Although the Wind Wolf ' lair is still located on the outskirts of the Magical Beast Mountain Range, it is not exactly close to Qingshan Town.
In addition, the group had set off at noon, and they had deliberately taken a detour to avoid attracting attention.
So as night fell, their group still hadn't reached the location of the Wind Wolf ' lair.
Seeing the sky gradually darkening, Lang Ya stopped the group and addressed the crowd:
"Gentlemen, it is getting late. Let's set up camp here tonight and rest. We will take care of the night watch. Please do not go out unless necessary."
Lang Ya clasped his hands in a fist salute to the group of recruited mercenaries and spoke.
This is also to prevent anyone from secretly going out and spreading the news.
Then, Lang Ya walked to the carriage, and before long, Xiao Yi Xian stepped down from the carriage.
As for the two Peak Seven-Star Dou Zhe and Eight-Star Dou Zhe from the Myriad Medicine Pavilion, they stayed a short distance behind Xiao Yi Xian, protecting her.
This shows how much Myriad Medicine Pavilion values Xiao Yi Xian's safety.
The thirteen recruited Dou Zhe, along with several dozen members of the Myriad Medicine Pavilion team, sat down to rest.
The once quiet forest suddenly became incredibly noisy as people lit fires and cooked, and the aromas gradually filled the mountains and forests.
Xiao Yi Xian sat in the center of the Myriad Medicine Pavilion line, her face veiled in white, revealing only a pair of clear eyes, and her every move exuded an ethereal quality.
"Gentlemen, the nights in the forest are bitterly cold. This is a warming soup that Xiao Yi Xian instructed us to prepare for you."
Just then, a waiter from the Myriad Medicine Pavilion suddenly carried a wooden bucket, took out two wooden bowls, and poured a bowl of soup for Xiao Yan and his companion.
Xiao Yan stared in surprise at the still steaming soup in front of him.
Xiao Huohuo, sniffed it lightly, shook her head slightly at Xiao Yan, and then spoke to the waiter:
Please thank Xiao Yi Xian for us.
Watching the waiter carry the hot soup toward the others, Xiao Huohuo picked up the wooden bowl and drank the hot soup, immediately feeling refreshed.
Xiao Yan stared blankly at the hot soup in his hand.
He was naturally not afraid of poison.
Even if he were in his Martial Soul body, having previously consumed the Nine-Heart Soul-Cleansing Glazed Lotus, ordinary toxins would have no effect on him whatsoever.
However, looking at Xiao Yi Xian walking among the mercenaries, healing the wounded mercenaries from the daytime, he found it hard to imagine that this was a girl born in a world where the strong prey on the weak.
He couldn't help but think of the Grandmaster, who would do anything to become stronger.
What about the other party?
A sinister thought crept into Xiao Yan's mind: would this girl kneeling on the ground, healing the wounds of a lowly mercenary, one day slaughter the weak to become stronger?
Or, once she possesses absolute power, will she still be able to treat these mercenaries in the same way?
Xiao Yan didn't know; he only knew that he... might not be able to do it.
He cares about very little these days.
In the Douluo World, he only has Zhu Zhuqing left...
With his thoughts settled, Xiao Yan's attention gradually shifted to the other part of his Soul Division Martial Soul.
Douluo Continent, Spirit City, the residence of the core disciples of the Spirit Hall Academy.
Xiao Yan opened his eyes and looked at the clean and tidy room in front of him, a hint of tenderness appearing in his eyes.
Before he even stepped out of the room, he heard a whooshing sound coming from outside. Xiao Yan walked to the window, and a faint pink energy swept past, revealing Zhu Zhuqing's figure landing on the roof.
The medicinal power of the Lovesick Heartbreak Red altered her Martial Soul.
Zhu Zhuqing had already told Xiao Yan this.
Watching the graceful figure darting about in the moonlight, Xiao Yan leaned against the windowsill, feeling the girl's unfamiliar yet familiar aura.
In just over half a month, Zhu Zhuqing had almost mastered the mutation of her Martial Soul.
"Laugh!"
In mid-air, ripples appeared beneath Zhu Zhuqing's feet. Suddenly, her gaze fell upon the figure by the bedside, and a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.
Her figure flickered, and the moonlight seemed to brighten slightly. She leaped down to the window, looked at Xiao Yan before her, and asked:
" Xiao Yan, you've finished your seclusion?"
Xiao Yan shook his head and said, "No, I just came to check on things. Nothing's happened in the past two weeks, has it?"
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head and smiled at Xiao Yan, saying:
"During this period, due to news of the selection competition, the entire academy's Mimicry Training Ground are now packed with people, and the entire Spirit City has almost fallen into a training frenzy."
Seemingly recalling some amusing news, Zhu Zhuqing smiled brightly and continued speaking to Xiao Yan:
"By the way, the gold coins you asked me to send back have already been sent out through the Spirit Hall's channels. Judging by the time, they should arrive by now."
Xiao Yan nodded upon hearing this.
What he had Zhu Zhuqing send out was a portion of their monthly salary, which he sent to Old Jack in Holy Soul Village.
Xiao Yan has never forgotten that if it weren't for Old Jack taking him in, he probably wouldn't be alive today.
Xiao Yan was not stingy with material possessions when it came to these rare "family members" in the Douluo World.
During this rare moment of leisure, Xiao Yan leaned against the windowsill, listening to Zhu Zhuqing recount the changes that had taken place at the Spirit Hall Academy over the past two weeks.
Yan, who had been defeated by him before, had not appeared in public since the last battle.
However, some people have claimed to have seen him practicing intensely.
It's probably all for the battle a year from now, to completely wash away the shame of being defeated by Xiao Yan.
Midway through, Qian Renxue also sent a letter, expressing high praise for Xiao Yan's ability to defeat Yan, and rewarding Xiao Yan with many cultivation resources.
" Old Jack, a big shot from the Spirit Hall is looking for you!"
In Holy Soul Village, a shout rang out. A burly, dark-skinned young man spoke loudly, startling Old Jack, who was lying in the courtyard sunbathing.
His cloudy eyes instantly cleared.
Upon hearing that it was a high-ranking figure from the Spirit Hall, he hurriedly wiped his hands on his clothes, then looked at the dark-skinned youth below the platform and said:
" Hei Han, a big shot from the Spirit Hall is looking for me? You're not mistaken, are you?"
Hei Han is now the new blacksmith of Holy Soul Village.
Since Tang Hao left, Old Jack went to great lengths to bring this blacksmith to Holy Soul Village.
After all, a village needs many tools and utensils in all aspects, and it would be very inconvenient without a blacksmith.
"Would I lie to you?" the Hei Han continued in a loud voice.
"They were just at the village entrance, and now... shh... they're coming, they're coming."
The Hei Han's voice was loud to begin with, and his initial muttering about important figures from the Spirit Hall had already drawn the attention of almost all the villagers nearby.
Everyone saw that two Soul Master dressed in the Spirit Hall robes had arrived at Old Jack's house.
"Goodness, could it be that Old Jack has gotten into trouble? He's usually such a nice guy, we really hope he doesn't do something stupid..."
"That must be Lord Soul Master from the Spirit Hall. They're truly impressive..."
" Lord Soul Master..." Old Jack looked at the two Soul Master before him, a hint of fear on his face, and spoke with utmost respect:
"I am Old Jack. May I ask what business you have with this old man?"
"What are your orders?" The Spirit Hall Soul Master who arrived was from the Spirit Hall Branch in Nuoding City, but it wasn't Su Yuntao.
Some time ago, for reasons unknown, Su Yuntao was suddenly transferred away. He was the Soul Master of Martial Soul Awakening in several surrounding villages.
"My name is Yun Jing, and this is something someone sent you."
Yun Jing took out a cloth bag from his bosom. The clinking and tinkling sound inside was the clinking of Gold Soul Coin, a fact that Yun Jing knew very well.
Dozens of Gold Soul Coin were wrapped in cloth and handed to Old Jack. Yun Jing said with a smile:
"This is something Xiao Yan sent you, along with a letter. Read it yourself."
As Yun Jing finished speaking, sensing the gazes around him, he narrowed his eyes slightly and laughed loudly, saying:
"This letter was sent from Spirit City. If you need anything in the future, feel free to come to the Spirit Hall Branch in Nuoding City to find me!"
Only after sensing that the surrounding gazes had disappeared did Yun Jing nod in satisfaction.
Spirit City, huh? To be able to squeeze something out of Spirit City... Although Yun Jing didn't know what was going on with this old man, he knew that this person was definitely someone he couldn't afford to offend. Perhaps, he could even use this to forge a powerful connection...