Chapter 220: Soul Roar
Chapter 220: Soul Roar
When they arrived at the inn at the foot of the mountain, it didn’t take long before the sky began to brighten.
Scooping up some cold water to wash his face, Mu Feng didn’t rest. He quickly woke Uncle Fu, who was sleeping next door. Soon, the old man had the carriage ready. “Young Master Mu, if we leave now, we should reach Guangnan Town around noon to rest.”
“Good, let’s go!”
Mu Feng jumped onto the carriage and quickly pulled down the cloth curtain.
Under Uncle Fu’s control, the carriage soon rushed out of the inn and sped away, treading on the morning dew. Only then did Mu Feng quietly let out a sigh of relief and carefully bandaged his wounds. He was completely unaware that in a room on the second floor of the inn, a pair of clear, large eyes secretly watched his carriage depart.
A slender young woman quietly lifted a corner of the window curtain. She wore a tattered black robe, beneath which glimpses of her snow-white skin could be seen. She stood barefoot on the wooden floor of the second-floor guest room, the soles of her feet covered in blood blisters. Perhaps still shaken, her body trembled lightly. Only after Mu Feng’s carriage disappeared into the distance did she let the curtain fall back.
“Young Master Mu… from the Jianning Mu Family Manor?”
The Black-clad Woman murmured to herself. After pondering for a moment, she quickly busied herself. She changed into a new set of clothes and carefully examined herself in the mirror. Making sure nothing was amiss, she tried her best to act as if nothing had happened.
Sitting in the speeding carriage, Mu Feng quietly collected his thoughts. He took out paper and a brush, writing down three place names: Zhushan Mountain Peak, Mengzhu Inn, and Zhushan Temple. He circled them and remained silent for a long time.
The Jiuli Tribe woman who had suddenly appeared on the mountain peak, the hypocritical monk Jingxu, and the somewhat strange innkeeper couple seemed to have some inexplicable connection. Even the pitiful, watery Li Niang made him feel instinctively uncomfortable.
He didn’t know if it was because of that Spiritual Soul night journey, where he saw her and Mu Qingyuan in that unsightly scene, causing him to be prejudiced against her, or if it was for some other reason.
“Was this just an accident, or was it a plot aimed at me, trying to use another’s hand to kill me, to have me die at the hands of that old bald donkey Jingxu?”
Mu Feng was full of doubts. A strong wind blew past the window, lifting the curtain. He saw the gloomy sky, with dark clouds rolling in. A massive storm was approaching.
From Jianning City to here, the journey had been safe and without any suspicious signs. He had originally thought the Immortal Sword Sect and the Blind Master had completely ceased their activities and that he had finally escaped them. He never expected such a thing to happen suddenly.
Strictly speaking, aside from the sudden snake blockade, this incident wasn’t directly aimed at him, but it was enough to put him on alert.
The trip to Jiangling Prefecture was clearly not going to be smooth sailing either!
“Power, formidable power, that is the true way!”
Mu Feng clenched his fist, took a few deep breaths, and cast aside the distracting thoughts in his mind. He slowly calmed down and took out the Blood Pearl from his pocket.
Facing unknown enemies, thinking too much was useless. The best way was to improve his own strength. As long as he possessed sufficient power, any secret plots or open schemes of the enemy would be nothing but paper tigers!
The small Blood Pearl contained the power of that old monk Jingxu. Blood energy surged within it, Yang Energy was vast, and the power fluctuations were stronger than any Blood Pearl he had condensed before. It seemed the old bald donkey had indeed put much effort into his cultivation over the years. Unfortunately, in the end, it was all for someone else’s benefit. His lifelong power had fallen into Mu Feng’s hands.
After observing it for a while, Mu Feng quickly swallowed the Blood Pearl.
Soon, a vast power surged within his body, accompanied by a strong sense of resentment. Deep in his mind, the unwilling, fierce cry of the old monk Jingxu before his death sounded once again. The power released as the Blood Pearl melted ran wild, churning inside him like a stormy sea, stirring up waves of scorching blood energy.
This was Jingxu’s remnant soul, not yet completely dispersed, which had attached itself to the Blood Pearl and merged into his body.
“Hmph, you were no match for me while alive. Now that you’re dead, with just a mere remnant soul, do you still think you can turn things around?”
Mu Feng snorted coldly and fiercely agitated the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood within his body. Instantly, blood energy surged overwhelmingly, forcibly erasing Jingxu’s remnant soul. Soon, the vast power brought by the Blood Pearl gradually calmed down and fully integrated with his body.
The life force of an Elite Realm expert, how powerful it was!
Compared to an ordinary cultivator at the Mortal Realm Peak, it was almost ten times stronger. After merging with Jingxu’s power, Mu Feng felt his blood energy churning inside, his thoughts clear and unobstructed, and his Spiritual Soul growing stronger. With a single thought, he felt as if he could swallow mountains and rivers, plundering the very essence of heaven and earth.
The soul fluctuations of Uncle Fu, driving the carriage, and the passersby flashing by outside clearly entered his mind. They were like tiny figures sitting in small wooden boats, bobbing up and down in a vast, dark, and boundless sea. If he just reached out and pinched the air, he could erase their souls out of nowhere and seize their bodies.
Soul Seizure!
This was the faint power of Soul Seizure, a sign that he was about to break through to the Elite Realm.
Once he broke through the bottleneck and reached the Elite Realm in one go, he could attach his Spiritual Soul to another person’s body or perform Soul Seizure to be reborn.
What would that mean then?
It meant that even if his body was destroyed in battle, turned to dust and vanished, as long as his Spiritual Soul remained, he could avoid Samsara and be reborn through Soul Seizure. Reaching this step was a qualitative leap compared to cultivators in the Mortal Realm.
At the Mortal Realm Peak, the focus was on knowing destiny and pursuing the Unity of Heaven and Man. The Elite Realm, however, was about plundering the essence of heaven and earth, even the lifespan of all things, seeking immortality. Elite Realm, as the name implied, meant being among the elites, a world apart from ordinary mortals subject to birth, aging, sickness, and death.
In some ancient sects, no matter how outstanding a Mortal Realm disciple was, they were still considered ants that could be sacrificed at any time. Only after breaking through to the Elite Realm would one truly step into the threshold of cultivation!
Why did some Elite Realm experts, who had clearly cultivated for thousands of years, have faces and skin that looked like a baby’s?
It wasn’t because their cultivation techniques were particularly powerful, but often because they had found a superior Cauldron and performed Soul Seizure to be reborn. This was also why, in the Great Thousand World, some children were different from a young age. They weren’t born especially clever; rather, their small bodies housed souls with thousands of years of experience!
“Killing and plundering truly are the true ways of cultivation!”
Feeling the changes in his body and Spiritual Soul, Mu Feng raised his head and let out a silent roar. Instantly, centered on the speeding carriage, everyone and every living being within a ten-mile radius felt a sudden, inexplicable palpitation in their hearts, and their consciousness wavered.
Ancient Witchcraft—Soul Roar!
Using one’s own Spiritual Soul as the foundation, it forcibly shakes and erases the souls of enemies, killing without a trace!
This was the ability of an Ancient Soul Great Witch, specifically attacking the souls of enemies. When cultivated to the extreme, a single roar on the battlefield could turn millions of enemies into idiots.
After using the Ancient Witchcraft soul-gathering technique and obtaining the remnant soul and memory fragments of an Ancient Soul Great Witch, Mu Feng had long been exposed to this ability. But only at this moment, after his Spiritual Soul power had surged, could he finally unleash it.
Mastering just one ability of a Soul Great Shaman had already greatly increased his strength. If he were to break the Seal on the Ancestral Sorcerer’s Essence Blood and comprehend the third level of the Blood Refining Art, what kind of scene would that be?
The Blood Pearl, condensed from the old monk Jingxu’s life force, did not allow Mu Feng to break through to the Elite Realm in one go, but it still brought powerful strength. It filled him with anticipation for his future cultivation!