Chapter Seventy-One: The Calamity

  Moving is really annoying!!!

  "Not bad, you've learned your lesson, at least you didn't pounce on me like a mad dog. You're very obedient and working hard to meet my requirements, good job, keep it up. Remember I'll be keeping an eye on you at all times, don't try anything funny, as long as you continue to listen, I'll reward you. This time I saved you, consider it a reward for your good behavior. Although I was able to save you this once, I won't be able to do it every time, so take care of yourself."

  Although the black shadow couldn't see its expression, its voice carried a condescending tone. At this moment, Zong Yin suddenly felt like he was a wild wolf being domesticated. As soon as it finished speaking, the black shadow dissipated into a wisp of black mist and retreated back into Zong Yin's mind.

  Taking a deep breath, Zong Yin's mind was completely filled with an almost frantic obsession. Taking advantage of the fact that the Queen Bee's toxin had not yet fully dissipated, he began to circulate the "Soul Return True Solution" to cultivate the remaining less-than-ten strands of soul power. The despairing aura attached to the Queen Bee's toxin could no longer take effect at this time. Zong Yin's longing for freedom in his heart reached an unprecedented peak under the stimulation of the reappearance of the black shadow.

  Without any surprise, Zong Yin successfully reached a thousand soul power, three soul blades flew out, as if three living creatures were flying and rotating around Zong Yin's body, seemingly not satisfied, another new soul blade was formed, joining the team of three soul blades.

  He didn't feel any difficulty at all, and the fifth and sixth Soul Blades appeared in succession. Zong Yin still felt that he was in control, until the seventh Soul Blade took shape, and only then did he feel a little busy and flustered. When Zong Yin wanted to continue condensing his Soul Blades, he found that new ones couldn't take shape. With his current soul strength, he could only form seven Soul Blades that guaranteed their power and intensity.

  A somewhat tired figure stood up, Zong Yin slowly stretched out his hand, intending to practice the tactics that had already formed in his mind.

  The Soul Blade disappeared, and the Soul Strings that required the assistance of the Qi Stone to exert its power stuck to Zong Yin's fingertips. As Zong Yin moved his fingers, the Soul Strings also moved, glancing at the Queen Bee beside him, the Soul Strings wrapped around her body. The Queen Bee seemed to have sensed something, flapping her wings and breaking out of the encirclement of the Soul Strings, buzzing strangely as she charged towards Zong Yin.

  Zong Yǐn's dual arms swiftly waved, the soul silk threads continuously blocking in front of the queen bee, wanting to entangle and trap it. However, the queen bee's speed and agility were not to be underestimated, no matter how the soul silk threads chased after it, they couldn't touch its body.

  The seven missing Soul Slayers reappeared, with the soul threads connected to the base of each slayer. The tactics that Zong Yin had thought out long ago unfolded accordingly. Under Zong Yin's control, the seven soul slayers connected by the soul threads danced wildly in the air. In Zong Yin's original plan, the seven soul slayers were supposed to be able to move according to his own thoughts, fully exerting their long-range attack capabilities. Unfortunately, it was just a plan, and with too many soul slayers, they had not yet unleashed their full power. The seven threads of soul energy were already tangled together like a messy ball of yarn.

  Although Zong Yin's control over his soul power had improved, he didn't have the skill to use it wholeheartedly, so his warriors could only fail.

  Zong Yin's tactics failed, and the queen bee flew around him with a pleased expression, seemingly mocking him.

  "I refuse to believe that! If Dongfang Bu Bai can wield a few needles with such mastery, why can't I wield my Soul Blade?!"

  He snorted, his bad mood and temper flaring up, the seven Soul Slashing Knives disappeared, leaving only four Soul Knives connected by threads of soul power, two in each hand, practicing the tactics of manipulating the soul knives.

  As expected, with the decrease in number, Zong Yin's control over the four soul blades connected by the soul power threads quickly rose. The entanglement errors of the four soul power threads also greatly reduced, although it was still impossible to harm or trap the Queen Bee, but it was already enough to force the Queen Bee to circle around several times before rushing into Zong Yin's body.

  Seeing the method was effective, Zong Yin's enthusiasm for practicing rose several levels. Just thinking about the soul blade flying out and then being able to sneak up behind the enemy under the control of the soul power thread made Zong Yin feel a thrill of excitement.

  It wasn't that Zong Yin didn't want to condense the Central Soul Stone after reaching a thousand strands of soul force, but rather that Hun Yu had entered a state of closed cultivation and without Hun Yu by his side to protect him, Zong Yin didn't dare to cultivate randomly. If something unexpected happened, he wouldn't even have anywhere to cry.

  Just as Zong Yin was practicing his Soul Slashing Sword, the demon army had already completed its raid on the two main cities. Almost every demon soldier had a human woman with a terrified face on their back, making strange cries of "Ahh", rushing towards their Chou Xiao Mountain Range.

  The nine small towns that had surrendered earlier were filled with people who stared blankly, and it was almost impossible to find any women over the age of ten in the cities. Countless children wailed helplessly, and the twenty-seven small towns lost not only their population but also all valuable objects and food, which were looted clean. Countless hungry crowds roamed the chaotic streets with red eyes.

  Yang Jun's hometown, Xuanjia City, had its countless six-sided defensive structures on the outer perimeter completely toppled. The entire city was left with only a range of less than three miles around the center of Xuanjia City still intact and undamaged. A woman in white clothing was leading the Book Name Yuanshen Masters to use their healing techniques to rescue the injured civilians.

  More wails came from under the collapsed building, filling her face with helplessness, and she looked in the direction of Jingying High School with some despair.

  Compared to Xuanjia City, Jiuhuan City is slightly better. After all, the nine circular city walls are not just for show. However, under the surprise attack of 200,000 demon troops, only three layers of the nine-layered city wall remain.

  "We've finally withdrawn."

  Zong Yue's body was covered in the blood of the demon tribe, standing on the high city wall looking at the retreating demon army, he let out a deep breath.

  "Master! Something's wrong! The third mistress..."

  Mu, who had always been respectful and composed, suddenly appeared behind Zong Yue with a look of extreme anxiety on his face.

  "What's wrong with Ya?"

  Zong Yue had a bad premonition when Mu Zongguan appeared, and when he heard the words "Third Madam", his whole body shook violently.

  Yesterday, under the old lady's instructions, Third Madam was driven back to her residence in the Sixth Ring by First Madam. Now...

  Mu Zongguan hung his head in shame, not daring to meet Zong Yue's gaze. After all, such a thing had happened in the mansion, and he had been completely unaware of it - it was his fault. The residence of Liu Huan was located within the range of the sixth ring wall, but now the Ninth Ring City only had three ring walls left, where was the Sixth Ring?

  "Hmph! Can't bear it! Can't bear her being here after all! She doesn't seek fame! Doesn't seek profit! Only hopes to stay by my side, waiting for his son to return! You still can't bear her presence! If you weren't my mother... If you weren't the princess's sister..."

  Zong Yue's vision went black, and he fell to his knees on the city wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood. If it wasn't for Mu Zongguan pulling him back in time, Zong Yue might have already fallen off the city wall. Overcome with grief and indignation, Zong Yue pounded the city wall in front of him, and to his surprise, two lines of bloody tears flowed from his eyes.

  "Heavens! What has Zong Yue done wrong?! Blood Guards, assemble! Those who are not afraid of death, follow me!"

  A palm strike squeezed out a gap in the city wall, and a sudden red glow burst forth from behind Zong Yue. The crimson soul technique pattern resembled an eagle's wings, covering his arms, and he jumped straight down from under the city wall. A three-horned bull let out a loud bellow, leaping high into the air to steadily catch Zong Yue, chasing after the retreating demon tribe.

  Seventy-two blood-armored cavalrymen with black and red stripes had just wiped the bloodstains off their armor when they heard Zong Yue's loud shout. They immediately formed a line, bringing rolling dust, and rushed out of the city gate, closely following behind Zong Yue.

  After practicing the Soul Blade for a whole day, Zong Yin finally headed to the cafeteria to replenish his food in the late afternoon. Today, Zong Yin seemed to have arrived a bit early, and many students who had just finished school were also gathered in the cafeteria. The entire cafeteria was like being filled with flies, making Zong Yin's body feel uncomfortable from the buzzing noise. He furrowed his brow, ordered a large amount of meat dishes, and stood aside waiting for the staff to prepare them. At this time, the discussion among several students caught his attention.

  "Today, the first of the month trial, Ao Fei has made his move! The Red Star martial soul techniques 'Flower Bloom' and 'Bone Transformation Palm' were all used, but surprisingly, he couldn't take down that 'Mad Dog'! Do you know why? Because that guy had already reached Soul Power level 3, and also cultivated a Red Star martial soul technique! When combined with the Blue Star martial soul technique 'Mad Devil Dance', its power was boundless. Even in a heavily injured state, he once again cut off one of Ao Fei's fingernails!"

  The student's voice was very loud, and his expression was extremely exaggerated. The surrounding students were all staring at him with excitement, as if the mad dog in his mouth was themselves.

  Zong Yin's eyebrows furrowed, and he naturally knew who the "mad dog" was, as well as that Yang Jun's soul power had broken through to the third level. However, he had no idea that this guy had actually cultivated a red-starred martial soul technique, and what's more, it was one that could gain an advantage over Ao Feng's martial soul technique!

  Zong Yin's heart, however, was lifted up. He was very clear about Ao Fei's background. If Yang Jun only had one Red Star Martial Soul Technique, he wouldn't be able to deal with Ao Fei. Zong Yin couldn't help but worry about Yang Jun's fate. Ao Fei wasn't a kind person and treated his fingernails as his life. In Yang Jun's already heavily injured state, the outcome was likely to be unfavorable.

  "What happened next? Did 'Mad Dog' Yang Jun win?"

  Just as Zong Yin was worried about Yang Jun, a student who was obviously an admirer of Yang Jun asked with full expectation.