Chapter 45: Escaping Death (First Update! Seeking Collection and Recommendations!)

  "Thousand Worries will update at 6 o'clock. Alas, in six hours I can only write more than 7,000 words. My hands are too short! Going to sleep now, and there will be a second update as soon as I wake up. There's also a third update tonight, I've really worked hard, hoping that brothers can help Thousand Worries out, those with money can support financially, those without can show their support in person, please recommend and collect many! Thank you! Good morning everyone, goodnight."

  When this soul master who was displaying the Red Star Assisting Soul Technique blocked his path, Zong Yin understood that he had lost the opportunity to continue escaping.

  He no longer hesitated, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light. With the two soul power shields in front of him, he charged forward like a raging bull, his two soul power knives hovering beside him like venomous fangs, waiting for the perfect moment to strike a fatal blow.

  His opponent raised an eyebrow, not dodging or flinching. The corner of his mouth hooked upwards, and with a swing of his arm, the blood wings behind him stirred, automatically condensing into a shield in front of him.

  Instinctively, Zong Yin felt that this blood shield was unusual, but unfortunately his speed was too fast, and by the time he thought of dodging, it was already too late, and he crashed head-on into the blood.

  At this time, Zong Yin just paid the price for his recklessness. He felt like he had fallen into a swamp, and the blood around him seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making every move he made require all his strength.

  The soul master who trapped Zonghui snorted, drew out a blood-constituted spear from the Blood Shield with his hand, and stabbed it into Zonghui's head without hesitation. They had delayed for too long and must settle Zonghui immediately before leaving.

  "I refuse to accept it! I won't accept it!"

  Zong Yin stared intently at the long spear that was getting closer and closer to his head, a strong sense of unwillingness rising from the bottom of his heart, letting out intense roars, wanting to break free, but unfortunately, Zong Yin's physical condition was already poor, unable to move, could only watch as the spear rapidly approached him.

  The long spear flashed by, his head shook violently, a warm stream slowly flowed down from his head, and then another hot blood splashed on his face.

  Zong Yin, who had thought he was a goner, suddenly discovered that the blood spear had merely grazed his forehead, leaving a deep gash on the left side of his forehead that extended all the way to the ground. The soul master, on the other hand, stood with his head bowed, staring incredulously at the bloody hole that had suddenly appeared in his chest.

  "Serves you right! You know your own strength is weak now! Hehe, thanks to this brother, I've settled the score now. A life for a life, we're even."

  Yang Jun casually pinched the heart in his hand, letting the blood splatter everywhere, staring at Zong Yin with a schadenfreude expression.

  As the person who cast the Soul Technique died, the thick blood suddenly turned into normal blood. Zong Yin was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a thud. He stared at Yang Jun's smiling face, then without saying another word, his Soul Blade flashed out quickly, chopping off the finger of the Soul Master who had cast the Red Star Soul Technique, which was wearing a Nà Jiè ring. Zong Yin hid behind Yang Jun's back.

  "Big brother! Little brother didn't disappoint the mission! I risked serious injury and managed to bring them over without arousing their suspicion! The rest is up to you now! Little brother can't hold on anymore, I'm outta here first! Big brother, good luck!"

  Zong Yinsi, standing behind Yang Jun, was afraid that others wouldn't hear his voice, so he used all his strength to shout loudly. Immediately afterwards, he disappeared like a gust of wind into the darkening twilight, leaving behind a group of completely stunned Soul Masters.

  "Damn it! I told you to rejoice in my misfortune! If you had come a few minutes earlier, I would have been dead! You've got me on edge! My little heart is still racing! Hmm, speaking of which, can Yang Jun handle all those soul masters by himself? Ah... definitely no problem! They're just soul masters with auxiliary skills, I can take down one, he won't be able to? Let that mad dog go and fight them! As for me, a seriously injured patient, I'd better head home and rest!"

  His feet didn't slow down as he rushed back to his dorm, muttering to himself. Although he was a bit worried about Yang Jun's safety, he thought again and realized that Yang Jun's strength was much greater than his own. If a soul apprentice like him could hold on for so long, let alone Yang Jun, the mad dog. His own safety was more important anyway, and it was impossible to let him go back now.

  At the same time as seeing that team of vague night patrolmen in the darkness, Zong Yin also darted into his own dormitory door.

  "My day, a fractured bone has been dislocated! Ah! Next time I must cultivate a soul-healing technique!"

  After rushing into the dormitory, Zong Yin was panting heavily, and his whole body relaxed. After calming down, he found that every part of his body ached, and the fractured bones in his hand were even more dislocated. He gritted his teeth tightly and used the flow of air to reset the dislocated bones. The energy from the Qi stone immediately wrapped around the wound, and the ribcage on his chest slowly returned to its original position under the push of the internal energy. This process was a kind of torture, and Zong Yin almost bit through his own teeth.

  After simple treatment of all the wounds on his body, Zong Yin also ignored the blood stains all over his body and lay in bed in a big character shape. His intact left hand grasped a roasted chicken and tore at it randomly. With the movement of his breath, the intense hunger inside him was almost driving him mad.

  "The defect of this Qi Bo Shi is more serious than the sequelae of returning to one's ancestors. If I couldn't find anything to eat afterwards, would I... would I end up eating myself?"

  Zong Yin's eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and the Qi Bo Stone was indeed a double-edged sword. Although its effects were powerful, the aftereffects were really too unbearable. He was afraid that one day, when food was scarce, he would be so hungry that he would eat himself away.

  Among the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Zong Yin held a chicken leg in his hand and bit half of the chicken meat in his mouth, falling asleep soundly. Having gone through a whole day of training, he was already overloaded with spiritual energy and soul power after the intense battle, feeling extremely exhausted.

  Several hours later, a strong sense of hunger once again awakened Zong Yin, and his instincts continued to chew the remaining chicken in his mouth, desperately swallowing it into his belly.

  "Has your hand recovered almost completely? Ah, this is much better than the Healing Soul Technique after all. The Healing Soul Technique consumes the potential within one's body, whereas the Spirit Stone consumes spirit energy. Unfortunately, this hunger feeling... is unbearable for me."

  Zong, who had just woken up, was surprisingly delighted to find that his previously fractured hand bones had recovered by more than half and could even move slightly. While marveling at the powerful effect of the Qi-stone, he couldn't help but spit out a few words about his hunger.

  "Endure for a while, it's really lacking effective materials and can't improve your situation. Wait until the central hub is formed, maybe it will be better."

  After listening to Zong Yin's complaints about the shortcomings of Qing Shi for countless times, Hun Yu's face, as the founder of "Soul Realization", also looked somewhat embarrassed, with a hint of apology in his tone, and said weakly.

  Zong Yin didn't continue to pick up the conversation with Hun Yu, he also knew that Hun Yu had done his best. After all, this was a brand new way of thinking about the method, and it was impossible for there not to be any problems. Now, wanting to change anything would only drag things out further, taking one step at a time. Who knows, maybe it really would get better when the Central Qi Stone condensed, after all its main function was to regulate the body's balance. Only Zong Yin didn't have an ounce of faith in that.

  Zong Yin slightly recovered and put away other thoughts, preparing to continue taking out food from the Nascent Ring to satisfy his hunger.

  Who would have thought that in an instant, a bloody palm suddenly appeared, with some other food stains still stuck to it. Suddenly, Zong Yin's stomach churned violently, and he fiercely threw away the broken arm in his hand, starting to dry heave crazily. If not for the fact that the food in his belly had already been converted into gas, he would have vomited until he was a mess.

  "Ugh... damn it, I'm so freaking cheap! I never want to eat meat again!"

  Just thinking about the food he had swallowed before, which might also have the blood on his palm, made Zong Yin's face look very colorful. He repeatedly rinsed his mouth with juice several times, and then reluctantly took off the ring from the palm, and took out another finger wearing a ring from his pocket. After removing the ring, he roughly wrapped up the palm and finger with something and threw them into the corner, out of sight, out of mind.

  Try to make yourself not think that these two Nāzhēn were taken from someone else's severed limbs, Zōng Yǐn attempted to infuse his own soul power into them, but unfortunately, his soul power intensity was lower than the previous owner's soul power intensity, even if the opponent was already dead, he still couldn't open the opponent's ring.

  Fortunately, although Zong Yin's soul power intensity was low, another soul in his body had a high enough intensity.

  Qing Mo Yu lent a hand and helped Gongzi Ying successfully erase the soul imprint on the two Na Rings. After that, he poured out everything inside the Na Rings.

  Zong Yinhad a splitting headache all of a sudden, what the heck is all this?! There were roots, stems and leaves of various plants, body parts and blood of animals, several kinds of strange stones... those materials could be for cultivating soul techniques, but the most outrageous thing was that there were even women's undergarments inside! Except for those clothes and books which looked relatively normal, not a single item was something a normal person should carry around!

  He ignored all the clutter and opened a few books to see if they were what he was looking for, but unfortunately, they ended up disappointing him. They contained information about some characters, strange texts and pictures. Based on his experience, these should be ciphers to prevent them from falling into someone else's hands and being easily understood.

  "What the day! Who are these people?! Shen Peng's two hundred and fifty underlings can have so many masters?! How strange! The soul techniques in their hands are all exaggeratedly powerful, but they don't even have any cultivation soul techniques or law decisions! Ah, either the red star's assist soul technique or shattered heart strike would be enough for me!"

  He tossed the book in his hand to one side, let out a sigh, and fell back onto the bed weakly. Initially, he had taken back the Na Ring from Bai Zheng and that person for their Soul Skills. The Shattered Heart Strike, a Soul Skill that took effect internally, was currently the attack method he lacked the most. The unrecorded Red Star Assisting Soul Skill made his heart skip a beat. To sum it up, whether it was the Blue Star's Shattered Heart Strike or the Red Star's Blood Assisting Soul Skill, both made him envious to no end. Unfortunately, in the end, he still gained nothing.

  "That piece of red bone is problematic."