The headquarters of the Martial Spirit Hall, the meeting hall of the Pontiff's Palace.
"Reporting to the Pontiff, Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Heaven Dou Empire's Fasno Province, has sent a message." A man in black rushed into the meeting hall with a respectful expression.
"Since when do you have to report to me the news of a deacon?" The cold voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.
It was a woman in a luxurious black robe inlaid with golden patterns. She wore a nine-song purple gold crown and held a two-meter long scepter inlaid with countless gems.
She had fair skin and an almost perfect face, making her look so different from the rest. In particular, the invisible nobility and holiness exuding from his body caused people to involuntarily prostrate themselves in worship.
Bibi Dong, the current Pontiff of the Martial Spirit Hall, stood at the peak of the continent.
"Pontiff, I naturally wouldn't disturb you with ordinary news. But this time, Su Yuntao's message made me a little uncertain. After much deliberation, I decided to report to you. "The man in black half-knelt in front of Bibi Dong and said.
"Fine, tell me." Bibi Dong's cold voice drifted in the hall.
"This morning, Su Yuntao went to a village where he was to awaken the martial souls of the six year old children. However, when he arrived, he found that not only did the children awaken their martial souls, they all had 100-year soul rings and their soul power had all reached Rank 12. "
"After Su Yuntao asked, he found out that the person who helped the children awaken their martial souls was a person called 'boss' by the villagers."
The man in black looked at Bibi Dong and said slowly.
"Is he a merchant? What's his background? "Bibi Dong was interested and asked.
"I don't know." The man in black shook his head.
Seeing Bibi Dong frown, the man in black hurriedly added, "Su Yuntao didn't even have time to meet the so-called 'boss' before he was tricked by a twelve-year-old boy and swindled of eight hundred thousand soul coins. He was even seriously injured."
"What! A deacon of the Martial Spirit Hall was seriously injured by a ten year old child? Are all the people you chose trash? "Bibi Dong's scepter trembled. He was astonished and at the same time, he let out an angry snort.
"Your Majesty, Su Yuntao is a rank 30 Soul Grandmaster. He already has the qualifications to be a deacon in a remote area. The reason why he was so heavily injured is because this boy is already a Soul Exalt! "The black-robed man took a deep breath.
"An eleven or twelve year old Soul Exalt!"
Bibi Dong stared at the black-robed man with a serious expression, "Are you sure that boy is a Soul Exalt?"
"Su Yuntao doesn't have the guts to lie to me."
Feeling Bibi Dong's domineering aura, the black-clothed man hurriedly knelt down and immediately responded.
"If that's the case, then you must bring this eleven or twelve year old boy to me! For a Soul Exalt to be this young, there's definitely a lot of secrets on him! "Bibi Dong waved the scepter in his hand as he gave the order.
"Yes, Your Highness the Pope." The black-clothed man responded respectfully, got up, and quickly retreated.
At the same time, in the Holy Soul Village.
"Boss, are we leaving again?"
Looking at the Spatial Shuttle in front of them, Xiao Wu raised her head to look at Chu Bei and blurted out.
With the money that Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong had left behind, she, Tang San, and Wang Fan had all become Soul Ancestors from rank 21 Soul Grandmasters.
But not long after their cultivation had increased, their boss had summoned the Spatial Shuttle.
"You'll know when you get there. It's a good place."
Chu Bei left them in suspense. His trip this time was naturally to sign a contract with the next Rank 1 Agent.
— — —
An Yi Town was located at the intersection of the Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, and the Great Star Dou Forest.
Due to its special geographical location, An Yi Town was a no-man's land in the truest sense of the word.
Although this town was called An Yi Town, the people who lived here were not at ease. They even had to be on tenterhooks when they slept.
This was because it had another name: the City of Massacre!
"Boss, is this the destination of our trip? Why do I feel that this place is so eerie? "Tang San raised his eyes to look at Chu Bei and asked tentatively.
The town they were currently in wasn't very big, but the moment they stepped in, he felt that the atmosphere around them was a little strange.
He couldn't pinpoint exactly what was strange about it, but he felt that the people around him had a special chill to them.
"If you live here, your combat experience will be greatly improved in the shortest time possible." Chu Bei looked at Tang San and smiled.
Perhaps it was because he was a young man with three children, but Chu Bei's group of four quickly became the center of attention as they walked on the street.
"Boss, just tell us what this place is. These people are looking at us with very unfriendly eyes. "Tang San tugged at Chu Bei's arm and pointed at the people around them.
"Ignore them."
Chu Bei smiled indifferently. "You just need to know that this place could be the headquarters of our All-Heavens Shop. If we really choose to choose a location here, then we'll be the rulers of this place. "
Chu Bei's words were filled with confidence.
Hearing Chu Bei's words, Tang San, Oscar, and Xiao Wu looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
In the end, they still didn't know where this place was.
Under Chu Bei's lead, the group of four walked into a tavern.
The air in the tavern was very turbid, and all the decorations in the tavern were black.
Although it was still daytime, there was a cold and dark feeling when they walked in.
Looking around, about 30% of the seats in the tavern were filled. The air in the tavern was turbid, and very few people spoke. It was very quiet.
The arrival of Chu Bei's group of four successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the tavern, but most of them only gave them a quick glance before looking away.
"Sir, what would you like to drink?"
Before Chu Bei walked to the counter, a black-clothed waiter with an indifferent expression walked over.
"I'm not drinking. Just open the door." Chu Bei said with a faint smile.
"Sir, you must be joking. How can I open the door for you without passing the test?" The waiter's expression changed slightly.
"If you must drink something, then give me four cups of water." Chu Bei looked at the waiter calmly.
"Sir, are you sure you want to drink water?" The waiter's expression was completely gloomy, and his voice was cold.
"Where did this fledgling come from? He actually came here to drink water! Don't you know where this place is? If you've mistakenly entered here, quickly go back to where you came from. "
"Hahaha, hurry up and take your three babies home to suck their milk. Don't be so scared that you'll piss your pants. "
"This is the first time I've met such an idiot. Don't you know that the people here only drink human blood?"
…
In an instant, all kinds of mocking voices filled the tavern.
The customers seemed to have found a way to vent their depression, and unreservedly scolded Chu Bei.
Chu Bei glanced at the people around him, smiled, and ignored them.
After that, he led Tang San, Wang Fan, and Xiao Wu to an empty table nearby.
"San 'er, load up your Zhuge Divine Crossbows and give one to each of them."
Chu Bei looked at Tang San, and pointed at Xiao Wu and Wang Fan after he finished speaking.
"Alright!"
As he met Chu Bei's gaze, Tang San was confused. He didn't understand what he was trying to do, but he immediately executed his orders.
After that, Tang San retrieved a pile of finished components from his ring, which could be used as a substitute soul tool, and started to install them.
Not long after, Tang San installed the first Zhuge Divine Crossbow, which was equipped with several arrows.
After installing the first set, Tang San quickly installed the second set, and the third set.
"Little San, did you tinker with these while you were forging?" Wang Fan's mouth was wide open, and his face was filled with astonishment.
Xiao Wu was also astonished as she looked at Tang San's skillful movements, and her mouth was slightly agape.
"This little fellow seems to be quite interesting! This is the first time I've seen a weapon like this. It's really interesting. "
"Don't fight with me. I've taken a liking to this fellow. If anyone else has such thoughts, ask the sword in my hand first! "
"Haha, my blade has been thirsty for a long time. It's time for it to drink blood."
"Haha, with his skills, whoever gets him won't have to spend money to buy weapons in the future."
… …
Inside the bar, a bunch of burly men put down their chopsticks and stood up one after another. They moved closer to Tang San. Their expressions were filled with greed, and their eyes were filled with bloodlust.
"Boss, it's done."
Tang San glanced at the bunch of burly men who had gathered around him, and then lifted his head to look at Chu Bei.
After that, he kept one of the three Zhuge Divine Crossbows for himself, and gave the other two to Xiao Wu and Wang Fan.
Chu Bei nodded, and then lifted his hand and pointed at the burly men who were approaching. His voice turned cold, "Kill them."
"Uh …"
Chu Bei's sudden order stunned Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Wang Fan. They looked at each other, and didn't know what to do.
Obviously, they didn't expect that their boss would give them such an order.
"Hahaha, did you hear that? This kid wants the three kids to kill us? "
"This is the funniest joke I've heard since I was born. I'm dying of laughter!"
"Kid, I think you're tired of living. I'll use you as a blood sacrifice for my blade! "
… …
The group of burly men laughed wildly at Chu Bei's words, and their eyes were filled with disdain and ridicule.
Chu Bei still ignored the group of burly men, and his eyes paused briefly on Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Wang Fan. "Aren't you curious about where this place is? It's also called the Capital of Massacre. No one who comes here is free from death. Every one of them has at least ten people's blood on their hands. Because they were chased in the outside world, they fled here. To survive here, being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. "
After saying that, Chu Bei lowered his voice, "The way to survive is to never be merciful to those who deserve to be killed!"
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