"To the Far North?"
Meng Hongchen was not surprised by Lu Yi's suggestion.
"My Martial Soul, the Vermilion-Eyed Ice Toad, may come from a Soul Beast of the Far North and possess ice, fire, and deadly poison, but its ice and fire exist solely to produce that poison. Naturally, I need to hunt for poison-attribute Soul Beasts, and the Star Dou Great Forest has far more of those than the Far North."
Lu Yi understood.
Judging by Meng Hongchen's performance in battle, all five of her current Soul Skills involved ice, but that came from her Martial Soul itself.
Her true strength—the ability that could decide a battle—lay in her poison alone.
Lu Yi looked at Meng Hongchen's face. At seventeen, the pallor of her skin had grown even more pronounced.
It was not the cool but healthy fairness of Ling Luochеn's complexion.
Like most Soul Masters who cultivated poison attributes, Meng Hongchen suffered a backlash from her own toxins.
When she activated her Martial Soul, her hair turned white and her eyes red. The change gave her an eerie beauty, but it was also a visible sign of how deeply the poison had taken hold.
Meng Hongchen came from a powerful family, though. Her grandfather, the Hall Master, must have run himself ragged trying every means to purge the poison from her body.
She had also grown up in the Sun Moon Empire, where Martial Soul cultivation relied on large quantities of medicine to raise Soul Power, leaving her foundations unstable.
At her current Soul Power Level, if those foundations had been solid, she might not merely have suffered a backlash. She might have died outright.
When Jing Hongchen had been so eager to arrange an exchange with Shrek, his reasons had gone well beyond the official ones. A