Little Spider: Then I'll Hate Martial Uncle for One Hour

Dragging himself along, the Evil Soul Master ran for an entire day and night. He finally reached a small market in the early hours of the next morning.

It was still dark, and only a few lights shone in the market.

The Evil Soul Master walked with practiced ease to a large tree beside a stone wall, then pressed a hollow in the wall. A descending staircase appeared before it.

The Evil Soul Master glanced around, then hurried down.

Bibi Dong and Qian Xunling stepped out.

"Martial Uncle, I didn't expect there to be a mechanism like that. Could people actually live in there?" Bibi Dong asked curiously.

Qian Xunling chuckled at her innocent expression and replied, "It's called a secret chamber. As long as there's food and water inside, people can certainly survive in it."

"A secret chamber?" Bibi Dong seemed fascinated by the term.

Qian Xunling walked over to where the Evil Soul Master had been and pressed the hollow. The staircase appeared, and he headed down. Seeing how pitch-black it was inside, Bibi Dong suddenly grew frightened and hurried after him.

It was so quiet inside that dripping water sounded like needles hitting the ground.

Bibi Dong clutched Qian Xunling's pants, not daring to breathe too loudly. Before long, they reached a corner and heard voices from within.

"Useless trash! You botched such a simple task. What can you even do!?"

An aged voice berated someone else.

"Were you followed?" the old man asked after calming himself.

The Evil Soul Master from before shook his head repeatedly. "That person left me alone after throwing me down. I didn't sense anyone following me on the way back, so I probably wasn't followed."

"Hmph, you should have died out there," the old man shouted angrily.

Just then, more footsteps approached the old man. There were quite a few, probably eight people.

One of them asked, "Why don't we divide him up?"

"No, I didn't come back empty-handed this time. I also got a bit of information about the Zhong Family," the Evil Soul Master said urgently, terrified.

"The Zhong Family?" At those words, the people immediately held their breath and listened intently.

The old man asked, "What information?"

The Evil Soul Master was about to speak, but a wind blade beheaded him, cutting him in two. At the same time, a figure slowly stepped out of the darkness. Qian Xunling chuckled and looked at them. "It seems you all recognize this storage bag."

Qian Xunling took out the storage bag belonging to the Evil Soul Master surnamed Zhong.

At the sight of it, their pupils all contracted as though they had seen something taboo. They looked at the uninvited Qian Xunling, while the old man glared at the beheaded Evil Soul Master. "Good for nothing but ruining things. What a waste."

"None of you have red hair." Qian Xunling couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

He still hadn't found the Zhong Family's headquarters.

"Everyone, stop holding back. This guy looks like he's at odds with us, and his strength is definitely no simple matter. Otherwise, he couldn't have killed someone right under our noses," the old man said angrily.

Soul Rings appeared beneath the feet of all nine of them.

The old man was even a Five-Ring Soul King.

But every one of them had an Evil Martial Soul, and they were exceedingly ugly.

Qian Xunling's expression was cold as he shook his head slightly. "Ants trying to shake a tree."

With that, seven terrifying Soul Rings slowly emerged beneath his feet.

The nine people opposite him were so frightened that, for a moment, they couldn't recover from the shock.

How could anyone possess such terrifying Soul Rings?

"That's impossible!" The old Soul Master took a step back.

"Enough about what's impossible. Die first, then we'll talk." Qian Xunling raised his hand and continued, "Second Soul Skill, Wind's Fallen Slaughter."

The Divine Aspect Martial Soul stood behind Qian Xunling and likewise reached out and clenched its hand.

The nine were cut down by wind blades like watermelons and apples.

"Martial Uncle, that's so scary." Bibi Dong covered her eyes, not daring to look at all. Qian Xunling turned to her and smiled. "Then don't look."

In the dark corners of the basement, many pairs of fearful eyes stared at Qian Xunling and Bibi Dong.

Qian Xunling spoke. "You have three seconds. All of you, come out, or you'll end up like them."

"Three."

"Two."

Before he could say the final number,

everyone inside came out one after another.

They were all elderly people, women, and children, no fewer than thirty in total.

The children covered their eyes and wept. Their cries sounded especially piercing in the basement, but they couldn't stop themselves.

"You bastard! I'll bury you with your father!" A child in the crowd suddenly charged out with a dagger. A white Soul Ring of several decades was floating beneath his feet.

The dagger was also highly sinister.

But before he reached Qian Xunling, he too was killed by a wind blade. Everyone was so frightened that they collapsed to their knees, not daring to breathe.

Bibi Dong's little face went deathly pale as she looked at Qian Xunling. Tugging at his pants, she said softly, "Martial Uncle, they don't all seem to be Evil Soul Masters. Should we let them go?"

Seeing Little Spider speak up for them,

Qian Xunling's gaze lingered on the women's dim, lifeless eyes. No one who had suffered torment but still wanted to live would show a gaze as calm as theirs.

It was as though they were waiting for the executioner's blade to fall. Moreover, not a single woman chose to ask for help; they merely held their children tightly.

"Boo-hoo!!!" The children were crying their eyes out.

Bibi Dong was affected by them. One hand gripped Qian Xunling's pants tightly, while the other pressed against her chest. Her heart ached, and she dared not look at them.

But Qian Xunling spoke again. "Second Soul Skill, Wind's Fallen Slaughter."

"Martial Uncle!" Hearing the words he spoke, Bibi Dong cried out in panic, "Don't!"

But it was too late. The wind blades struck, and no one in the basement was spared except the two of them.

Qian Xunling turned around. "Let's go, Little Spider."

"Martial Uncle, why did you kill all of them? They were crying so miserably. They must have wanted to live, and they weren't necessarily all Evil Soul Masters." Bibi Dong wept, looking at Qian Xunling in anguish.

Qian Xunling looked back and asked, "Then why didn't anyone beg for mercy just now? Was it because they didn't know how? Didn't they want to live? If it were you, Little Spider, wouldn't you beg for mercy?"

Little Spider was stunned. Those people's will to survive really had been far too weak, but her heart still ached. She said "but" several times, then bit her lip and said, "But they were about my age, Martial Uncle..."

"So what? They were the children of Evil Soul Masters. In the future, they would surely follow the same old path as Evil Soul Masters. That's a fact they couldn't escape. Have you forgotten the brat who summoned his Martial Soul and charged at me just now?" Qian Xunling shook his head and spoke with utter resignation.

"Little Spider, we're not saints who save the dying and heal the wounded. We're people of Spirit Hall who maintain peace on the continent." Qian Xunling rolled his eyes at Bibi Dong and said coldly, "Forget it. You wouldn't understand even if I told you more. Just remember that what we're doing now counts as eliminating Evil Soul Masters, and that's enough."

"All right, hurry up and follow me, or you'll stay here for the rest of your life," Qian Xunling said impatiently, heading upstairs.

If more people had asked for help just now, Qian Xunling might have considered sparing some of them, but things hadn't turned out that way.

Bibi Dong followed Qian Xunling, still unable to get over her anger. "I'm still very sad about what you did, Martial Uncle, so I've decided to hate you for one hour. Little Spider will hate you for the whole hour."

"Childish."

Qian Xunling set the basement behind him ablaze.

He took Bibi Dong away from the market.

Then he looked in the direction of Spirit Hall.

More precisely, in the direction of Death Canyon.

Qian Xunling was now level seventy-eight.

In another two or three months, he would reach level eighty.

It was time to prepare to hunt for his eighth Soul Ring.

Qian Xunling had long had an idea for that eighth Soul Ring: the Death Spider Emperor in Death Canyon.

He would obtain its death attribute.