High in the sky, a strange figure flew against the evening glow.
The black flying soul tool behind the figure spewed out crimson flames, moving at an extremely fast speed.
The purplish-red twilight fell on Zhang Peng's dark face with uneven eyebrows.
His deep purple eyes looked at the setting sun that was about to fall, his gaze flickering as if wondering what he was thinking.
Wang Lin, who was being carried by him in his left hand, was currently in the mood to appreciate the gorgeous evening glow.
Buzz!
Just at this moment, a trace of soul fluctuation came from the right side of the two.
Wang Lin and Zhang Peng came back to their senses and turned their heads to look simultaneously.
Beside them, Zhang Jian, whose whole body appeared semi-transparent, was currently waving his hands at Wang Lin.
A panicked look appeared on his fair face.
"Can't hold on anymore?"
Seeing that Zhang Jian could not continue to maintain the ethereal state of his first soul skill, faint spiritual fluctuations permeated from Wang Lin's body.
An invisible, streamlined mental barrier enveloped Zhang Jian.
"Phew, thank you, Brother Lin!"
Feeling the strong wind stop passing through his body, Zhang Jian, who was still in the ethereal state, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
The yellow soul ring surrounding him dimmed accordingly, and Zhang Jian's semi-transparent body became solid.
A mass of strange transparent phantom drilled out from Zhang Jian's body at this time.
"His martial soul is quite special after being purified by you."
Zhang Peng looked at Zhang Jian, who had already put away his martial soul.
"Indeed, but purification is actually a kind of weakening for his martial soul."
Wang Lin nodded and spoke.
Zhang Jian's original martial soul was called Resentful Soul.
It could strengthen itself by constantly harvesting the souls of living beings and merging them into the martial soul.
It was an Evil Soul Master martial soul with extreme potential.
Otherwise, Zhang Jian would not have been abducted into the Holy Spirit Cult by Evil Soul Masters.
His martial soul had great prospects and was extremely likely to become a core force of the Holy Spirit Cult in the future.
However, after Wang Lin purified the death aura in Zhang Jian's martial soul, the Resentful Soul naturally lost the "Resentment", leaving only the word "Soul", turning into a Soul-type martial soul that had almost never appeared before.
To say this martial soul is bad, it is, after all, a Soul-type, a special category that sounds high-end.
To say this martial soul is good, such a weak soul has limited influence.
Zhang Jian's strange first soul skill could only grant immunity to physical attacks.
As long as one touched Zhang Jian's martial soul with a bit of soul power, it could be easily shattered; its combat power was truly worrying.
The Resentful Soul martial soul before purification was somewhat like the Ghost Douluo of the first Douluo series.
But the Soul martial soul after purification was completely different; a pure soul found it difficult to affect the outside world and could only affect oneself.
"But after being weakened, at least he won't be misunderstood."
Zhang Peng's thick voice carried a trace of indescribable sadness.
"Misunderstanding is actually a small matter. Although the power of Zhang Jian's martial soul has been weakened, his potential is actually greater. A Soul is purer than a Resentful Soul."
Wang Lin did not notice the change in Zhang Peng's tone.
"The potential is indeed greater. Is this the reason you didn't choose that servant pet?"
Zhang Peng nodded in agreement.
The Resentful Soul martial soul was not unprecedented in the Holy Spirit Cult.
Those who possessed it advanced quickly, but none went far.
While harvesting souls to strengthen itself, this martial soul would also be affected by the harvested souls.
The further one went, the greater the influence, and it was extremely easy to turn into a madman.
"I didn't choose that Hong Juan because she had harmed people. If she hadn't harmed innocent people, I naturally would have kept her."
"Zhang Jian is innocent. Although his martial soul had death aura, it was innate. He never harmed anyone and was forcibly abducted to the Holy Spirit Cult."
Wang Lin explained.
"Just for this? Is being innocent or not so important?"
Zhang Peng was silent for a good while before speaking.
"Of course it's important. If I killed innocent people, what difference would there be between me and an Evil Soul Master?"
Wang Lin answered.
With nine years of compulsory education, plus seven years of high school and university study shaping his worldview, Wang Lin knew he wasn't a good person and had his own selfish motives.
But he would absolutely not harm innocent people.
Take Huo Yuhao for example.
He knew it wasn't right to want to snatch Huo Yuhao's opportunities, but when it was time to compete, he would inevitably compete.
However, he wouldn't kill Huo Yuhao, with whom he had no grievances, just to ensure he obtained the Skydream Ice Silkworm.
He couldn't do such a thing.
As soon as Wang Lin said this, Zhang Peng fell directly into silence.
This semi-Evil Soul Master, who had always been treated as an "Evil Soul Master", had unknown thoughts in his heart at this moment.
"How about it, Uncle Zhang? Do you want to accept a disciple? He is of your kind, and his martial soul attributes should be compatible with yours."
Wang Lin had been facing forward, so he naturally couldn't see Zhang Peng's expression behind him, so he spoke directly.
If Wang Lin remembered correctly, Zhang Peng's martial soul should have a Beast Soul ability, which could control absorbed soul beast souls, combine them with his own mental power and soul power, and condense them into Beast Souls.
It was an ability similar to acting as a jackal to the tiger, involving souls.
In a sense, it was indeed similar to Zhang Jian's Soul martial soul.
"Talk about it later."
For some reason, Zhang Peng actually didn't refuse verbally.
"Alright, time to go down and rest."
At this moment, the sky had already turned dark.
After saying one sentence, Zhang Peng immediately slowed down his flight speed and took Wang Lin and Zhang Jian down from the air.
They landed in a clearing within a Red Maple Forest.
Upon landing, Wang Lin and Zhang Jian consciously gathered firewood around them.
Zhang Jian hadn't heard the conversation between Wang Lin and Zhang Peng in the air; the wind was too strong for him to hear what they were saying.
Therefore, Zhang Jian naturally didn't know what Wang Lin and Zhang Peng talked about.
Otherwise, if he knew Wang Lin wanted Zhang Peng to accept him as a disciple, he would inevitably shake his head and refuse.
His martial soul was purified from Resentful Soul to Soul; Zhang Jian naturally felt his martial soul had become weaker, but he didn't care at all.
The reason was simple: he didn't want to become an Evil Soul Master.
In Zhang Jian's perception, Zhang Peng was an Evil Soul Master, and he didn't want an Evil Soul Master as a teacher.
Even if this "Evil Soul Master" had the cultivation of a Titled Douluo.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the two had gathered enough withered branches and dry leaves.
"Give them all to me!"
Seeing Zhang Jian struggling to hold the firewood, Wang Lin spoke.
It just so happened that his soul power and mental power had recovered partially.
Wang Lin's gray eyes became deep, and faint spiritual fluctuations permeated.
Invisible telekinesis surged from Wang Lin's body, landing on the firewood in Zhang Jian's arms.
"Okay, Brother Lin."
Feeling a pulling force coming from his arms, Zhang Jian knew it was Wang Lin's method and immediately let go.
The firewood in his arms all floated into mid-air.
Wang Lin raised his hand, and the firewood he was carrying also floated up.
A large pile of withered branches circled around Wang Lin, and the two immediately returned to the clearing.
Clatter!
Most of the withered branches fell to the ground, while a small portion floated to the center of the clearing, forming a pyramid shape.
Zhang Jian immediately took out fire-starting tools, picked up a withered branch from the ground, lit it, and threw it out, doing it all in one go.
The lit withered branch was thrown into the center of the "pyramid".
Soon, crimson flames rose up.