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"Teacher, I don't understand why you bestowed dragon blood upon that boy before you left."

Inside the carriage, Temple Holy Son Huang Yan frowned as he asked, his large hand rudely pressing down on the head of a sycophantic woman.

"Hiss—"

The Fourth Worshipper squinted his eyes, speaking with a leisurely expression, "You know it's Resentful Dragon Poison, so why ask? That boy will surely die if he dares to consume it."

"He'll happily drink the 'treasure' I bestowed upon him, only to explode and die amidst agonizing screams."

Huang Yan's eyes were filled with disdain, "If Teacher doesn't like him, just kill him. Those commoners' lives are worthless. Why waste a bottle of Resentful Dragon Poison on him? He's not worth it."

"What do you know?" The Fourth Worshipper shook his head, "Yan'er, your talent is unmatched in this world, but your scheming is lacking."

"He's just a worthless commoner. If you dislike him, kill him. What's the big deal?" Huang Yan said indifferently.

"You're being foolish!" The Fourth Worshipper glared, "Killing a commoner is easy, but do you kill the others too?"

"If you don't kill the others, the Female Pope might find out we killed a Soul Master who awakened Twin Martial Souls without permission. She values the lives of commoners the most."

"If you kill them all, the entire village will be wiped out, which will surely attract the Temple's investigation. The branch temple knows we were here, so it could still cause trouble."

"Giving him dragon blood shows our generosity and kindness to the commoners while silently eliminating him. Isn't that wonderful?"

Huang Yan asked, puzzled, "But that boy is just an ant with a useless awakened Martial Soul. He can't achieve anything great. Even if he survives, what's the harm? Why bother with him?"

The Fourth Worshipper sneered.

"How do you know today's ant won't become a renowned powerhouse due to some special opportunity?"

"That boy has an extraordinary aura. His Martial Soul may be useless, but it has a strange quality. It's wise to eliminate such people early to prevent future troubles."

"Does he even deserve it?" Huang Yan laughed loudly, wiping away tears of laughter, "Teacher, you overestimate these country bumpkins, hahaha."

"I, Huang Yan, come from a prestigious background with unparalleled talent. I will be invincible in the world, sweeping away all demons and monsters."

"A mere villager, so humble, without talent or power, what kind of remarkable person could he be?"

The Fourth Worshipper shook his head, advising, "Yan'er, you can disdain your enemies with your words, but you must take every enemy seriously in your heart."

"That boy could barely be taken as my disciple, and with enough resources, he might have a chance to rise. But you're not only my disciple, you're my son. Why should I waste resources meant for you on someone else?"

"But I don't want him to fall into others' hands, especially the Female Pope's faction. Solving it with a bottle of Resentful Dragon Poison is the best."

Huang Yan shook his head, his eyes full of arrogance, even more sharp and fierce.

"You're too cautious in your old age."

"It's a pity that boy is probably already tortured to death by the Resentful Dragon Poison. Otherwise, I would have personally crushed him to prove your caution was unnecessary."

The Fourth Worshipper smiled bitterly:

"If you want to vie for the position of Pope, you need both strength and cunning. The Female Pope is ruthless and exceptionally talented, not easy to deal with."

Huang Yan's face showed a domineering and wicked smile.

"The Holy Maiden will soon be mine."

"The Female Pope?"

"Heh, she won't escape either. Only such women are worthy of me."

"Hurry up, I'm ready!" Huang Yan pressed down with his large hand, then closed his eyes, as did the Fourth Worshipper.

Just as they were about to indulge in ecstasy, a sudden explosion startled Huang Yan and the Fourth Worshipper.

In the next second, violent energy swept through the entire carriage, instantly disintegrating and shattering it.

Wooden debris and gemstones shot in all directions, with the shattered carriage at the center, smoke and dust billowed, and a small mushroom cloud rose in place.

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"Boom!"

The Fourth Worshipper, charred and disheveled, rushed out of the smoke with the barely alive Huang Yan, searching furiously.

"Who dares to be so bold!"

"What a pity, didn't blow you and your son to pieces."

Accompanied by a cold female voice, a fiery and enchanting silhouette appeared in the air.

Wrapped in a white fox fur that accentuated her curvaceous figure, with long, beautiful legs, golden bells tied around her ankles, bare jade feet, and nine snow-white fox tails behind her, her devastating beauty exuded innate allure, but her blue icy eyes radiated a chilling killing intent.

"9-Tailed Heavenly Fox."

"Are you the Qingqiu Empress? How dare you provoke the Temple Worshipper without any grievance, are you seeking death!"

"Boom!"

The Fourth Worshipper's anger flared, flames rising behind him, manifesting a twelve-winged red angel phantom.

Nine powerful halos of different colors pulsed beneath the angel's feet, exuding a terrifying aura like an abyss.

"What a grievance."

The Empress, cold as frost, brimming with murderous intent.

She was none other than Su Jiuer, who couldn't swallow the anger of someone scheming against her little man with poisoned dragon blood, chasing them down from Yun Village for thousands of miles.

Before the opponent could act, she couldn't bear it any longer and struck first.

"Impudent!"

The Fourth Worshipper, interrupted at a critical moment, with his disciple-son gravely injured, was furious and roared in pain.

"Ah!"

"Today, I'll kill you and take your Soul Ring and Soul Bone for my son's use!"

"Boom boom boom!"

The battle erupted, mountains crumbled, and terrifying energy surged.

The Holy Son was beaten half to death, his vitality dissipating.

"9-Tailed Empress, you wait for this Worshipper!"

The Fourth Worshipper, his skull cracked, spewing blood, cursed madly as he fled with the charred Holy Son.

……

As the sun set and the moon hung high, Yun Village was enveloped in silence.

Luo Fancheng personally cooked a table full of dishes, preparing to celebrate his successful Martial Soul awakening with his long-time companion, his pretend aunt, and true beloved wife.

But from afternoon until nightfall, there was no sign of her returning, and the dishes were reheated several times.

Luo Fancheng sat on the threshold, gazing outside the courtyard, lost in thought.

"Where did Aunt Su go?"

"She wouldn't just leave without a word, abandoning her 'useless' little husband, would she?"

Luo Fancheng shook his head, believing Su Jiuer wouldn't do such a thing, but still feeling a bit worried. Sixteen years of companionship had made him accustomed to her presence.

Feeling restless, he took out a parchment scroll from his pocket, the map he obtained that morning.

"One of the nine mysterious treasure lands of the Hunwu Continent?"

"And it holds a great opportunity related to my Martial Soul?"

Luo Fancheng smiled wryly. The map depicted mountains and rivers clearly, but he didn't recognize any of them. How could he find it?

A man without guilt, yet guilty of possessing a treasure.

Apart from Su Jiuer, he didn't dare show the map to anyone else. The Female Pope and Holy Maiden seemed nice at first meeting, but they were still unfamiliar.

"Whoosh—"

A sound in the air, and a silhouette landed in the courtyard. Luo Fancheng's face lit up with joy as he immediately stood up, his heart filled with happiness, but he couldn't help but complain:

"Where have you been? Why are you only coming back now…"

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a cough.

"Cough cough."

In the moonlight, Su Jiuer staggered, and it was faintly visible that a blade mark had appeared on her fair arm...

"Little man, worried and anxious, weren't you? I..."

Su Jiuer's blue eyes dimmed, eager to explain, but she coughed lightly halfway through.

"Tap tap tap—"

Seeing the wound on Jiuer's arm, Luo Fancheng's mind buzzed.

The anxiety of waiting all day vanished instantly. He no longer cared about blaming her and rushed to Su Jiuer's side, supporting her shoulders.

Luo Fancheng couldn't imagine who could have injured the arm of the Demon Emperor.

"Who!"

"Who hurt you?"

His face darkened, his voice low.

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Setting explanation: In this novel, the Demon Emperor is equivalent to the leader of each Soul Beast tribe. Su Jiuer's beauty ranks first among the Soul Beast tribes, but she's too young, so her combat power isn't in the top ten of the demon tribe yet. It will improve later.

Worshippers are equivalent to the strongest combat power of the human race.

There will be a human Empress and Female Pope later, who are truly formidable.