The next day.
Early that morning, Jiang Hai awoke from cultivation. With more corpses inside the Bronze Coffin, and the coffin advancing from its second tier to its fourth, his cultivation speed had increased dramatically. It was even faster than when he cultivated with Ma Xiaotao.
Over the past few days, Jiang Hai had already felt his Soul Power growing rapidly. At this rate, he was confident he could reach rank forty in less than a year.
This was precisely what made Evil Soul Masters so terrifying. As long as certain conditions were met, their Soul Power usually grew several times faster than that of ordinary Soul Masters. Jiang Hai's Martial Soul absorbed attributes from corpses, so by the continent's standards for judging Evil Soul Masters, he could be called an Evil Soul Master among Evil Soul Masters. Thus, even though his original talent was not particularly outstanding, he could still progress rapidly, surpassing most of his peers in just a few short years. After all, he had cultivated for two years less than ordinary people-he had only awakened his Martial Soul at eight.
The weather was clear, and Jiang Hai's mood relaxed considerably. As he made his way out from Sea God Lake, a flock of swans with fiery red feathers like flames swam over for some unknown reason. They carried the distinctive aura of Soul Beasts. Not all Soul Beasts were aggressive; some had little offensive power of their own. These Soul Beasts usually possessed other special qualities and had long been kept by humans as pets.
Red-Feathered Swans were one such Soul Beast. They were merely Hundred-Year Soul Beasts, but their meat was tender and delicious, and it was also highly nourishing for Soul Masters.
Jiang Hai watched the Red-Feathered Swans, their red feathers floating on green