Douluo Continent: Taking Tang San as a disciple, with a ten-thousand-fold return for teaching him.

"Please, spare my life!!!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The man kowtowing and begging for mercy was an elderly man around sixty years old. He seemed to have just awakened his martial soul, and there were still fluctuations of soul power on his body. His aura seemed to be even stronger than that of the middle-aged man on the ground, yet he appeared extremely humble at this moment.

Chen Luo merely glanced at the old man indifferently, then turned his gaze back to the middle-aged man: "See? Your master has agreed as well."

The middle-aged man's eyes had lost their luster, and he nodded numbly at the end.

Flander's hand landed on the old man's head, and the old man's body trembled violently. His face was filled with terror, his mouth trembled involuntarily, and his body began to shake uncontrollably. He stopped kowtowing and dared not make any more big movements.

"Should we kill him?" Flander asked calmly.

Chen Luo shook his head: "A person should keep their word. If you say you'll exchange your life for another, then you should exchange your life for another."

"it is good."

Flander responded calmly, but a terrifying surge of soul power erupted from his hand, engulfing the old man's entire body.

"what!!!!"

The old man let out an extremely painful scream, and then collapsed to the ground like a rag doll. He was not dead and still had a faint breath, but there was no trace of soul power fluctuation in his body.

"gone."

Chen Luo strode out of the alley, his face expressionless, as if nothing had happened. Flander and Zhao Wuji did the same.

The middle-aged man lying on the ground struggled to get up, his body flashing with green light as his wounds healed rapidly. He glanced indifferently at the old man on the ground, wrapped his black robe around himself, and immediately followed Chen Luo and the others.

"Master, can you tell me the reason now? What's so special about that person?" Zhao Wuji asked, his tone slightly low.

Chen Luo knew that Zhao Wuji was a little unhappy. Anyone would be unhappy in his situation. As a Soul Saint, he was being bossed around by a lousy master whose strength was far inferior to his own. If it weren't for Flander, Zhao Wuji probably wouldn't have paid him any attention. It would be quite good if he could exchange a few words with him occasionally. Zhao Wuji basically talked to Flander.

"There's nothing special about it, it just makes building the academy much easier for us, and we can even create more simulated training environments," Chen Luo said slowly.

"Ok?"

Seeing Zhao Wuji's bewildered expression, Chen Luo continued.

"His martial soul is a rather special elemental martial soul, the Wood Spirit. His body is in that state because of the mutation of his martial soul, but it is highly likely that his martial soul was originally a mutation."

"Because of their strange appearance, they are easily treated as outcasts, ostracized, or even hated. In the end, most of them become slaves."

Zhao Wuji immediately asked, "Isn't he a Soul Master? And a Soul Venerable at that? How could he possibly become a slave!"

Chen Luo said, "He wasn't like that before. I guess because of the mutation of his martial soul, his innate soul power level wasn't very high, maybe level one or half? He was directly treated as a piece of trash."

"It's a miracle that he was able to cultivate to the Soul Venerable level. If his Martial Soul mutation had developed in a positive direction, how could his Soul Power level at this age have remained at the Soul Venerable level?"

At this point, Chen Luo's lips curled into a subtle smile, tinged with a hint of self-deprecation: "Martial Soul mutation is a gamble with fate, but most people lose miserably. It's never us choosing fate, but fate choosing us."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, his previously indifferent expression softening considerably.

Chen Luo said, "These are just my guesses. We'll have to ask the person in question for the specifics."

The middle-aged man had caught up long ago and had been silently following behind.

The middle-aged man was quite surprised when he heard about what happened to him, but he slowly lowered his head.

When he saw that something about him needed to be verified, the middle-aged man immediately stepped forward.

“Master is right, I am a slave, and my innate soul power level is only half a level…”

Chapter 27 The Evil Soul Master Appears!

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze fell upon the middle-aged man.

Flander and Zhao Wuji were both slightly surprised, especially Zhao Wuji. He glanced at the middle-aged man, then immediately looked at Chen Luo. His rugged face seemed to have the words "disbelief" written all over it. His gaze finally fell on the middle-aged man again, wanting to get further confirmation.

Chen Luo smiled faintly and said, "No need to call us masters. My name is Yu Xiaogang, this is Flander, and this is Zhao Wuji. Just call us by our names."

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback, as if it was the first time he had received such respect.

Chen Luo asked, "What's your name?"

The middle-aged man immediately replied, "My name is Que Zeyu, Master."

Chen Luo said seriously, "I already said, you don't need to call us masters."

"What I said to you in the alley just now was just to provoke you. From now on, you are free. We need your help with some things, and of course, we will pay you enough."

Que Zeyu's dark green eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked excitedly, "Are you telling the truth? I'm a free man now?"

Chen Luo nodded vigorously: "From now on, you are no longer a slave."

"With your regenerative abilities, removing the slave mark from your forehead should be quite simple, right?"

Que Zeyu appeared extremely excited and nodded vigorously.

A flash of green light appeared on Que Zeyu's forehead, and the special mark on his forehead disappeared.

"thump!!!"

Having completed the change of identity, Que Zeyu knelt on the ground with immense gratitude, and then kowtowed three times to each of Chen Luo, Flander, and Zhao Wuji.

"Thank you so much!" Que Zeyu said, his eyes red with tears, expressing his heartfelt gratitude.

Chen Luo helped Que Zeyu up: "You are already a Soul Master, a noble Soul Master that countless people dream of. You should have broken free from that foolish slave contract long ago."

"I……"

Que Zeyu was still very agitated and hesitated to speak.

Zhao Wuji curled his lips slightly, already showing some impatience. He had no interest whatsoever in this so-called "change in identity," and even found it somewhat ridiculous and boring.

"Tell me about your past."

Zhao Wuji said calmly, and took another step forward.

The streets here are relatively remote, and few people pass by, so there's no chance of attracting a crowd.

Seeing Zhao Wuji walk forward, Chen Luo and the others immediately followed, while Que Zeyu remained at the very back. After briefly composing himself, Que Zeyu began to recount his past.

"My experience is similar to that of my master... Yu Xiao..." Que Zeyu found it difficult to change his form of address for a moment, appearing rather embarrassed and awkward.

Chen Luo said, "Just call me Master, that's what everyone calls me, although I don't know if I'm worthy of that title."

"Flander is the dean, and Zhao Wuji is the vice dean."

Que Zeyu nodded and continued, "My experience is basically the same as what the master said. My innate soul power level was only half a level, so I was directly identified as an ordinary person who could not cultivate. However, awakening my martial soul caused my body to mutate and I became a monster."

"That year, no one in our village had reached the first level of innate soul power. They actually blamed me for it. The whole village said I was unlucky. Under pressure, my parents abandoned me. On the third day after I was driven out of the village, I was kidnapped by slave traders and became a slave."

"Later, he bought me and I became his slave. He used special methods to help me cultivate and improve my soul power. Otherwise, I would never have been able to reach the Soul Venerable level in my life."

"A special method? What method?" Chen Luo interrupted Que Zeyu, his brows furrowing slightly.

Que Zeyu said, "He can extract the essence blood of soul beasts, and after I consume it, I can accelerate my cultivation speed."

"Extracting the essence blood of a soul beast? Does that mean he can also extract the essence blood of a human soul master?" Chen Luo asked immediately.

Que Zeyu shook his head slightly: "I don't know about that. His whereabouts are unpredictable. He only finds me when he needs me."

Zhao Wuji then spoke up, "His strength is clearly much greater than yours; he should be a Soul King."

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji looked at Flander, who nodded. After receiving Flander's confirmation, Zhao Wuji looked at Que Zeyu again.

"A Soul King using a Soul Venerable as his henchman?"

Que Zeyu said, "I am not good at fighting. I am just someone he uses to scare people. When he encounters someone weaker than me, he is intimidated by me. When he encounters someone stronger than me, he will take action."

“If he encounters someone he can’t handle, he’ll just run away. This isn’t the first time he’s abandoned me. He always managed to escape before, but this time he’s met you guys.”

"Have you been doing these kinds of shady things all along?" Chen Luo asked.

Que Zeyu nodded: "Yes, after following him, we've been doing robbery and plundering. Our targets are mostly ordinary people, but occasionally we'll choose Soul Masters."

"After successfully robbing the valuables, he would have me deal with them. Those who were chosen as targets were probably all killed."

Upon hearing this, Chen Luo unconsciously clenched his fists, cursing himself inwardly: "I'm such an idiot, how could I let an evil soul master go?"

Que Zeyu's previous master, the old man who was captured by Flander, that guy was most likely an evil soul master!

Those who use improper cultivation methods to engage in evil cultivation, and who enhance their strength by devouring soul power, soul rings, spiritual power, flesh and blood, soul, and martial soul, are called evil soul masters.

That old man fits the description perfectly!

Robbing money was secondary; what that old man really wanted was human flesh and blood!

"Fortunately, Flander is shrewd and directly crippled that old guy's soul power. Once his soul power is destroyed, it's practically impossible for him to cultivate again..."

"But that's hard to say! I'm such an idiot!"

As Chen Luo turned the corner, he was still filled with regret when a familiar figure appeared in his field of vision.

It was that old man!

He's still around here!

……

alley.

Lang Xingsheng was cornered against the wall, staring at Chen Luo and the others in extreme fear.

"What...what are you trying to do? Didn't you say you'd spare my life?" Lang Xingsheng asked in a trembling voice.

Chen Luo said, "Yes, I'll spare your life, but only by one life."

Lang Xingsheng: "..."

Chen Luo stopped joking and asked directly, "Are you an evil soul master?"

Upon hearing the words "evil soul master," Lang Xingsheng froze, then quickly shook his head: "No, I'm not!"

"Don't listen to the nonsense spouted by that lowly slave, Que Zeyu!"

"You lowly creature, have you been talking badly about me to the adults?"

"My lords, you must never believe the words of a lowly slave! I am not some evil spirit master!"

Chen Luo only said one sentence, and Lang Xingsheng's emotions immediately exploded. He tried to explain, and even pointed at Que Zeyu behind him and cursed, which seemed to imply that he was trying to cover up his mistake.

Humans are like this; when faced with life and death or things that are extremely taboo, their emotions are most likely to break down.

Flander then spoke up, "Just kill him. He's showing signs of soul power fluctuations again, which means he must have used an improper cultivation method to recover his soul power."