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Ning Lu's convoy was exceptionally lavish. Ten of the latest Soul-Powered Trucks formed an iron convoy. Seven carried highly praised Soul Tool jewelry produced by the Technology Guild in recent years, jewelry that calmed the mind and soothed the spirit, as well as Soul-Powered production equipment such as Soul-Powered machine tools and Soul-Powered textile machines. Two carried a total of twenty Soul Master Mercenary Group members, averaging Level Forty, while Ning Lu and her son rode in the remaining truck, blended into the convoy.

After wandering for twelve years, this was Ning Lu's first time returning to her parents' home. Naturally, she had to show off her triumphant return and could not let the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect look down on her.

At the same time, to guard against any accidents, Ning Lu hired two Soul Master Mercenary Groups as security, lest wealth tempt greedy hearts.

Treasure Sword City lay in the Haagen-Dazs Kingdom, bordering the eastern side of the Balak Kingdom. Suotuo City was on the eastern side of the Balak Kingdom, while Treasure Sword City was on the western side of the Haagen-Dazs Kingdom. The two major cities were relatively close, but with the Precious Sword Mountain Range between them, Ning Lu's convoy had to detour around the plains near the mountain range. It could not cut straight through like a Soul Master Team, so it was expected to take a full day and night to reach their destination.

"Mom, you said you ruined Grandpa and Grandma's Martial Soul Variation experiment and wasted the work they'd poured into it for generations. Won't they be really angry?"

Sitting in the Soul-Powered Truck, Chen Hong looked at the land outside the window as it gradually lost its light, then curiously asked his mother, who was meditating with her eyes closed and silently cultivating her Soul Power.

Ning Lu opened her eyes, rolled them at Chen Hong, and curled her lips. "What Martial Soul Variation experiment? You're talking nonsense. Believe it or not, I'll beat you? Don't think you can rest easy just because we've arrived at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If I want to beat you, I'll beat you. Not even your grandmother can stop me."

"..." Chen Hong fell silent for a moment. From Ning Lu's words, it seemed his grandfather Ning Ji and the others already knew he existed? And were rather curious about him?

But it made sense. No matter what, Ning Lu was still the old couple's daughter. What parents did not worry about their children?

"Mom, do you think Grandpa and Grandma will see that their main account turned out useless, then start leveling an Alt Account?" Chen Hong asked weakly after a brief silence.

Ning Lu glared at Chen Hong impatiently and said unhappily, "Cultivate properly! Are you itching for a beating? If you don't raise your Soul Power a little higher, this account of yours will be useless too. I'll turn around and level an Alt Account, then throw you away."

"Level an Alt Account?" Chen Hong's eyes lit up, and he began making wishes. "Then I want a little sister. A little brother can go eat shit!"

Ning Lu: "???"

"Good boy, Hong'er. Come here, come to Mother. Mother will give you a red blessing." Ning Lu looked at Chen Hong with a kindly expression.

"Ah..." Chen Hong hurriedly sat cross-legged and began cultivating properly. The diligent, serious look on his face did not seem fake in the slightest.

The red sun sank westward, and beneath the bright moon and sparse stars, a group of taciturn black-robed figures sat quietly around a bonfire in a dense forest atop a high point in the Precious Sword Mountain Range. Suddenly, a flock of startled crows took flight from the distant woods, causing the black-robed leader to look up instinctively.

"The prey has entered the trap." A cold, bloodthirsty voice came from the black-robed leader.

"Bring the tongue over. I need to confirm it again."

The black-robed leader waved to those beside him. Someone immediately carried over a middle-aged man whose hands and feet were bound, his face filled with terror, and who wore the uniform of a low-level Spirit Hall field operative. They threw him beside the bonfire, and the leaping sparks nearly bounced onto his face.

Bang!

"Zhang Zhong, are you sure that brat called Chen Hong possesses a Soul Tool that can clear a person's mind?"

The black-robed leader planted his foot on the low-level Spirit Hall Spirit Master named Zhang Zhong, forcing the man to stare directly into his blood-glimmering eyes.

Zhang Zhong merely met the black-robed leader's crimson gaze for an instant before an icy, bone-piercing chill shot straight to his Crown of the Head. It was as though he had fallen into a pitch-black ice cavern, where countless dead souls and wraiths seemed to be shrieking madly beside his ears!

"Ah! No! No!" Zhang Zhong was frightened by the visions before his eyes. His body began trembling uncontrollably as he struggled desperately, but the black-robed leader had him pinned beneath his foot, leaving him unable to move.

He could only wail at the black-robed leader, "Spare me! Please, my lord, spare me! Everything I said is true! The young son of the Technology Guild truly possesses a Soul Tool and Soul Skill capable of instantly clearing a person's mind! It's clearly recorded in the archives of the Main Spirit Hall in Suotuo City!"

If there had been any Spirit Masters from Suotuo City here, they would certainly have recognized this low-level Spirit Hall Spirit Master named Zhang Zhong. He was a field Spirit Master serving beneath the Main Spirit Hall in Suotuo City.

"Clear one's reason..." the black-robed leader murmured softly. A trace of confusion seemed to flash through his scarlet eyes, but in the next instant, a burst of violence flashed within them.

Bang!

The head of that field Spirit Master from the Main Spirit Hall in Suotuo City was crushed beneath his foot like a watermelon! Countless splashes of watermelon juice scattered in every direction. When they fell into the fire, the orange flames instantly surged into magnificent orange-red firelight beneath the red-and-white mixture! Under the brilliant moonlight, it was exceptionally beautiful!

"Kill him..." the black-robed leader murmured.

"Kill him!" the strange black-robed figures around him echoed in unison!

"Kill him! Hahaha!" the black-robed leader said with violent certainty.

"Kill him! Let him join our embrace!" All the black-robed figures laughed eerily. Beneath the bright moonlight, one could vaguely make out that under those black cloaks were... faces with extremely similar features!

The bonfire burned with blood-colored flames, revealing an eerie beauty beneath the snow-white moonlight.

Elsewhere, with the Spirit Masters taking turns replenishing their Soul Power, the convoy sped along the main road through the night.

Chen Hong, who had never formed any grudges or conflicts with others, had no idea that an evil presence had already set its sights on him, but—

Chen Hong emerged from his cultivation state, calmed the circulation of Soul Power within his body, and slowly opened his black eyes, which carried a trace of hesitation.

Somehow, he seemed to sense a strange malice drawing near.

Why do I have this feeling? Chen Hong instinctively touched the [Sage]'s Ring on his forehead and adjusted its Sage Degree to the lowest setting.

As the effect of the [Sage]'s Ring weakened, all sorts of different voices seemed to arise in Chen Hong's mind. In the silent, deserted night, they were especially distinct.

His imagination gave those voices colors within his mind. Some were pure gold, some pale gray, some black...

And at the end of his mental space, slowly drawing closer...

An eerie crimson!

I went out to have fun yesterday, so I'm slowly catching up on progress today.