Wind Path Killing Move: Thousand-Layer Waves

Qin Qi and the others had searched the forest for about half a month before they were the first to encounter a soul beast suitable for Oscar.

"Little cook, support me. I'll help you kill the soul beast."

Qin Qi looked at Oscar. After spending this time together, he had given Oscar the nickname Little Cook.

Other than his gender, Oscar fit the title rather well in every other respect.

"Alright."

At that moment, Oscar was like a helpless wife. All he could do was whimper while draining the last of his soul power to make tofu for Qin Qi.

"Be careful, Qin Qi. This soul beast is probably between four hundred and eight hundred years old."

"Even though it's a plant-type soul beast, it's still dangerous. If you can't beat it, come back immediately."

Flander called out worriedly.

"..."

Qin Qi was rather speechless. He was beginning to understand why Shrek Academy's students had died while hunting soul beasts.

They probably had not been attacked by soul beasts—they had been screwed over by their dean. The gap between four hundred and eight hundred years...

That was practically the difference between life and death.

"This plant-type soul beast is roughly six hundred and fifty years old, with a margin of error of no more than ten years."

"A normal Beast Martial Soul master's second soul ring is usually absorbed from a seven- to eight-hundred-year soul beast."

"Tool Martial Soul masters are slightly weaker physically, so most of them absorb seven-hundred-year soul rings."

"Support-type masters should lower that by another tier. Around six hundred years is the safest choice."

Qin Qi looked at the onion-like soul beast before him. Soul power gathered around his fist as he spoke.

"Huh?"

After hearing Qin Qi's words, Oscar turned to look at the dean, his wide eyes full of confusion.

There was something to this? Why had the dean never mentioned it before?

"Ahem. Qin Ming, your little brother knows quite a lot. Mm, he must be an excellent student, right?"

Flander coughed twice and forced a smile, doing his best to hide his embarrassment.

"Yes. Qin Qi has been receiving formal soul master theory training under Teacher Meng Shenji since he was young. In this regard, he is already comparable to me."

Qin Ming had no intention of mocking Flander. He knew that Flander himself had come up through unorthodox means.

When it came to soul master theory, he truly could not compare to a proper academy like Heaven Dou Academy. There was nothing shameful about that.

While they were talking, the onion soul beast had already reached Qin Qi and launched an attack.

Wind Path Killing Move: Thousand-Layer Waves!

Qin Qi unleashed his Charged Punch. Soul power rode the force of his fist and struck the onion soul beast directly, instantly knocking it out of action.

"Little cook, you're up."

Qin Qi looked back at Oscar while feeding the tofu to the Strength-Eating Immortal Gu. He also began eating some himself.

"W-What a powerful soul skill!"

"A wind-element Martial Soul? That's incredibly strong."

Flander swallowed, his heart even more shaken.

If he remembered correctly, a seven-hundred-year soul beast was roughly comparable to a two-ringed battle soul master.

Yet the boy before him had taken one down in a single move. His practical combat ability was truly terrifying!

Coupled with that profound theoretical knowledge Flander had never even heard of, wasn't this kid developing far too comprehensively?

Compared to him, why did Flander feel like a complete piece of trash?

"A soul skill... I suppose it counts as one."

Qin Ming adjusted his glasses. He was too embarrassed to say that his little brother had merely shouted something at random.

This was not a soul skill at all. Qin Qi was simply strong enough that the wind from his punch had knocked the soul beast down.

That so-called Wind Path Killing Move had been nothing more than a random shout for the sake of momentum.

Afterward, Oscar absorbed his second soul ring and successfully unlocked his second soul skill.

"Behold my second soul skill—young and beautiful, a clove of garlic!"

Oscar pinched his fingers into a delicate orchid-finger pose and recited the soul incantation in a coquettish tone. Then, a clove of garlic appeared in his hand.

"Crunch, crunch."

"It's delicious. From now on, grilled meat won't be edible without your garlic."

Qin Qi took it and ate it immediately, giving one clove to the Strength-Eating Immortal Gu as he offered his evaluation.

"Wuwuwu, as long as you like it."

Oscar wanted to go home now. He felt as though Qin Qi had him completely wrapped around his finger.

After helping Oscar hunt down a soul ring, the group began helping Qin Qi search for one.

"Qin Ming, what kind of soul ring are you planning to get for your younger brother? About how many years?"

Although Flander was a shrewd businessman, he still had some sense of decency. He did not say that they would leave as soon as his student had found a soul ring.

Instead, he intended to help Qin Qi obtain his soul ring.

"Mm... this time, we're aiming for a soul ring of around eleven thousand years. We've chosen a Redflame Qilin Horse soul beast."

Before coming here, Qin Ming had already gathered information. Just a month ago, a ten-thousand-year Redflame Qilin Horse had reportedly appeared nearby.

If it had not been hunted, it should still be wandering around the area.

"A Redflame Qilin Horse? Mm, a fine soul beast. By the way, how many thousand years did you say it was?"

Flander had never even heard of a Redflame Qilin Horse, but unwilling to embarrass himself, he still spoke up.

"Dean, not a thousand-year soul ring—a ten-thousand-year soul ring."

"I know it may be hard for you to understand, but my brother is a little special."

"His soul ring limit is far higher than that of ordinary people."

As Qin Ming spoke, he glanced at Qin Qi. Qin Qi immediately understood and released his soul rings.

Purple, purple—both soul rings were thousand-year soul rings!

"First soul ring, thousand-year. Second soul ring, thousand-year. Third soul ring, ten-thousand-year... W-what kind of monster is this?!"

Flander could not help crying out. He had roamed the continent for so many years; what had he not seen?

But he had truly never seen a monster whose first soul ring was already a thousand-year one!

"I... feel like I'll be a little kitchen maid for the rest of my life."

"In the future, I won't be forced to wear women's clothes, will I?!"

Looking at the two purple soul rings behind Qin Qi, Oscar seemed to envision his miserable future.

"Well, if I can't resist, then I might as well enjoy life. If I grew my hair long, I might actually look pretty good."

"Besides, it's not bad for a support-type Soul Master to find such a powerful assault-type Soul Master."

Oscar's life motto was that if he could not resist life, then he should simply lie back and enjoy it.

"My situation is special. Let's talk while we search for the soul beast."

Qin Qi hooked an arm around Oscar's neck and spoke with a grin.

"Oh."

By now, Flander had gone somewhat numb. He could no longer spare attention for Oscar; it felt as though his entire worldview had been shattered.

Over the next few days, the four searched the surrounding area and found the Redflame Qilin Horse after about three days.

It was a soul beast whose entire body burned with flames and possessed tremendous speed.

"Found it!"

Qin Qi and a young girl spoke at the same time. After speaking, they looked at each other, and hostility immediately appeared in both their eyes.

"Those wings... an Imperial Swiftlet from the Agility Clan. An extreme-speed martial soul."

Qin Qi narrowed his eyes. The Agility Clan was incredibly fast, but their offensive power was far weaker.

"What is it, Yan'er?"

A figure instantly appeared before the group. He held a folding fan and looked exceedingly elegant.

Yet eight soul rings floated behind him—a Soul Douluo above Rank 80!

"White Crane, clan leader of the Agility Clan. This will be troublesome."

Looking at White Crane, Qin Qi had already begun considering how to fight head-on. Running was impossible.

The Agility Clan was simply too fast. Trying to flee before them was nothing but courting death.