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Xiao Ding and Xiao Li looked distraught; the letter stated that the Xiao Family had been annihilated by the combined forces of the Jia Lie Family and the Ao Ba Clan.
"The entire clan perished, not a single survivor... How could this, how could this happen?" Xiao Li murmured, his eyes bloodshot.
Xiao Ding clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his flesh, the faint pain barely maintaining his sanity.
"I'm going back for revenge," Xiao Li suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Big Brother, you go deliver the item to Brother San. I'm returning now."
"Calm down. Can you defeat Jia Liebi and Aoba Pa? Both of them advanced to Dou Grandmaster years ago," Xiao Ding gripped Xiao Li's shoulder, his fingers pressing hard, turning a little white.
Yun Meng spoke, "Let's deliver the item first. We can discuss the rest later. I can mobilize the Yunlan Sect's power to help you..."
Xiao Ding did not decline, saying solemnly, "Thank you. If there's a need, I will ask for your help."
Under their persuasion, Xiao Li finally managed to calm down with great difficulty.
The voices of another mercenary team came from ahead: "Hey, you guys in the back, let's go! What are you still dawdling for? Hurry and catch up with the main group! You've already fallen quite a bit behind."
"Alright, alright... One of my brothers here got a bit of a shock... We'll catch up now," Yun Meng replied loudly.
...
Between the dim heavens and earth, a colossal cyclone, connecting sky and ground, raged across the Black-Domain Great Plains.
The terrifying power destroyed trees and buildings on the plains one by one, and the ground seemed to have been scraped away by a knife.
Within the Black Storm, a figure completely enveloped in dense black mist, whose appearance was indiscernible, floated in the eye of the storm, moving with the giant cyclone.
From time to time, chains extended from within the black mist, hooking away the souls of those unfortunate people who were swept into the Black Storm and perished.
"Hehehe... Good luck this time. There's a small town right in the path of the Black Storm. This month's quota should be enough..."
After hooking away the soul body of a Dou Spirit who appeared somewhat bewildered after death, Protector Xiao seemed to sense something and flew towards a certain direction.
He saw a person also dressed in black robes, surrounded by black mist, but the other party's mist was much thinner than his own.
"Meng Soul Envoy, still working, huh... Your performance bonus is already in the highest tier... You can take a few days off," Protector Xiao advised as a matter of routine.
Amon, as usual, threw his soul bag to Protector Xiao and responded with a smile, "Effort doesn't always guarantee reward, but no effort certainly guarantees no reward."
"That's true, but people aren't puppets or anything; they need a balance of work and rest." Opening the soul bag and taking out the soul body inside, Protector Xiao was stunned.
Feeling the strength of this soul body, Protector Xiao asked in surprise, "A Dou Ancestor? No... You killed a Seventh-Grade Alchemist?"
He thought Protector Meng couldn't kill a Dou Ancestor, and that the probability of it being an Alchemist with an equally powerful soul but possibly weaker strength was higher.
This Amon said with a joyful voice, "Protector Xiao, could you introduce me to Honored Elder? I think I should now be qualified to be officially called Protector Meng."
Saying that, he stepped through the air, slowly coming before Protector Xiao.
"Uh..." Protector Xiao looked as if he had seen a ghost, and from beneath the heavy black mist, a clear, melodious female voice, like a nightingale, came: "You became a Dou Ancestor?"
Protector Xiao was a woman... Amon was slightly surprised, and immediately responded, "One should look at a scholar with new eyes after three days apart. I am no longer the Amon of old."
Protector Xiao realized he had been somewhat undignified just now, and asked again in a hoarse tone:
"You used the Soul Devouring Secret Method?"
Amon shrugged, saying with a half-smile, "Everyone has their own secrets."
Protector Xiao pondered for a moment, muttering, "Alright... I didn't expect it to be so fast. I thought you could work for me for a bit longer."
She looked at the soul bag in her hand again, realizing that the soul body inside was indeed the soul of a Dou Ancestor!
Protector Meng must have killed a Dou Ancestor powerhouse as soon as he entered the Dou Ancestor realm!
Hesitating for a moment, she said softly, "Since you are already qualified to officially become a Protector of my Soul Hall, you can deliver this soul body to Honored Elder yourself."
Amon smiled and shook his head, "Thanks to Protector Xiao's guidance, all the contribution points from this soul body are for you. Consider it my gratitude, and compensation for introducing me to Honored Elder."
"Hehehe..." Protector Xiao chuckled, "Consider yourself smart, kid. If you encounter any problems in the Soul Hall in the future, feel free to come to me... As long as you can pay the price, I can solve most troubles for you. Come with me, I'll take you to the Soul Hall."
Under the leadership of Protector Xiao, the two quickly sped towards the east.
The plains below gradually turned into hills, and the trees growing on the ground became taller and denser.
A chilling aura gradually emanated in the air, and an open space appeared before Amon's eyes. On the open space stood a grand hall constructed from black stones and dark gray metal.
In front of the grand hall, black metal pillars stood tall, with thick chains connecting each pillar, subtly forming a formation.
Amon knew little about formations and could not discern the purpose of this one.
Protector Xiao landed in front of the Soul Hall and opened the iron-gray metal main door.
Amon took a step, following behind her.
Protector Xiao reminded him, "The one in charge of this Soul Hall is Elder Mu Zun... This is also the only branch hall of my Soul Hall in the Black-Corner Region.
"After meeting Elder Mu Zun, you don't need to be too reserved; just maintain normal politeness. He is a relatively easygoing person. Even when I make mistakes, he rarely reprimands me.
"Also, I mentioned you to him before, and he quite appreciates your way of doing things."
Easygoing... Amon pondered the meaning of this word in his heart, finding it increasingly strange... Is this word really suitable to describe people from our Soul Hall?
Passing through a long, dim corridor, they arrived at a spacious hall. Sunlight streamed down from above, forming a circular patch of light on the ground.
Compared to the hallway, the hall appeared very bright.
The space above the hall was subtly distorted, and Amon's face showed an expression of realization.
From the outside, the Soul Hall appeared completely sealed, without even windows, but from inside the hall, one could see sunlight, white clouds, and flying birds, which must be due to the spatial distortion at work.
Far from the hallway exit in the hall, there was a chair of deep, dark color, yet ancient and grand in form.
Upon the chair sat an old man dressed in black and cyan interwoven garments. His eye sockets were deep-set, his face full of wrinkles, but his eyes were bright and piercing.
He fixed his gaze on Protector Xiao, who had just entered, and a few smiles squeezed onto his face.
"Protector Xiao, why are you here again? You've been returning to the Soul Hall quite frequently lately," the old man said in a calm voice.
It's all because my subordinate is too diligent... Protector Xiao grumbled inwardly, waving her hand indifferently:
"I won't be coming this frequently anymore... This is Meng Soul Envoy, whom I mentioned. From now on, he should be called Protector Meng."
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