He did not mention that the resentment of the lives that had been Devoured would enter the recipient's body along with the life energy. He did not mention the possible mental distortion after a martial soul turned dark, much less that the impulses toward bloodlust and destruction would become increasingly difficult to control as soul power grew.
He did not need to mention it.
Because he felt none of that mattered. Getting stronger was enough. As for the price? That was something only the weak needed to consider.
Dai Mubai felt the surging power within him, and a sharp glint flashed through his blood-red eyes.
He felt that his senses had become keener than before. Nothing within dozens of zhang could escape his perception.
He could even smell the lingering stench of blood in the air, left behind by the animals previously Devoured by the Dark Blue Silver Grass. He had once found such a scent repulsive, but now, he found it exceptionally enticing.
"Boss Dai, your eyes..." Ma Hongjun pointed at Dai Mubai's eyes, unable to continue.
"What is it?" Dai Mubai touched his face, not feeling anything unusual.
"They've turned red. No, wait," Ma Hongjun swallowed, "are mine too?"
He ran to a nearby stream and lowered his head to look at his reflection in the water. The surface reflected a plump, round face, but those eyes left even him stunned. Purple-black flames burned deep within his pupils. It was not an effect of the reflection, but real flames—the evil fire of the Evil Fire Phoenix had seeped into his eyes. That pair of eyes on his ordinarily guileless round face looked indescribably strange.
Ma Hongjun stared blankly at his reflection in the water and said nothing for a long while. He closed his eyes, then opened them