Sun Buxiao had been in the Black-Corner Region for some time now, and that old bastard Mu Gu still hadn't come looking for him again. He figured the man probably wouldn't be back.
That fight had forced Sun Buxiao to pull out nearly every trick he had. He had pumped his origin poison into Mu Gu's body with reckless abandon. Even if Mu Gu survived, he would still lose a layer of skin. Sun Buxiao reckoned he had gotten scared and chosen to report the news about him further up the chain instead.
He just didn't know how far up that report had gone, who from the Hall of Souls would come looking for him next, or what their intentions would be.
Would he be able to achieve his goal of infiltrating the Hall of Souls?
Probably.
And once he entered the Hall of Souls, the most important thing Sun Buxiao needed to do with Xiao Yan was coordinate their efforts from within and without.
The Hall of Souls' Elders, Guardians, and the like enjoyed considerable autonomy. Apart from major orders from the Hall's higher-ups-or rather, the Hun Clan-that they had to obey, they spent most of their time wandering around, shitting and pissing wherever they pleased, gathering soul resources and cultivating a few Dou Zongs or Dou Zuns like Yun Shan, whose soul cultivation had hit a bottleneck and prevented them from advancing.
Such a loose structure gave people plenty of room to maneuver.
With his outstanding soul power and this bowl's special abilities, Sun Buxiao wouldn't have much difficulty climbing into the Hall of Souls' upper ranks. But going any further would require a little finesse.
Wasn't Hall Master Hun Miesheng practically the only person in the Hall of Souls who actually belonged to the Hun Clan?
Potential,