Lin Feng's expression turned strange. What kind of outrageous development was this? A clone of some outer realm demon in the Douluo Continent?
Qian Renxue snorted coldly:
"This is just a lesson for you. As soul masters, you should cultivate your character and discipline.
If you dare to leer in such an environment, who knows how unrestrained you are in daily life.
I didn't completely blind you, so consider yourselves lucky. Hurry up and find a healing-type soul master. If you wait too long, you'll be wearing an eyepatch!"
Although Lin Feng had the Breath of Life, he had no intention of using it on them.
Their insolent glances and teasing words had already earned them a light punishment. Lin Feng was no saint, and for those who dared to offend his family, while he wouldn't kill them, they wouldn't escape without some suffering.
"You just wait! We'll be back! The Huang Family Three Ghosts will never let this go!"
The middle-aged man on the high platform frowned:
"Enough! The Spirit Arena has its rules. You chose a sparring match, and no lives were taken. That's within the rules.
Have you forgotten how you burned your opponents' skin until it festered in your last two matches?
If you hadn't been unable to control your eyes, this wouldn't have happened. Leave now!"
The Huang Family Two Ghosts were left speechless by the man's reprimand. Though filled with resentment, they could only glare at Qian Renxue and Lin Feng with their remaining eye before stumbling out of the arena, eager to find their eldest brother.
As they left, the middle-aged man began his usual spiel about the rise of new talents.
"No time to mourn the departure of the Huang Family Two Ghosts. Now entering the stage is the future dark horse of the Spirit Arena—Flowing Wind and Returning Snow!
Let's cheer for their unparalleled strength!"
"Ohhh—Xiao Feng is so handsome!"
"I want to have his babies!"
As soon as the words left the fan's mouth, Qian Renxue's warning gaze swept over, silencing them immediately.
"Heh."
Qian Renxue chuckled, proudly holding Lin Feng's hand and sending a glance toward Ling Yuan on the high platform before heading backstage.
Ling Yuan shook her head helplessly, her figure flashing as she joined Lin Feng and Qian Renxue.
"Xiao Feng, Xiao Xue, in this kind of arena, aside from a life and death fight, it's hard to find opponents who can challenge you.
Today, those two were also countered by your martial souls, so the battle offered even less insight."
Qian Renxue nodded. The so-called ghost fire might have been able to cling to ordinary soul masters and exhaust them, but it had no effect on her.
After her ice and fire alchemy body, she had become immune to ice and fire elements. Only pure control could restrict her.
To be specific, she could be trapped by ice walls or fire barriers, but she wouldn't take any damage.
However, the best feature of those two's ghost fire wasn't control. Forcing it in that direction only weakened their control abilities.
Not to mention Qian Renxue's own soul power characteristics. In front of her, those two didn't even have the qualifications to make her use other soul skills.
A single deliberate punch was enough.
Lin Feng pondered:
"Sister Ling Yuan, do you think we should seek out more challenging opponents?
Although we can usually spar with you and Grandpa Ju, battles against peers and a wider variety of soul masters are also essential."
Ling Yuan smiled and nodded:
"Well said, Xiao Feng. The opponents in this arena can't truly hone your skills, unless it's a life and death fight.
Real challenges aren't just about combat; they also include tempering your mindset and wisdom under extreme pressure."
Qian Renxue brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and casually asked:
"Then, Sister Ling Yuan, do you have any recommendations?"
Ling Yuan thought for a moment:
"Aside from the arena, you can also take on bounties. Our Spirit Hall has always been secretly hunting Fallen Soul Masters. These desperadoes are far more ruthless than ordinary soul masters.
They're perfect opponents for you. Since they're already marked for death, you won't need to hold back."
"That works. We can try taking on some in the future."
Lin Feng nodded. The Fallen Soul Masters of this era weren't like the Evil Soul Masters of later generations.
They weren't defined solely by their martial soul characteristics.
What?
Blue Silver Grass has a devouring attribute? Can absorb the soul power of soul beasts and people to grow? Evil!
Must be evil! Definitely an Evil Soul Master!
What, your martial soul has evil fire?
Must also be an Evil Soul Master!
When defining new soul masters, those people didn't consider that their ancestor Tang San's Eight Spider Lances had an even more potent devouring ability.
But the Fallen Soul Masters of today are judged solely by their actions.
Soul masters, born from commoners, inevitably undergo changes in temperament upon gaining power.
At the same time, their elevated status during growth also influences them. In extreme cases, committing atrocities is common.
In a fit of rage, wiping out a village, or wreaking havoc in a city, oppressing the good, and seizing others' wives.
At the bottom, such things will always happen.
And the Spirit Hall is the backbone of dealing with these scum. After years of effort,
the Slaughter City became a haven for Fallen Soul Masters because they knew that staying outside meant only capture by the Spirit Hall.
Though entering the Slaughter City also meant death, choosing between die early and die late was an easy decision.
Of course, on the way to the Slaughter City, their fate was no longer in their hands.
Lin Feng glanced into the distance.
Suddenly, he laughed:
"Do you think those two really have an older brother?"
Qian Renxue became interested, poking Lin Feng:
"By the way, Xiao Feng, how did you know their eldest brother's name, and what soul beasts their soul rings came from?"
". . . Just a guess. They reminded me of some people I read about in books. Their soul skills were similar."
"Is that so? The Huang Family Two Ghosts, plus their eldest brother, would make the Huang Family Three?"
Ling Yuan burst out laughing:
"What kind of lame name is that? It's almost laughable. Your team name is much better, Flowing Wind and Returning Snow. . ."
Ling Yuan's eyes sparkled as her delicate hands reached out from behind, wrapping around Lin Feng's chest.
"Xiao Feng, if I teamed up with you, have you thought of a team name?"
Qian Renxue coughed lightly, subtly pulling Ling Yuan's hand away.
"Hmm—how about Wind and Kite?"
Ling Yuan rolled her eyes at Lin Feng:
"Xiao Feng, aren't you being biased? You and Xiao Xue's team name comes from poetry, but mine is so perfunctory?"
Qian Renxue's lips curled into a smug smile.
Lin Feng pondered deeply, realizing how little he knew when it came to naming. He couldn't think of any poetry that included both "wind" and "kite." Biting his lip, he said:
"How about Seeking Wind and Finding Kite?"
Ling Yuan's eyes lit up:
"Perfect! That's the one!"
Qian Renxue, hearing this, knew she had to assert herself further to press Sister Ling Yuan!
Pulling Lin Feng toward the inn, she said:
"Xiao Feng, what's the full poem? Hurry back and tell us!"