Three Days and Three Nights

After three days and three nights of pursuit.

They arrived at Eastsea City.

Meanwhile, at night, outside Mang Tian's Forging Room.

Dim yellow lights glowed outside the forging room. The shop door was half-closed, and dull hammering sounds came from within, with the occasional spark flying out.

On the stone steps by the entrance, a boy of about seven or eight sat with his head lowered, staring at his hands as he let out a soft sigh.

His hands were covered in tiny cuts and worn blisters. Dark red bloodstains mixed with iron-gray dust could faintly be seen on his palms.

If Mom saw this, she would cry again.

Whenever he thought of his mother's reddened eyes when she saw the injuries on his hands, his heart would tremble.

Still, he did not dwell on it for long.

For some reason, no matter how severe his injuries were, they would completely heal after one night's sleep.

And his strength was growing day by day as well.

He clenched his fists, feeling the faint power in his palms, utterly mismatched with his age.

Though he still did not understand why...

He instinctively felt that it was a good thing.

At that moment, Tang Wulin clenched his fists and said seriously.

"I still need to work harder!"

"Once I save enough money, I can buy a Soul Spirit and become a Soul Master!"

Suddenly, Tang Wulin's face went pale for an instant.

A dark red figure swept past him like a gust of wind.

The aura of that figure was both evil and terrifying...

It made every hair on his body stand on end.

Immediately afterward, a youth chased after it beneath the moonlight, riding the breeze.

The youth's robes fluttered around him, his body like a feathered leaf borne aloft by the wind. In the moonlight, he left behind a cold, ethereal silhouette, like an immortal descending into the mortal world.

Untainted by worldly dust, untouched by mortal airs.

The two figures, one before and one behind...

Quickly vanished into the night.

Tang Wulin scratched his head.

"Who was that big brother?"

"Who was the person he was chasing?"

"Will he be in danger?"

He muttered to himself.

Then he lowered his head and looked at his hands again, somehow forgetting the exhaustion and pain from before.

Yet that fleeting glimpse quietly left a question mark in his heart.

At this moment, Na Nali wanted nothing more than to tear Cao Xin apart, but she still wore a gentle expression.

She even tidied her disheveled hair, concealing some of her bedraggled state before speaking in a sweet voice.

"Little brother, you've been chasing me for three days already."

"You must be tired too, right?"

"How about we each go our separate ways?"

She resumed that cloying tone, as though their previous flight had been nothing but a misunderstanding.

At this moment, they seemed like two travelers who had met by chance, amicably discussing their way home.

In response, Cao Xin said calmly.

"It's only been three days."

"If you're tired, you can stop anytime."

His tone was calm and casual, as though the three-day pursuit had been no more than an after-dinner stroll to him.

Na Nali immediately went wild with frustration.

She gritted her teeth. The smile on her face finally could not be maintained, revealing genuine savagery and impatience.

"Brat!"

"You can't even catch me, so why bother?!"

"Careful, or I'll lead you to Holy Cult Headquarters."

"When the top experts of our Holy Cult make their move, be careful you don't lose your life!"

But at that moment...

A glimmer of realization flashed through Cao Xin's eyes.

He softly said.

"That may not be the case now."

Na Nali froze.

Before she could understand what he meant.

Cao Xin's figure suddenly disappeared.

Then, beneath the hazy moonlight.

The misty moonlight seemed to be drawn by something, transforming into a silver-white streak of light...

Instantly crossing several hundred meters.

Pfft!

The longsword pierced in.

Na Nali spat out blood once more.

Her body staggered, and she collapsed to the ground.

This time, she truly could not run any farther.

She looked at Cao Xin and roared.

"You've been messing with me, haven't you?!"

"You had a Soul Skill like that and didn't use it sooner, instead chasing me for three days and three nights for no reason!"

"You think this is fun, don't you?!"

At this moment, Na Nali's mentality had completely collapsed.

She had spent decades in the Holy Spirit Cult. She had always been the one to toy with others and play with her prey, yet today, not only had she been chased for three days and three nights by a child of seven or eight, she had also inexplicably taken several sword strikes.

So which one of them was the Evil Soul Master...

Her, or Cao Xin?

He would not even give her a quick end. He insisted on slowly draining her strength and patience before making his move.

Meanwhile, Cao Xin was in an excellent mood.

He sheathed his sword and stood there. A rare hint of lightness appeared in his expression as he explained.

"This is a Self-Created Soul Skill I just comprehended."

Na Nali:?

Her mind seemed to short-circuit in that instant, and all her anger turned into a tangled mess.

What did he mean, a Self-Created Soul Skill he had just comprehended?

Hadn't this guy been chasing her the entire time?

Where did he find the time to comprehend a new Soul Skill?

Cao Xin looked at her with confusion.

"Isn't it normal to comprehend new abilities in battle? Why are you so surprised?"

"Heh."

Na Nali sneered.

Yet there was an indescribable sense of grievance in her laugh.

This brat was actually showing off in front of her.

And she could not even refute him.

After all, for the past three days...

This brat really had been chasing her the entire time.

But that was exactly why it seemed even more absurd!

Who knew what terrible luck she had...

To encounter such a monster.

"Fine. I can't be bothered to run anymore."

"Do it."

As she spoke.

Na Nali sat down on the ground carelessly, stretching out her legs and bracing herself with both hands behind her. She looked as though she were waiting to die, even waving her hand impatiently, as if urging him to finish quickly.

But Cao Xin did not underestimate Na Nali.

After all, anyone who could become one of the Holy Spirit Cult's Four Heavenly Kings...

Had to possess exceptional cunning.

Otherwise, she would have long since been devoured by the other Evil Soul Masters.

In the world of Evil Soul Masters...

Someone who could survive to become a Super Douluo and firmly hold the position of Heavenly King could never be someone who gave up easily.

Thus, Cao Xin's thoughts stirred.

Self-Created Soul Skill, Within an Inch!

In an instant...

He and Na Nali arrived in a blank space.

Boundless white emptiness replaced Eastsea City's night and moonlight.

Everything vanished.

Within this world...

Only the two of them remained, standing face-to-face.

This was an independent world formed from his state of mind.

There was no exit and no boundary.

Unless he voluntarily dispelled it or was killed.

Otherwise, no one could possibly escape.

At this moment, Na Nali's expression changed drastically as well.

Her carefree posture from before shattered in an instant, and genuine shock and panic appeared on her face.

She abruptly stood up and looked around.

But no matter which direction she turned...

All she saw was the same empty expanse of white.

"Where is this?"

"How did you do this?!""

Her voice finally carried true fear.