Hidden at the mouth of an alley in the darkness, Mu Feng looked back toward the slums, a trace of resolve flashing in his eyes.
"This is only the beginning."
Over the next month, Mu Feng appeared in Mingdu's slums every night, covering almost every corner of the city, from east to west and north to south. He was like a ghost, slipping through Mingdu's darkness.
Most of the Evil Soul Masters he encountered had three to five rings. None could withstand even a single exchange with Mu Feng, let alone escape him.
Over that month, Mu Feng purified more than fifty Evil Soul Masters. Thanks to these walking bundles of experience, his cultivation climbed all the way to rank seventy-four.
Such a pace was unprecedented in the entire history of the Douluo Continent, but Mu Feng was not satisfied.
The disappearance of so many people soon drew the Holy Spirit Cult's attention. The cult began sending people to investigate the slums, and the Evil Soul Masters no longer appeared in groups of two or three, but usually in teams of five or six.
Noticing the Holy Spirit Cult's movements, Mu Feng changed his outings from once a day to once every two or three days, giving the cult no chance to discern a pattern.
Today was another of Mu Feng's "days off." Having already met his quota over the past few days, he decided to give himself a day's leave. He stayed in the hotel to cultivate and discuss his current progress and insights with Electrolux.
Electrolux said, "You've been causing quite a stir in Mingdu lately. Before long, the Holy Spirit Cult will send experts to deal with you. You'd better be prepared."
Mu Feng nodded. "Evil Soul Masters still can't show themselves openly, after all. The Holy