Icy Dragon Pupils

Ji Feng released his Martial Soul Possession and slipped silently into the warehouse.

All kinds of medicinal ingredients were piled layer upon layer, filling every shelf.

Ji Feng knew nothing about medicinal ingredients. Looking at them was no different from looking at hotpot seasonings.

The ingredients packed in sacks probably were not worth much, so Ji Feng could not be bothered to carry them. The jars and bottles probably held the good stuff.

Ji Feng opened the Blood Gate and carried all the valuable medicinal ingredients into the Undead Demiplane, trip after trip.

One wooden box was inlaid with gold leaf and looked extremely valuable.

Without hesitation, Ji Feng took it straight through the Blood Gate.

Seeing Ji Feng bring back a heap of things, the Dragon Corpse snorted coldly.

With the warehouse emptied, Ji Feng headed into the shop and found over two thousand Gold Soul Coins at the counter, along with some loose Silver Soul Coins and Copper Soul Coins.

He pocketed them all.

Once he had taken almost everything valuable, Ji Feng returned to the cellar where the Monkey-Blood People were kept and swallowed some monkey blood.

He dragged several boxes out of a corner of the cellar. They were packed tightly with injections that gave off a strange, sweet, bloody smell.

These were Monkey-Blood Injections. Ji Feng did not know how they were made, but he knew how to use them.

He injected every Monkey-Blood Person. Their blank, vacant expressions suddenly turned into wide-eyed fury, their muscles bulged, and blood energy erupted from their bodies.

Ji Feng exuded the sweet, bloody scent of monkey blood from the inside out, so the Monkey-Blood People took him for one of their own.

"Kill! Everyone!"

Ji Feng gave the order.

More than thirty Monkey-Blood People climbed out of the cellar one after another and entered the Xiang Family Pill Shop.

The shop's twenty-odd guards, all Soul Masters, were sleeping in their rooms. With a boom, a door was smashed open, and over thirty Monkey-Blood People charged inside.

One Soul Master woke to see a crowd of Monkey-Blood People rushing into the room and shouted, "Get help! Get help!" He had barely shouted once before a Monkey-Blood Person activated Martial Soul Possession and sliced his head off with a scythe gleaming with bloody light.

The bloody gleam was chilling, and the surrounding Soul Masters jolted awake. Those who reacted too slowly were struck down and killed before they understood what was happening; those who reacted quickly summoned their martial souls and fought the Monkey-Blood People.

But these Monkey-Blood People had only just emerged from their wooden barrels and had been strengthened by Monkey-Blood Injections. They knew no fear, and their wounds healed rapidly. The guards, whose strongest members were only Soul Elders, were no match for them. After blocking just a few blows, they were hacked to death.

Two of the strongest and smartest guards jumped straight out the windows, shouting, "Captain Feng! Captain Feng! Something's happened!"

In the rear courtyard, guard captain Feng Sijun heard the cries while protecting Xiang Li. He left two Soul Elders to hold their positions and rushed into the front courtyard himself.

He had intended to see who the attackers were and negotiate with them. If they could talk things out, there was no need to fight.

This was the Xiang Family Pill Shop. Any damage caused by fighting would be damage to the Xiang Family's property.

But he did not see a single person in the courtyard. Those uncanny Monkey-Blood People were everywhere.

Feng Sijun immediately frowned.

How had these things suddenly gone berserk?

Two conditions had to be met for the Monkey-Blood People to attack anyone:

1. They had to receive a Monkey-Blood Injection.

2. Someone had to drink monkey blood and then give them orders.

These Monkey-Blood People had been guarded by Xiang Li's trusted men. This should never have happened. But there was no point in investigating the cause now.

Feng Sijun called over a Soul Elder and sent him to fetch Blood Tea. The Soul Elder had barely taken two steps when a Monkey-Blood Person wrapped a martial soul whip around his neck and yanked it clean apart, killing him on the spot.

Seeing how powerful the Monkey-Blood People were, Feng Sijun charged toward the warehouse himself to fetch the Blood Tea.

The Monkey-Blood People slashed at anyone they saw. Under Martial Soul Possession, they became utterly frenzied, fearing neither injury nor death.

Feng Sijun was only a Soul Ancestor himself, on the same level as these Monkey-Blood People.

But he could not rapidly recover from injuries, nor did he have the will to face death without fear.

Before long, the Monkey-Blood People had surrounded him.

There was no way out. Escaping the encirclement through speed alone was already hopeless, so Feng Sijun could only fight his way through.

Martial Soul Possession!

Moo! Moo! Roar!

An abrupt bellow rang out. A pair of enormous bull horns sprouted from Feng Sijun's head, his muscles knotted, and his arms swelled in an instant, bursting through his Soul Master robes.

A layer of iron armor covered both arms from his shoulders to his fingertips. His hands swelled further, and iron gauntlets covered them.

This was Feng Sijun's martial soul!

The Ironclad Berserk Bull!

He was only at the Soul Ancestor level, so the iron armor could cover only his chest and arms, leaving his lower body unprotected.

Clang! Clang! Clang, clang, clang!

The Monkey-Blood People's various martial souls struck Feng Sijun. He shielded his head with his arms, and their martial souls could only clang against his iron armor.

Seizing a gap between their attacks, Feng Sijun swept his arm across!

His first martial soul lit up, his strength rose rapidly, and archaic patterns appeared on the iron armor.

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!

His sweeping blow shattered the heads of an entire row of Monkey-Blood People around him. Monkey blood gushed from their broken bodies.

Feng Sijun opened his mouth wide, trying to catch the spurting monkey blood, but he could not.

With that layer of iron armor on him, even tilting his head back seemed slower.

The Monkey-Blood People whose heads had shattered did not stop attacking. They kept swinging their martial souls, striking Feng Sijun relentlessly.

Feng Sijun swung his two ironclad arms up and down, chopping the Monkey-Blood People into chunks of blood jelly.

The chunks squirmed slowly on the ground, trying to reassemble into Monkey-Blood People.

Feng Sijun's martial soul looked ordinary, but its quality was far from poor.

Ji Feng did not linger to fight. While Feng Sijun was occupied by the Monkey-Blood People, he leaped onto the warehouse roof.

Xiang Li stood in the middle of the rear courtyard, cursing furiously. "Which idiot let the Monkey-Blood People out? I'm going to kill him today!"

The two Soul Elders urged Xiang Li to return indoors. "Young master, please go back inside. It's dangerous here."

"What's there to fear? Bring the Blood Tea over, drink a pot, then give them a shout, and they'll be fine.

"I'm warning you, I paid a fortune for them. If one or two get smashed, I won't say anything. But if you smash them all, you can wait for death!"

One Soul Elder ran to the warehouse to fetch the Blood Tea.

The Fifth Concubine wore sky-blue silk nightwear that outlined her lovely curves, her mountainous breasts thrust forward.

She emerged from the room and leaned naturally against Xiang Li, her voice soft. "Darling, come back inside. All that shouting and killing out here is frightening me."

The Fifth Concubine was not pretending. She truly was afraid. Her body trembled, and the mountains on her chest trembled with it.

Xiang Li shoved the Fifth Concubine aside and yelled at the Soul Elder, "Have you got the Blood Tea yet? How much longer do I have to wait? Fucking useless!"

Xiang Li was so furious that blood rushed straight to his head.

He failed to notice the pair of icy dragon pupils watching him from atop the warehouse.