Chapter 55: Soul Master? To Me, There’s No Difference!

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After securing the Vajra Bodhi Fruit, Lin Ye left the Thousand Treasures Herb Pavilion and headed towards Nuoding Academy.

As he walked, he held the fruit in his left hand, making a show of slipping it into his chest pocket.

However, in reality, he discreetly used his other hand to touch the jade pendant at his waist, stashing the Vajra Bodhi Fruit inside.

With everything in order, Lin Ye continued on his path.

But after a while, his brows furrowed slightly.

Someone was following him.

"Who's there?"

Feeling slightly on edge, Lin Ye maintained his calm demeanor, pretending nothing was wrong.

But as he took a turn, he subtly glanced over his shoulder.

With the activation of his spirit bone's ability—Double-Pupils Vision—the figures tailing him became immediately visible.

"Ah, it's them..."

Recognizing the familiar faces behind him, Lin Ye turned his head back, his brows knitting together slightly.

It was none other than Mark and his group of lackeys.

"Are they planning to ambush me?"

A cold smile tugged at the corner of Lin Ye's lips.

"Fine, I'll indulge them."

Originally, Lin Ye had intended to head straight back to the academy, but since Mark was being so persistent, it would be rude not to reciprocate.

With a calm face, Lin Ye continued walking. However, his direction slowly shifted—from heading towards Nuoding Academy, he was now walking towards the outskirts of the city.

"What's going on? Why is he heading out of the city?"

One of Mark's lackeys, confused by Lin Ye's route, voiced his suspicion.

"Out of the city? Even better! We can't make too much of a scene inside Nuoding, but once we're outside, we'll teach him a proper lesson!"

Mark slapped the lackey on the head, sneering.

"Come on, follow him!"

Trailing Lin Ye out of the city, they entered a forest. However, once there, Mark and his group suddenly lost sight of him.

"Huh? Where did that little runt go? Why isn't he here?"

Standing where Lin Ye had been just moments ago, Mark and his lackeys looked around in confusion.

"You guys looking for me?"

Just as they were frantically searching, a familiar voice sounded from above.

"Hm??"

Mark immediately looked up, followed by the others. Lin Ye was casually sitting on a thick branch of a tall tree, looking down at them.

Seeing their bewildered faces, Lin Ye pressed his right hand on the branch and leapt down, landing lightly on the ground.

"Why were you following me?"

As his gaze swept over Mark's group, Lin Ye clapped his hands and asked nonchalantly.

"Heh, kid, you should know why!"

Mark sneered, ignoring the question.

"Ah, payback, I see."

Lin Ye's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.

"Exactly! You've caused me a lot of trouble. Sure, I went along with your little bet because of your connection with Su Yuntao, but don't think for a second that I'll let you walk away from this unscathed. You may have won the bet, but no one takes what belongs to me that easily!"

Mark's face twisted into a sinister grin, his eyes full of malice.

"Boys, get him! Let this brat know who he's messed with!"

With a wave of his hand, Mark's lackeys stepped forward, summoning an assortment of soul weapons—wooden clubs, hoes, pitchforks, and the like. Brandishing their weapons, they advanced on Lin Ye with sneers on their faces.

Their coordinated movements, along with their burly frames, might have intimidated an ordinary person.

But Lin Ye remained calm, even going so far as to nonchalantly clean out his ear.

"Just you guys? You think you can handle me?"

"Kid, you don't know who you're dealing with. Just because you got lucky with that thousand-year-old jade, you think you're untouchable? Even if you've got someone backing you, here in Nuoding, my young master isn't afraid of anyone!"

A hulking man, with skin as dark as iron and muscles like a gorilla, grinned maliciously. He swung his wooden club and charged towards Lin Ye.

"Even if you're a soul master, with that scrawny body, you're no match for us."

But just as the club was about to hit Lin Ye's head, the brute's grin froze.

His club had been caught—firmly, and with one hand.

No matter how much force he exerted, the club wouldn't budge.

"W-What?!"

"You can barely swing that thing, and you dare mock my build?"

Lin Ye glanced up at the man, his eyes cold. With a swift pull, he yanked the brute towards him and delivered a powerful kick straight to his gut.

There was no holding back in that kick. The man's eyes bulged, and he was sent flying into a tree, where he crashed with a heavy thud before slumping to the ground, unconscious.

Having dealt with the gorilla-like man, Lin Ye didn't stop there. In a flash, he vanished from where he stood, reappearing in front of each of Mark's lackeys in mere moments.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

One punch, one kick—within seconds, each lackey was sent flying, crashing into the surrounding trees, their bodies sliding down to the ground as they fell unconscious.

"Did you really think you could take revenge on me with just this lot? You've seriously overestimated yourselves."

Having effortlessly dispatched the lackeys, Lin Ye turned to Mark, who stood frozen in shock, his face pale with disbelief. Lin Ye's face remained calm, but his eyes were filled with derision.

"Damn you, you little brat!"

Mark's fury exploded as Lin Ye's mocking gaze lit a fire in his heart. He clenched his fists tightly, his whole body shaking with anger.

A mere commoner dared to mock him like this?

"So what if you beat up some of my men? They were just hired thugs—I didn't want to dirty my hands. Do you really think that means you've won? I'm a soul master! You're no match for me!"

Mark's voice dripped with fury as he spat his words through clenched teeth.

"Oh? A soul master, you say?"

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise.

"But so what? Soul master or not, to me, there's no difference between you and these other fools."

His lips curled into a sneer as he spoke, his voice filled with mockery.

"You… you bastard! Don't underestimate me!"

Mark's face flushed red with anger. He couldn't stand it any longer.

"Feel my wrath! Black Armored Horse, possess me!"

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