The Evil Soul Master's Invitation

Explosions and screams rose and fell in the distance.

Worried that something had happened to Hui Ye, the deacon took the lead and charged out, followed by Lao Si and the Evil Soul Master whose shoulder Hui Ye had burned.

"You two, hurry up and keep up. Forget it."

Finding them too slow, the deacon grabbed them by the shoulders and raced through the woods with them.

They covered the several kilometers in two minutes, arriving in a nearby grove.

As far as the eye could see, the dead and wounded littered the scene, with severed limbs everywhere.

The Zhou Clan had suffered heavy casualties. Almost all its Soul Masters with three rings or fewer had been wiped out.

More than half of the four-ring Soul Masters had also been killed or wounded, leaving five.

There were two five-ring Soul Masters in total, and neither was hurt.

The Zhou patriarch was a Six-Ring Soul Emperor. He had not made a move throughout the battle, instead watching from the side and analyzing the weaknesses of Hui Ye's Soul Skills.

Staring fixedly at Hui Ye, the Zhou patriarch was stunned.

This brat's Soul Skills are too strange. He's blown himself up no fewer than a hundred times, so how is he still so full of life?

Could his Soul Power really be unlimited?

"Lord Deacon, that's him," the Evil Soul Master said, pointing at the ten-year-old boy in the middle of the battlefield.

Several explosions had left a massive crater ten meters deep beneath Hui Ye's feet.

The deacon's heart blossomed with joy.

I've found a treasure. This brat's potential is limitless; he'll definitely become a pillar of our Holy Spirit Cult in the future.

Such destructive power. I like it.

The Zhou patriarch had to admit that they could do nothing against Hui Ye.

Whether freezing, lightning paralysis, or other attack Soul Skills that inflicted abnormal conditions, none worked on him.

Physical methods were even more useless. One self-detonation took care of them.

The Immortal Body Soul Skill was simply too shameless.

"How about we shake hands and make peace?"

The Zhou patriarch was utterly unwilling. Today, not only had the clan suffered heavy losses, but it had also lost all face.

If word got out that the Zhou Clan couldn't even beat a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster, how could they get by in the future?

The businesses that had signed cooperation agreements with the Zhou Clan would probably all pull their investments and run.

But what could they accomplish by continuing to fight?

Wouldn't it just cost more Zhou Clan members their lives in the end?

The remaining four- and five-ring Soul Masters all kept their eyes fixed on Hui Ye. Whenever he approached, they immediately scattered to escape the blast radius.

"Damn it, what should I do?" The Zhou patriarch was torn.

Hui Ye wasn't in the least bit anxious. His life wasn't in danger anyway, and he had plenty of time to play with them.

Seeing that the two sides had reached a stalemate, the deacon stepped out of the woods, clapping his hands.

"Interesting. Kid, I admire you. Join us."

Hui Ye glanced at him. "And you are?"

The Evil Soul Master stepped out from behind the deacon, rather like a fox borrowing a tiger's might,

"This is our Lord Deacon. Kid, I advise you to know what's good for you, or else..."

The deacon glared at the Evil Soul Master. "Is it your place to speak?"

The Evil Soul Master hurriedly shut his mouth and retreated behind the deacon.

"Your Soul Skills are very special. Once you join our Holy Spirit Cult, I'll recommend you to my superiors and have you made a core member.

"When that happens, plenty of resources will be directed your way. That's far better than struggling to cultivate on your own."

The deacon watched Hui Ye with a smile, his eyes burning.

Before this, if Hui Ye had encountered an Evil Soul Master, he would have charged straight in without another word and unleashed a little combo of self-detonations.

In his battle with the Zhou Clan just now, he had also found his own shortcomings.

Self-detonation was powerful, but what if his opponent kited him?

The deacon before him looked to be quite high-level.

He might not be a major figure in the Holy Spirit Cult, but he could definitely speak to its higher-ups.

Someone in his position would have at least six or seven rings.

With the Zhou Clan and him currently at a stalemate, he might as well seize this chance to kill with a borrowed knife.

He could also infiltrate the Holy Spirit Cult as an undercover agent, killing two birds with one stone.

"Evil Soul Masters!" The Zhou patriarch's expression changed drastically.

Evil Soul Masters were notorious on the Douluo Continent, reviled by both gods and men.

"Kid, think carefully. Joining the Holy Spirit Cult is no different from courting death."

The Zhou patriarch was terrified that Hui Ye would lose his senses and fall into becoming an Evil Soul Master. Once he joined the Holy Spirit Cult, how could the patriarch shake hands and make peace with him?

If he didn't slaughter the entire Zhou Clan, that wouldn't be the way of an Evil Soul Master.

"Does my lord really think so highly of me?" Hui Ye feigned surprise.

The Zhou patriarch's heart skipped a beat. Judging by Hui Ye's tone, he was clearly tempted.

"If you dare join the Holy Spirit Cult, you'll be making an enemy of the entire Douluo Continent. From then on, there'll be no place for you anywhere on the continent."

The Zhou patriarch hurriedly tried to persuade him. "Why don't we join forces and capture these Evil Soul Masters? The credit will all be yours, and the grudges between us will be wiped clean from this day on. What do you say?"

Hui Ye scoffed. "You make it sound as if your Zhou Clan is so righteous.

"You buried five hundred lives just like that. Do you really think you're good people?"

"Kid, need a hand?" The deacon swept a cold gaze toward the Zhou patriarch.

The latter felt a chill spread through his body. Damn it, I can't see through his level. His strength is above mine.

"All right." Hui Ye nodded.

"You..."

The Zhou patriarch's face changed drastically. He hadn't expected Hui Ye to actually agree.

"Zhou Clan, retreat at once!"

The Zhou patriarch shouted, circulating all his Soul Power as he fled.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"

The deacon let out a low shout and turned into a black shadow, giving chase in the direction the Zhou patriarch had fled.

The remaining Zhou Clan disciples were also surrounded by the squad of Evil Soul Masters the deacon had brought.

Before long, the deacon returned carrying the Zhou patriarch's head. He casually tossed it to the ground, where it rolled twice.

"Have you made up your mind? As long as you join our Holy Spirit Cult, no one will ever dare bully you again."

"This junior is Huo Yuhao. Greetings, my lord." Hui Ye bowed respectfully.

"Hahaha, good. Come with me."

The deacon patted Hui Ye on the shoulder and smiled.

"My lord, where are we going?" Hui Ye asked.

"Why, I'm taking you back to the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters to be properly nurtured. Your aptitude is good, after all. The important figures in the cult will surely like you."

"Thank you, my lord, but..."

"But what?"

The deacon's face immediately fell, and he thought Hui Ye had changed his mind.

Hui Ye hurriedly explained, "I'm afraid I can't just yet. I have to go back to Shrek Academy."

"You're a student at Shrek Academy?" the deacon asked in surprise.

"That's right. I'm a new student at Shrek Academy. I took leave these past few days to hunt for my Second Soul Ring, and my leave is almost over."

"Then there's no rush."

The deacon pondered for a moment, then took out an iron token and tossed it to Hui Ye.

"This is a token of the Holy Spirit Cult. Remember, don't show it to people casually."

Hui Ye caught the token and put it away. "Thank you, Lord Deacon."

The deacon continued:

"By the way, have you heard of Tang Ya? She's also a student at Shrek Academy and the current sect master of the Tang Sect. She has the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

"If possible, help me persuade her to join the Holy Spirit Cult as well.

"Her Martial Soul is very important to the Holy Spirit Cult. Unless it's necessary, I really don't want to use force to take her away."

Hearing this, Hui Ye was instantly delighted. He thumped his chest and declared confidently,

"Lord Deacon, what a coincidence! I happen to know her. Rest assured, I'll definitely help you with this."