Chapter 79: Let Others Worry

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"Hoo~"

Zeng Yi exhaled heavily. The howling wind suddenly ceased, the dust dispersed, and blood splattered on the nearby weeds as he swung his sword, slowly sheathing it.

"Hiss~"

His tense spirit relaxed, and Zeng Yi moved his body, feeling a fiery pain in his back. He couldn't help but take a cold breath and tremble.

During the recent battle, Zeng Yi's back was struck brutally by the thorns of the Soul King, piercing through his torn clothes and leaving his flesh bloody. Initially, he didn't feel much due to the adrenaline, but now that the fight was over, the pain engulfed him, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Fortunately, I won."

Turning around, his silver eyes had turned into a deep, pitch-black color as Zeng Yi looked at the corpse of the Soul King, letting out a sigh of relief.

Luckily, this Soul King's martial spirit and soul skills had no outstanding features. His own sword, the Ronin Sword, easily cut through the thorns. If it were a defense-oriented Soul King, Zeng Yi might not have been able to win.

However, this was just the weakest Soul King, and there was nothing to be happy about defeating him.

Just...

Looking at the devastated land, Zeng Yi furrowed his brows.

He knew that he had caught the attention of an unknown force, and the days ahead would not be easy.

Sending a Soul King on the first attempt, what's next? A Soul Emperor? Then a Soul Sage? And after that, a Soul Douluo? Please spare me; I'm just a Soul Elder!

Thinking about this, Zeng Yi helplessly shook his head.

He had barely enjoyed a comfortable life before he had to return to a life of Ronin. What a messed-up world!

Walking to the side, Zeng Yi picked up the sword he had thrown earlier, sheathing it and then approaching the corpses of the individuals.

Next came the highly anticipated looting.

As experts of the Soul Elder and Soul Ancestor, they must have had considerable wealth, especially with a Soul King among them.

Zeng Yi quickly cleaned up the battlefield and only found some gold soul coins on these people. Considering they were just mercenaries, it was already good to find some money on them.

However, Zeng Yi did find a spatial spirit guide on the body of the Soul King. It looked like a ring.

He infused his soul power into the spirit guide and sensed its interior. The spatial spirit guide was not too large, only about three cubic meters of space inside. There were no spirit treasures or medicinal herbs, just miscellaneous items and some gold soul coins.

This situation actually disappointed Zeng Yi. It seemed like those novels were deceiving when it came to looting; there were no powerful treasures, techniques, or mysterious fragments.

Huh, what's this?

From the spatial spirit guide, Zeng Yi took out a token and examined it. It was exquisitely engraved with beautiful patterns and three characters carved on it.

Hall of Martial Souls!

Seeing these three characters, Zeng Yi's pupils involuntarily contracted, and his heart trembled.

Am I being targeted by the Hall of Martial Souls?

Did I do something to the Hall of Martial Souls? Why are they targeting me like this?

Zeng Yi was completely puzzled. Then he looked at the corpses of the people he just killed.

Oops, I guess I have done something.

But Zeng Yi couldn't help it. He couldn't just stand there and let others attack him; it's not in his nature.

Why did your Hall of Martial Souls provoke me? I didn't plan on being your enemy. Do you have to push me into opposing you? Tang San alone is enough for you to handle, and you still want to provoke a time traveler like me? You must have lost your minds!

Zeng Yi couldn't help but complain in his mind.

Then, he wrinkled his brow, gripping the handle of his sword tightly. Just now, he had sensed the presence of another enemy in the wind.

Is there someone else?

Being cautious of his surroundings, Zeng Yi was not in a good condition. His soul power was almost depleted, and if another Soul King were to come, he would be defeated today.

After a while, no figure appeared, and after feeling the disappearance of that breath, Zeng Yi's tense heart finally relaxed.

I can't stay here any longer.

This thought flashed through his mind, and his body swiftly moved in one direction, leaving this devastated place behind.

"Xiao Ju!"

Zeng Yi arrived where Xiao Ju was, calling out softly. Then, the space on top of a boulder twisted, and a cute furry cat head appeared out of thin air. It was Xiao Ju.

"Meow~"

Seeing Zeng Yi, Xiao Ju happily meowed and leaped towards him. Zeng Yi caught Xiao Ju stably, holding it in his arms.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Zeng Yi gently stroked Xiao Ju's head, saying softly, but his voice sounded weak.

Seeing Zeng Yi's weak aura and pale face, Xiao Ju's furry face showed a worried and anxious expression. It kept rubbing against Zeng Yi's chest, looking at him with expectant eyes.

"Hehe, you're worried about me, huh? I didn't raise you in vain," Zeng Yi chuckled.

"However, these days we won't have a nice place to stay or delicious meals for you to eat." Zeng Yi looked at Xiao Ju and sighed, a hint of desolation flashed in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Ju. We have to wander again."

"Meow~"

Xiao Ju jumped onto Zeng Yi's shoulder, rubbed against his cheek, and extended its warm, soft tongue to lick his face, as if comforting Zeng Yi.

Xiao Ju's appearance made Zeng Yi smile. He touched it and softly said, "You will always be by my side, right?"

"Meow~"

"With you here, I won't feel lonely. Hahaha," Zeng Yi laughed heartily.

"Then let's go! Let's start our next journey!"

Under the night sky, Zeng Yi's shadow stretched long under the moonlight. On his shoulder sat the shadow of a cat, preventing him from feeling lonely in this desolate world.

Inside the main hall of Suotuo City, the Suotuo Martial Soul Hall Shrine.

In a room, a middle-aged man sat on an exquisite wooden chair. In front of him was a refined desk, and behind him, there was a window over three meters tall. The moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the entire room.

In front of the desk, a figure in a black robe kneeled on the ground, bowing their head, waiting for the middle-aged man to speak.

"What did you just say?" the middle-aged man asked casually. Although his voice sounded relaxed, there was a sense of awe and a hint of anger in it. The pressure of his aura forced the person kneeling below to tremble, perspiring profusely.

"The whole team was wiped out, killed by a guy named Zeng Yi," the black-robed person replied in a trembling voice.

Bang!

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, slamming his hand fiercely on the desk, shattering it into pieces. The papers on the desk flew everywhere, and his surging soul power was released invisibly. Soul rings quietly rose from his feet, yellow, purple, and black, eight soul rings radiating with brilliance.

This man was a Soul Douluo-level soul master with eight rings.

Under the pressure of his Soul Douluo-level aura, the black-robed person was pressed to the ground, trembling as their whole body shook.

"A Soul Elder killed three Soul Elder, two Soul Ancestors, and a Soul King? Are you trying to make a fool out of me?" the middle-aged man coldly questioned, causing the black-robed person to be thrown against the wall, spewing a mouthful of blood.

"I, I saw it with my own eyes. That person killed them all alone without any assistance. If there is any deception, I am willing to die," the black-robed person trembled, crawled up from the ground, knelt down again, weakly stating.

"Worthless! All of you are worthless!"

The middle-aged man cursed furiously. The black-robed person knelt on the ground, trembling, not daring to speak.

In the room, papers fluttered as one landed in front of the middle-aged man. He reached out and grabbed it.

He dissipated his soul power, and the soul rings disappeared. The room returned to calm.

"You may leave," the middle-aged man said indifferently.

"Yes." Hearing this, the black-robed person respectfully responded and quickly left the room.

After a while, the middle-aged man turned his body, facing the window, looking at the bright moon. He took out the document and read the information written on it.

Zeng Yi, fifteen years old, wielded a tool martial spirit named Ronin Sword. Soul power at the 35th level of Soul Elder, Soul ring configuration yellow, purple, purple, sword art expert, proficient in knife techniques, possesses wind manipulation ability, suspected member of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, disciple of Sword Douluo.

"Fifteen years old, Soul Elder level, two thousand-year soul rings, invincible among the same level. Able to kill a team consisting of a Soul King. Impressive!" the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh.

If someone had told him before that a Soul Elder killed a team with a Soul King, he would have scoffed, even with just killing a Soul King alone. But now, he had no choice but to believe it, because the dead were his subordinates.

Having such strength is definitely not something an ordinary force can cultivate.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, with such a monstrous talent hidden within, they were truly secretive!

"Forget it, I should report this to the higher-ups and let them deal with it!"