Chapter Forty-two Conspiracy

  In the next two days, Zong Yin continued to cultivate his soul power with the venom of the queen bee in the afternoons. However, as he reached Soul Apprentice Seventh Level, the speed of his cultivation slowed down once again. By the time the venom wore off, Zong Yin was only able to form four new strands of soul power.

  After the toxicity of the queen bee had passed, Zong Yin began to practice his soul power micro-control. The two blades of soul power under his control could already accurately behead each killer bee without relying on the help of the air stone. Occasionally, Zong Yin would still condense the air in his eyes and feel the sensation of the airflow moving. He was still somewhat unwilling to give up; he didn't believe that a cultivator couldn't sense the external air without an air stone, while he could only sense the air within his own body.

  Finally, under everyone's expectation, the second monthly trial began. With the experience of the previous time, this time everyone became familiar with the road and determined to guard their own martial arts platform after the competition, carefully observing each opponent.

  Twenty-fifth stage of martial arts platform, ninth batch of appearance, this is Zong Yin's appearance number for this time.

  It was just this position that made Zong Yin feel somewhat uncomfortable, as it was the exact center of the entire square, and standing here made him feel uneasy all over.

  In that inexplicable feeling of discomfort, it was soon Zong Yin's turn to take the stage. His first opponent was a tall and majestic Soul Master, who left a deep impression on Zong Yin. It seemed that his pair of fists were even more formidable than Iron Fist, with genuine physical defense and attack. Ordinary people couldn't withstand his punches at all.

  If it were placed in last month's monthly trial, Zong Yin might not have had any confidence, but this time, he saw the hope of victory. As soon as he took the stage, Zong Yin was decisive and mobilized his Qi, his eyes suddenly becoming extremely spirited, even with a hint of deep blackness.

  The air flowing around his opponent suddenly became clear and visible, only to see that his body was full of solidified air, like armor wrapping him in it. The only exception was the dark and dim air at his lower abdomen, with a hint of color flowing out.

  Zong Yin smiled slightly, and his eyes returned to normal. This was the strongest ability of the Qi Bo Stone, which could sense a person's weakness through the aura around them. It was effective on others, but also on oneself. Zong Yin saw that his own aura was thicker than others, but it was loose and not as condensed as those of true powerful Soul Masters.

  Zong Yin's mind was still thinking about how to defeat his opponent smoothly, but the opponent had already launched a thunderous attack, swinging his fists and charging towards Zong Yin. The green texture on his fist actually made Zong Yin feel more at ease, after encountering several Blue Star Soul Techniques in a row, he didn't take Green Star's Soul Technique seriously anymore.

  A petrified arm suddenly appeared and heavily slammed into the opponent's fist.

  "Bang!" The two men took a step back at the same time, but the opponent stared at Zong Yin in horror. No wonder, a one-inch wide gash had appeared on his abdomen, and if it were any deeper, his internal organs would have spilled out. It was precisely Zong Yin's controlled soul power knife edge that, while clashing with his fist, also launched an attack, and what's more, attacked the opponent's weak point.

  His opponent's gaze at Zong Yin had become somewhat complicated, he had already guessed that Zong Yin was holding back at the last moment, otherwise his outcome might have been even more miserable. However, it was impossible for him to admit defeat so easily, perhaps it was just a coincidence earlier? Unconsciously comforting himself, he calmed down and continued to charge forward.

  "Bang!" Another heavy punch, Zong Yin retreated two more steps, and his throat was filled with a hint of bloodiness. The opponent's strength was apparently above Zong Yin's.

  Seeing this scene, the contestants below the stage slightly shook their heads and didn't think much of Zong Yin. In their opinion, if Zong Yin's opponent launched a continuous attack on him, they believed that Zong Yin wouldn't be able to hold out for long and would lose.

  "I concede, thank you for sparing my life."

  But contrary to everyone's expectations, Zong Yin's opponent stood still on the ground and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. His face changed again and again, and finally he nodded at Zong Yin with some depression and chose to surrender.

  "What the...! Cheating! Clearly had the upper hand but surrendered? Referee! Don't you care about this?!"

  Zong Yin's opponent surrendered, and a student in the audience started shouting loudly. In his opinion, Zong Yin was clearly going to lose, so why did his opponent surrender?

  Two referees didn't even bother to look at the student and said casually, "If you have the ability, you can also cheat. We only care about winning or losing, not the means."

  Several powerful disciples around him glanced at the shouting disciple with disdain, looking at him with a look of watching an idiot. With their eyesight, they had naturally noticed Zong Yin's move and felt a few points heavier in their hearts.

  "Haha! I remember last time, there was a lowly person who spoke righteously about others, saying that without a master and without a family, nothing counts. It seems that relying on the former principal's relationship, this backdoor opened very easily."

  At this moment, Shen Peng's disgusting voice came from the crowd, and his face was full of sarcasm, with unspoken implications. Shen Peng's martial arts stage was next to Zong Yin's, seeing Zong Yin being ridiculed by others, he immediately became spirited, fanning the flames on the side, seeing Zong Yin make a fool of himself, it made him feel extremely pleased.

  "Wow! Look! A dog can actually say a person eats shit! How amazing!"

  Zong Yinman stared at Shen Peng in astonishment, as if he had seen something incredible.

  "Hah! Haha!"

  The crowd suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, staring at Shen Peng in surprise. At first, Shen Peng didn't react, but after a moment, he understood what Zong Yin was saying and suddenly became angry, his eyes reddening as he prepared to rush up and fight him. Just then, someone behind him lightly pulled him back, effortlessly lifting his several-hundred-pound body like a small chicken.

  It was the soul master who followed Shen Peng in the library at that time, and he was even stronger than Yang Jun. Shen Peng was not a brainless second-generation ancestor.

  "I originally thought you were someone of character, and I even admired you for a while. Who would have thought that we're all the same kind of people!"

  That student who was shouting earlier was reminded by Shen Peng and also thought of the overbearing side of Zong Yin, but now thinking about it, he felt a bit ironic.

  Zong Yifei ignored the white-eyed gaze, too lazy to bother with these sycophants who had lost their own subjective thinking, and walked off the stage after his victory was recorded.

  The man immediately followed behind Zong Yin, muttering and cursing under his breath, angrily climbing onto the martial arts stage, as if he was the next contestant.

  Perhaps his words were too unpleasant, so Zong Yin spared him. However, Zong Yin's opponent couldn't bear it and pulled the student's arm when they crossed paths, pointing to three deep and shallow wounds of the same size on his abdomen. Without saying a word, he shook his head at him and also left the martial arts stage.

  At the second strike of their exchange, Sōgen's two Soul Cutter blades simultaneously emerged and once again created two identical gashes on his abdomen.

  This is also why he didn't continue and chose to surrender, since Zonghui can control his soul power attacks so accurately, it's obviously easier to recreate him.

  Zong Yin didn't severely injure his opponent this time because in the previous match, he had accidentally killed one of his opponents while trying to defend himself.

  That opponent, he still doesn't know what his name is, he dares not to face him, and is also afraid to face him. For someone who has accepted the concept of rule of law for over twenty years, it's very difficult to accept that he killed someone. He is not familiar with the human body, and is very afraid that if he is not careful, the soul power knife blade will pierce into the vital parts of the opponent's body, causing them to suffer serious injuries again, leading to death.

  Some of the students looked at the back of the man who had just left, and immediately understood that they had been used. They glared at Shen Peng fiercely, but when they wanted to find Zong Yin's figure again, he was nowhere to be found.

  "Alright! I'll give you 3,000 gold coins as payment! Go and help me kill him!"

  Shen Peng originally wanted to see Zong Yin's joke, but unexpectedly he was ridiculed by him instead. His piercing gaze stared at the soul master who was pulling him from behind.

  A strange glint flashed in Bai Zheng's eyes, and after a moment, he nodded. Although Zong Yin's previous move was quite good, the difference between a Soul Slave and a Soul Master couldn't be easily erased.

  A student with an ordinary appearance standing a hundred meters away from Bai moved his ears, and the white soul technique pattern slowly faded from behind his ears. Taking advantage of no one noticing him, he quickly wrote down a line of words on his palm, pressed his palms together, and a white pattern appeared on his palm, after which his palm returned to its original cleanliness.

  If Zong Yin were here, he would definitely be shocked and speechless. This person is actually using two purely auxiliary soul techniques! And they are the legendary White Star soul techniques that have been extinct for a long time! What's even more unacceptable is that this person has obviously reached the level of a Soul Master, yet wasted a Soul Stone slot to cultivate two White Star auxiliary soul techniques!

  Ao Fei was like a proud rooster, leaning against the wall of the Soul School with an air of nonchalance, constantly trimming his nails with a file. Suddenly, a white pattern appeared on his palm, and a line of small words emerged: "Number Three, Reasonable, Zong Yin, Assist?"

  A fierce gleam suddenly burst out of his eyes, Ao Fei's mouth curled up with a cold smile, and quickly wrote down the words "Full Force Kill!" before the white texture on his palm disappeared, then continued to trim his fingernails as if nothing had happened.

  Later on, among the new students, five of them who had reached the Soul Master's strength simultaneously had a white pattern appear in their palms.

  "Assist Number Three, target is Zong Yin."