The Spirit Hall's search was intensifying. Although Ling Ye was not afraid, bringing Zhu Zhuqing along would still make him too conspicuous.
Moreover, his next plans are not suitable for her to participate in.
He settled Zhu Zhuqing in a small town that was far enough away from Wuhun City and relatively safe, and bought a secluded courtyard.
The night was deep and quiet, and the room was dimly lit.
Zhu Zhuqing had just finished her cultivation, and a faint mist still clung to her body. Her cold and beautiful face appeared somewhat softer in the candlelight.
After being tempered by immortal herbs and with Ling Ye's help in breaking the seal and obtaining her third soul ring, she is now a level 37 Soul Master, and her strength is vastly different from before.
Ling Ye pushed open the door and entered, his gaze deep as he looked at her beautiful profile.
How could he not understand the girl's feelings after spending so much time together?
That gratitude, dependence, and quietly growing affection were almost written in those gradually melting purple eyes.
Hearing the noise, Zhu Zhuqing turned around and saw Ling Ye. Her face flushed slightly: "What's wrong?"
Ling Ye walked up to her, said nothing, but simply reached out and gently stroked her smooth cheek.
The touch was warm to the fingertips, with a heart-pounding sensation.
Zhu Zhuqing's body stiffened slightly, but she did not dodge. Her eyelashes trembled and her heartbeat quickened involuntarily.
She seemed to sense something was amiss; a hint of panic flashed in her purple eyes, but more than that, there was anticipation and shyness.
"I'm going to be away for a while," Ling Ye said in a deep, magnetic voice.
Zhu Zhuqing looked up abruptly: "Where are we going? Is it dangerous?" Her tone carried a concern she herself was unaware of.
"A perfect place to hone your skills." Ling Ye didn't say it explicitly, his fingers gliding across her chin, lifting her delicate face. "Before I return, focus on your cultivation here and wait for me."
His gaze was so aggressive that Zhu Zhuqing felt her cheeks burning and her breathing became rapid.
She looked into Ling Ye's eyes, which seemed to see right through people, and finally gently closed them, her long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.
This is a tacitly approved signal.
Ling Ye lowered his head and kissed those two slightly cool lips.
Zhu Zhuqing was terrified.
Unexpectedly, Ling Ye could accelerate her soul power.
Moreover, this kind of pulsating sensation
It made her feel happier than ever before!
Let the soul power circulate even faster!
Five times! Ten times! Twenty times!
"Ling Ye! Wait...!!"
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The candlelight flickered, filling the room with springtime warmth.
When everything calmed down, Zhu Zhuqing curled up in Ling Ye's arms, her cheeks flushed like a ripe peach.
She felt the strong heartbeat of the man behind her and his warm embrace, and her heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of security and a sweet flutter.
She knew she had completely fallen for him, both physically and emotionally.
"Wait for me to come back." Ling Ye kissed her smooth forehead, then got up and dressed.
"Mmm," Zhu Zhuqing responded softly, her voice gentle and sweet. "You... be careful."
Ling Ye smiled, didn't turn around, and his figure disappeared into the night.
Having left the comforting embrace of women, Ling Ye's gaze returned to its calm and sharp intensity.
His next target is the darkest and most chaotic killing city on the Douluo Continent!
It is a paradise for the fallen, a slaughterhouse where soul skills cannot be used; one can only rely on the most primal fighting instincts and physical strength.
For him, that place was the best place to hone his combat skills, condense his killing intent, and plan to acquire the legendary killing domain in the future, and then purify it with holy light into a unique sacred domain!
Based on his vague memories of his past life and his inquiries along the way, he arrived at a desolate town on the northwestern border of the continent.
The atmosphere here is completely different from the outside world.
A faint smell of blood and decay filled the air. Few people were on the streets, and those who were there had fierce eyes and carried the air of desperados.
The town's only pub was a smoky, noisy, and violent place.
Ling Ye's arrival immediately attracted many ill-intentioned glances.
He looked too "clean" and didn't fit in here.
He walked straight to the tavern counter and tossed a bag of gold soul coins at him: "Give me a cup of Yellow Spring Dew."
The bartender was a gloomy old man. He glanced at the money bag, then looked Ling Ye up and down, grinned to reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth, and poured a glass of murky, dark red liquid that emitted a pungent, fishy smell, and pushed it over.
Ling Ye didn't even glance at the drink, but simply said, "Tell me how to enter the City of Slaughter."
The bartender chuckled: "Want to get in there? Sure, but first prove you deserve to live."
As soon as he finished speaking, several fallen soul masters who had been unable to restrain themselves for a long time surrounded him with sinister smiles.
"Kid, you think you can go to the Killing City to die with your delicate skin? You might as well leave your money and your life behind first!" A burly man with a scarred face reached out and grabbed Ling Ye's shoulder, his Soul Emperor-level soul power emanating from him.
However, before his hand could even touch Ling Ye, he felt a tightness in his wrist!
Click!
A sickeningly crisp sound!
Ling Ye had already grabbed his wrist behind his back without him noticing, and with a gentle twist, his entire arm was twisted at a strange angle!
"Ah!" Scarface let out a pig-like scream.
Ling Ye's eyes were icy cold. His other hand shot out with lightning speed, grabbing his neck and lifting him up like a chicken before slamming him to the side!
boom!
Scarface's burly body slammed into a table, splashing food and drinks everywhere. He passed out without even uttering a sound.
The whole process happened in the blink of an eye!
The tavern fell silent instantly. Everyone who had been itching to make a move froze, staring incredulously at the young man who remained standing at the bar as if he hadn't done anything.
What terrifying power! What incredible speed! The Soul Emperor is like a toy in his hands!
Ling Ye flicked non-existent dust off his hands and looked at the bartender again: "Now, are you qualified?"
The bartender's smile vanished, replaced by a look of seriousness and apprehension.
He gave Ling Ye a deep look, then pulled out a black token from under the bar, on which was engraved a ferocious skull.
"Keep walking along the Black River behind the town, and you'll see a black castle. Show your token, and someone will guide you." The bartender tossed the token to Ling Ye. "Good luck, kid. That… is the real hell."
Ling Ye took the token, didn't even glance at the unconscious Scarface on the ground or the other silent Fallen Ones, and turned to walk out of the tavern.
Behind him, the tavern was deathly silent until he walked away, at which point a heated discussion and gasps of shock erupted.
Another formidable character has arrived!
Following the directions, Ling Ye traveled along a black river that emitted a foul stench.
The surrounding environment grew increasingly desolate until finally, a massive castle, entirely black and forged from black iron, exuding a dense aura of death and blood, appeared at the edge of his vision.
Slaughter City!
He gripped the token in his hand, his eyes burning with excitement rather than fear.
This will be his next testing ground.
Without hesitation, he strode toward the black castle that symbolized death and slaughter.
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