down.

"Tch, a troublesome brat." The Martial Soul Avatar dissipated.

The owner of the ghost hand crawled out from the ground—a gaunt, middle-aged man with half his face resembling a rotting corpse.

The seven soul rings of optimal configuration on his body declared his cultivation as a Soul Saint.

The commotion drew the Evil Soul Masters out of the courtyard, and the two Soul Emperors emerged as well.

Exposed like this, Lin Yuan felt a surge of trouble; the appearance of this Soul Saint had completely disrupted his plans.

He had originally intended to infiltrate and assassinate the two Soul Emperors; he and Long Aotian could have insta-killed any Soul Emperor-level powerhouse by attacking simultaneously.

But now...

The opposing lineup consisted of one Soul Saint, two Soul Emperors, and several Soul Elders.

Although there was a gap in the Soul Ancestor to Soul King range, it didn't change the fact that their side was at a complete disadvantage.

Lin Yuan could hold his own against a Soul Saint for a long time, and perhaps even land a counter-kill at the right moment.

While the four-ringed Long Aotian could trade himself for one of the opposing Soul Emperors, Wei Na, as a Soul Elder, was not significantly stronger than a normal Soul Ancestor.

Not to mention Nana, who was also a Soul Elder; she was only slightly stronger than a standard Soul Elder of her level.

This was difficult—truly, incredibly difficult.

"Holy Servant No. 6, you actually betrayed us?" An Evil Soul Emperor recognized Nana and cursed at her in a fit of rage.

Nana immediately wore a look of terror; the Holy Spirit Cult had truly left too deep a psychological shadow in her heart.

"If I had known, I should have brought Brother Ji along..." Lin Yuan said, his expression troubled.

With Ji Juechen and Jing Ziyan present, the situation would have been much better.

Facing this brat with the terrifying soul rings, the Evil Soul Saint's expression was not particularly good either.

"Kid, I will treat today's events as you having wandered into the wrong territory. If you leave now, This Seat can let bygones be bygones," the Evil Soul Saint said to Lin Yuan.

"Oh? This senior is actually so magnanimous? It seems I was the one judging a book by its cover," Lin Yuan said with a dry laugh.

Lin Yuan sensed that the current situation was clearly not right.

Normally, with such a massive advantage, this Evil Soul Saint should have been trying to force them to stay.

Yet, he was actually urging them to run away?

There was definitely some unusual scheme behind this; otherwise, he would never have adopted such an attitude.

"Kid, something is wrong," the God of Destruction within the Sea of Consciousness narrowed his eyes and warned Lin Yuan.

"What is it, Master?"

"A god-level powerhouse is heading this way."

"Ah?" Lin Yuan's pupils dilated sharply.

A god-level powerhouse approaching was definitely not a good thing; the god-level powerhouses existing on this Douluo Continent did not have very good relationships with Lin Yuan.

"Where are they?"

"Right above."

Lin Yuan looked up in terror.

Under the moonlight, a girl with six wings on her back was flying in mid-air.

Her face was cold and aloof, her eyes holy and unblemished.

She was about the same age as Long Aotian, and she held a holy sword that looked as if it were cast from gold.

"They arrived so quickly? Damn rats, you ruined our plan!" the Evil Soul Saint cursed at Lin Yuan and the others.

Lin Yuan immediately understood why the Evil Soul Saint had reacted that way.

It turned out he had appeared here to set a trap—a trap to hunt this angel.