Chapter 66 - Soul Search!

rved Leng Yan’s actions and realized the inevitable clash was about to unfold.

The soul banner fluttered, ghost souls enveloping the area. With each defense against the Sun Essence Wheel, thousands of ghost souls disintegrated into ashes.

Lin Fan’s fierce souls had already been obliterated by Leng Yan, leaving only some ghost souls. The soul fusion technique required fierce souls or higher to be executed.

“It’s not too late to hand it over now!” Leng Yan exclaimed, sending three water dragons crashing forward with a wave of his hand.

Furious, Lin Fan leaped up, launching several massive black palm imprints to meet the water dragons head-on.

Explosions resonated continuously…

Leng Yan and Black Tiger pressed forward, while Lin Fan looked for a chance to escape.

“Blood Sand!”

Seizing the offensive, Lin Fan forced Leng Yan back and used the soul banner to fend off Black Tiger. With a shout, he scattered a handful of blood sand.

The blood sand spread out, clouding the vision of Leng Yan and Black Tiger. Black Tiger roared, ready to charge through, but Leng Yan noticed the sand particles were poisonous and potentially explosive, akin to Fiend Thunder.

“Don’t go.” Leng Yan quickly stopped Black Tiger, then circled around the obstacle.

Expecting Lin Fan to have fled far, they were surprised to see him intercepted by Chu Jianfeng in the distance, the two locked in battle!

“Let’s see where you run now!” Leng Yan grinned with satisfaction, quickening his pace. In a flash, he reached the duel’s location, with Black Tiger close behind.

“Don’t you want the soul fusion technique? If you help me kill him, I’ll give it to you!” Lin Fan was truly caught between a rock and a hard place. Seeing Leng Yan catching up, he quickly devised a plan to enlist Leng Yan’s help, hoping to deal with the current crisis and come up with a solution later.

Leng Yan wasn’t fooled; he knew exactly what Lin Fan was plotting.

“If it were someone else blocking your way, I might consider it, but this is my brother, so, you understand… haha!” Leng Yan laughed mockingly, joining the battle with his Azure Sky Sword.

With Leng Yan and Black Tiger already making it hard for him to hold on, the addition of Chu Jianfeng left Lin Fan even more overwhelmed, making numerous mistakes. Before long, his body was covered in wounds.

“If I can’t survive, neither will you! We’ll die together!” Lin Fan, driven to desperation, intended to self-destruct, hoping to take Leng Yan and the others with him.

“Self-destruct, huh? You’re not qualified for that!” Leng Yan’s face darkened as he sensed Lin Fan’s intention. The Spirit of Desire transformed into fine threads, wrapping around Lin Fan. Although Lin Fan’s gaze flickered, showing signs of resistance, Leng Yan quickly deployed the spirit-fixing needle to lock Lin Fan’s spiritual awareness.

Leng Mo, summoned by Leng Yan, rushed into Lin Fan’s sea of consciousness, while Leng Yan pressed forward, placing his palm on Lin Fan’s crown, forcibly conducting a soul search by projecting his spiritual awareness into Lin Fan’s sea of consciousness.

As Leng Yan’s spiritual awareness entered Lin Fan’s sea of consciousness, he saw a Blood-colored Altar glowing, with Lin Fan’s soul trapped inside, and Leng Mo waiting outside for Leng Yan’s command.

As soon as the soul search was complete, Leng Yan planned to perform soul possession, claiming this body for himself.

“What are you going to do?” Lin Fan’s soul shouted, trembling.

Maybe Lin Fan wasn’t afraid of death, but now, he had no chance of dying. What awaited him was the agony of a soul search.

“What am I going to do? Do you really need to ask?” Leng Yan’s spiritual awareness pierced into the Blood-colored Altar like a sharp sword, crashing into Lin Fan’s soul.

As a disciple of the Soul Refinement Sect, Lin Fan’s soul might have been much stronger than that of an average person. However, Leng Yan’s soul had become a body of belief and had fused with the soul power of an Asura, exponentially increasing its strength.

“Ah! I’m willing to hand it over myself, please stop! It hurts!” Lin Fan screamed in agony.

“Too late!”

Leng Yan’s spiritual awareness forcibly sifted through Lin Fan’s memories, every image, sound, and text streaming into his own sea of consciousness.

“Now, you can die.” After reviewing Lin Fan’s memories, Leng Yan detonated his spiritual awareness, shattering Lin Fan’s soul, while Leng Mo seized the opportunity to occupy his sea of consciousness, becoming the new master of the body.

Though he lost a sliver of spiritual awareness, Leng Yan deemed it a gain in exchange for Lin Fan’s life. He organized Lin Fan’s cultivation techniques and then transmitted them to Chu Jianfeng via spiritual awareness.

The two men delved into the techniques and were immensely pleased. The “Soul Refinement Technique” paired with the Nine Yin Fiend God Technique offered a perfect synergy.

The Soul Refinement Technique strengthened the soul using the Yang Energy of heaven and earth, whereas the Nine Yin Fiend God Technique absorbed the soul power of ghost souls.

Ghost souls inherently possessed dense yin evil energy, which, if not refined to purity, could allow Yin Energy to invade the soul. Now, with the integration of Yang Energy, a balance was achieved-Yang Energy burned away the Yin Energy, maintaining the purity of the soul’s power.

The highlight was the soul fusion technique within the Soul Refinement Technique, which involved inscribing a formation with essence blood on a magical treasure. This formation could communicate with certain rules of the way of heaven, allowing the souls within the magical treasure to merge their powers.

“You have the netherworld ghost banner already; let me have this soul banner. I’ll modify the formation, and then it’s ready to use,” Chu Jianfeng said with a smile, beckoning Lin Fan’s soul banner into his hand.

“You’re straightforward; I was going to give this treasure to Leng Mo. But since you asked, it’s yours!” Leng Yan laughed.

“Hehe! Can’t help it, you’re loaded with treasures,” Chu Jianfeng chuckled foolishly.

“Leng Mo, how is it? Are you adjusting to the body?” Leng Yan asked, glancing at Leng Mo, still covered in wounds.

Upon hearing Leng Yan’s words, Leng Mo struggled to open his eyes, then moved his limbs slightly and coldly replied, “Master, this body is alright, but the wounds do hurt a bit!”

Leng Yan smiled, finding a healing elixir and handing it to Leng Mo, “Take this, and the pain will go away!”

Leng Mo took the elixir, channeling his essence power subtly to dissolve its effects, and his wounds began to heal rapidly.

“Take this magical treasure. Use it for your protection,” Leng Yan said, handing the golden purple bell from his waist to Leng Mo, instructing him to perform the blood recognition.

Gazing at the golden purple bell in his hand, Leng Mo seemed deep in thought, yet his eyes betrayed a strong sense of gratitude.

“Thank you, Master!” Leng Mo replied respectfully, as he put away the golden purple bell according to Leng Yan’s instructions.

Although Leng Yan wasn’t particularly accustomed to the term “Master,” he knew that to ensure their loyalty, certain measures were necessary. This title subtly reinforced their allegiance.

After returning Leng Mo to the netherworld ghost banner to continue his cultivation, Leng Yan turned to Black Tiger and said, “Our enemy is dead, and there’s no grievance between us, so there’s no need to fight. I will take my leave now.”

Black Tiger let out a low growl, appearing somewhat reluctant. A wisp of black mist rose into the air, sketching a few words.

“You saved my life this time. Everywhere I go, I become a target, so I willingly choose to follow you and become your weapon spirit.”

“My netherworld ghost banner can only hold ten weapon spirits, so I can’t accept you,” Leng Yan admitted with a hint of disappointment, as the demonic path magical treasure he had was solely the netherworld ghost banner, which had its limits.

“You can come with me! You’ll be the main spirit of this soul banner, and we’ll conquer the world together,” Chu Jianfeng exclaimed, delighted that Leng Yan could not take the Fiendish Soul Black Tiger. He ran over to Black Tiger, affectionately hugging its neck.

“Alright, I’ll follow you then. Make sure to protect me well!” Black Tiger sketched a few words once more.

Chu Jianfeng beamed, assuring, “Don’t worry, I will definitely protect you.”

Afterward, Chu Jianfeng performed the blood recognition of the soul banner, then bit his fingertip to draw a talisman for sealing the weapon spirit, pressing it onto Black Tiger’s forehead.

Subsequently, the Fiendish Soul Black Tiger disappeared into the soul banner, sealing its fate as the future lord of all demonic beasts to be revered by countless others…