I'm Not an Evil Soul Master—Just Kidding, I Am an Evil Soul Master

The suspicion grew stronger and stronger. The more Yan Jingchuan looked, the more convinced he became that it was Ye Guyi.

How had he run into this evil soul master radar...

During the era of Ultimate Douluo, there had only been three people with Angel Martial Souls.

The deputy head of the Star Luo Empire's Worship Hall, the Medicine Immortal Douluo Wang Xian'er, a rank ninety-six Hyper Douluo.

Yu Mengdi of Just Sky Academy, and lastly Ye Guyi, who operated within the Sun Moon Empire.

The Angel Martial Soul had been passed down from the Angel God Qian Renxue ten thousand years ago. In this age, it was the absolute bane of evil soul masters.

If she latched onto him, there was a good chance his second martial soul would be exposed. Yan Jingchuan did not dare underestimate an Angel's ability to sense evil martial souls.

He had yet to make contact with the Holy Spirit Cult. If the Hell Demon Puppet were exposed now, the trouble would be considerable. Given Ye Guyi's hatred of evil in the original story, she might draw her sword and cut him down on the spot.

If he could avoid her, he would...

Having made up his mind, Yan Jingchuan planned to put as much distance between them as possible and flee before she found him.

The idea was wonderful, but reality was harsh. Ye Guyi chased him too relentlessly. Every time he had clearly gotten far away, once he entered a certain range, Ye Guyi would lock onto him and pursue him in a straight line.

He fled, she chased; even with wings, he could not escape.

Yan Jingchuan was miserable. She was endless, like a stubborn plaster stuck to his skin.

Seeing that there was no chance of shaking her off, Yan Jingchuan stopped trying to hide. He would simply fight her and make her unable to continue chasing.

By Yan Jingchuan's own estimate, Ye Guyi was at most a Soul Elder right now. He could trade blows with Ji Juechen, and he had quite a few eighth-grade soul tools on hand. He had nothing to fear.

He turned into an empty alley and quietly waited for Ye Guyi to arrive.

Very soon, Ye Guyi appeared before him, dressed in black and wearing a hood that concealed most of her face.

Yan Jingchuan drew a deep breath, lowered his voice, and spoke with obvious displeasure.

"Friend, what do you mean by this? You chased me all the way from the black market. Are you trying to rob a robber?"

Ye Guyi raised her head, her gaze falling on Yan Jingchuan as she replied coldly.

"I have no interest in what you bought. I merely find your aura strange. I suspect you are an evil soul master, and I want to verify it."

"Who are you? You think you can inspect me just because you want to? Do you think you're the Shrek Inspection Corps?"

"Every evil soul master deserves to be executed! If you aren't one, why are you feeling guilty?"

As she spoke, two yellow soul rings rose beneath Ye Guyi's feet. A holy figure gradually solidified behind her, a pair of pure white wings spreading from its back.

The moment the Angel Martial Soul appeared, Yan Jingchuan immediately felt himself being suppressed.

But when he noticed the two soul rings beneath Ye Guyi's feet, Yan Jingchuan could not help sneering.

"Whether I am or not isn't for you to decide!"

The Dark Sacred Dragon possessed him, and the dense aura of darkness made Ye Guyi freeze.

"You... aren't an evil soul master?"

The Angel Clan truly deserved its reputation as the force that had slaughtered evil soul masters so thoroughly ten thousand years ago that they had not dared show themselves. Their ability to identify evil soul masters far surpassed Shrek's; at the very least, they did not condemn everyone indiscriminately.

"Obviously!"

Yan Jingchuan's attitude was far from friendly.

Ye Guyi's mind was clearly overloaded. She had just sensed an utterly pure, sinister, bloodthirsty aura. It had been faint—extremely faint—but it had definitely existed, entirely different from Yan Jingchuan's dark aura.

Had she really chased the wrong person?

The thought of Twin Martial Souls never even crossed her mind. Even after ten thousand years, there were still very few people who possessed them.

Even at Shrek, it would only be a few years later that Xiao Xiao and Wang Dong appeared as two naturally born possessors of Twin Martial Souls.

Huo Yuhao's acquired Twin Martial Souls did not count.

"Why? Do I look that much like an evil soul master? Or was that merely your excuse?"

Yan Jingchuan's questioning left Ye Guyi speechless.

Not wanting to entangle himself with her any further, Yan Jingchuan only wanted to get back quickly. He had been out long enough; if he did not return soon, he feared someone might ambush him.

"Wait!"

Ye Guyi called out to Yan Jingchuan just as he was about to leave.

Ye Guyi was still unwilling to give up, or perhaps she simply refused to believe that she had been wrong.

"Evil soul masters are extremely dangerous. I still want to examine you more carefully!"

Yan Jingchuan clenched his hand into a fist, gripping it tightly. For no reason at all, a surge of anger rose within him.

She still wanted to inspect him after all that? Did she really think she was some messenger of justice? Besides, what soul master would allow someone else to casually inspect their martial soul? This was no longer picking a fight; she was simply brainless, with her sense of justice controlling her mind.

"You're pushing your luck!"

As he turned around, Yan Jingchuan unleashed a soul skill.

The Dark Sky-Splitting Claw filled the entire alley. There was nowhere to evade. Ye Guyi's pupils contracted sharply as she instinctively raised her sword to block it.

Amid a piercing screech of metal scraping against metal, the soul tool longsword in Ye Guyi's hand shattered into several pieces, and she was sent flying.

Ye Guyi felt excruciating pain throughout her body, blood streaming from her hand.

She had not been prepared at all. She could not even understand why Yan Jingchuan had suddenly attacked, and she did not believe there had been anything wrong with what she had said.

Yan Jingchuan had not used his full strength. Otherwise, if Ye Guyi had taken that attack head-on, even if it had not killed her, she would have been severely injured.

Even Ji Juechen had only barely managed to offset it when prepared beforehand, and afterward, he had not even been able to hold his sword steady.

Yan Jingchuan had never intended to kill Ye Guyi. They had no grievance against each other, and besides, he would need the help of an Angel Martial Soul wielder to purge evil soul masters in the future.

This injury was merely a lesson for Ye Guyi, to make her suffer a little and stop being so stubborn in the future. Investigating evil soul masters was no excuse to casually offend others. Doing so could easily get her killed.

"Are you really an evil soul master!?"

Ye Guyi was not seriously injured. Yet after her mind recovered, the first thing she cared about was still whether Yan Jingchuan was an evil soul master.

Yan Jingchuan was truly at a loss for words. Ye Guyi's sense of justice was indeed beyond reproach, but her mind was far too rigid.

Just as he was about to lecture her, Yan Jingchuan suddenly had another idea.

He withdrew the Dark Sacred Dragon martial soul, preparing to give her a little shock.

The Hell Demon Puppet possessed him, and a bloodthirsty, violent aura surged forth.

"I am the Holy Spirit Cult's Holy Son. Remember this Holy Son's name: Yan Shaozhe!"

"Twin Martial Souls! You really are an evil soul master!"

Ye Guyi clutched her injured hand, her gaze more resolute than ever.

"Even if it costs me my life, I will eliminate you!"

Yan Jingchuan was already preparing to flee. He could use Ye Guyi's hand to pin the blame on Yan Shaozhe, while also provoking her to kill more evil soul masters and grow stronger faster. It was killing two birds with one stone.

And he would no longer need to speak with this woman whose own sense of justice had brainwashed her.

Unfolding the high-grade flying soul tool Jing Hongchen had given him, Yan Jingchuan shot into the sky.

This soul tool was terrifyingly fast. Even if Ye Guyi wanted to chase him, she could not catch up—she was not even qualified to breathe his exhaust. However, it consumed soul power just as quickly.

Yan Jingchuan's total soul power at rank twenty alone could not sustain it. Fortunately, he still had Milk Bottles that could store and replenish soul power.

The treatment ordinary students received at the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy was far better than that bullshit Inspection Corps of Shrek's.