The rate at which Leng Xiyue's strength grew was far too bizarre. In Spirit City, it had crawled along like a tortoise, but after she left, it had shot up like a rocket. Her cultivation had grown as much in two years as it had in ten years in Spirit City, leaving Bibi Dong no choice but to worry that she was rapidly increasing her strength by taking drugs.
"Master, I'm planning to head to the Northern Province next," Leng Xiyue said seriously. "My Martial Soul has a trait that lets it absorb people's faith and the souls of evildoers, converting them into my own cultivation. The new weapons and equipment my people have been developing are also mostly ready. Whether for my own sake or to punish those guilty of heinous crimes, I should make a move on the Northern Province."
After hearing the first part, Bibi Dong had intended to refuse, throwing in some lofty reasoning about keeping bandits around to bolster one's own importance and using the Northern Province to keep the Heaven Dou Empire in check. But once she heard that Leng Xiyue could convert them into cultivation, that changed things.
Was the Northern Province cruel? Of course it was. Just as everyone acknowledged its existence as a malignant tumor, it was also closely tied to every faction.
It was like a fulcrum balancing the various powers. The Heaven Dou Empire wanted Spirit Hall and the Northern Province's Evil Soul Masters to bash each other's heads bloody, preferably leaving a dozen or so Titled Douluo dead. Naturally, Spirit Hall could not let that happen. In reality, the Evil Soul Masters who frequently appeared across the continent to wreak havoc were scattered individuals, while those in the Northern Province were kept under control by their superiors.
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