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"Master Shui, how's business today?"
A middle-aged man with a plump figure and dressed in ornate attire entered the shop. His eyes swept the room before finally settling on Shui Wuya.
"Boss Zhang! Welcome!" Shui Wuya greeted the man with a smile. This was Zhang Youde, the owner of a soul tool shop that Shui Wuyah had frequented in the past. Despite Shui Wuya opening his own shop over the past two months, Zhang Youde hadn't shown any signs of resentment. Instead, he would visit Shui Wuya every now and then.
"Master Shui, there's a soul tool exchange event at the Mingxin Auction House tonight. Have you heard about it?" Zhang Youde wasted no time in getting to the point.
"Soul tool exchange event?" Shui Wuya looked puzzled; he hadn't heard of it.
"If that's the case, I happen to have a few extra tickets. Would you like to join me?" Zhang Youde took out a handful of tickets for the event from his pocket as he spoke.
"In that case, I'd be honored," Shui Wuya replied, standing up with a hearty laugh. He gave a few instructions to his assistants before leaving with Zhang Youde.
As they exited the shop, a figure emerged from the shadows to follow them. It was Han Feng, quietly trailing behind Shui Wuya.
It wasn't long before the three of them entered the bustling venue, thanks to their tickets.
"Most of the people attending tonight's event are talented young soul engineers from the Sun and Moon Empire, all preparing for the upcoming Mingdu Soul Tool Tournament," Zhang Youde explained as they entered the hall.
Since Shui Wuya wasn't familiar with anyone, he, Zhang Youde, and Han Feng sat at a table by themselves.
"Master Shui, see that big guy over there? That's Sun Luocheng. He participated in several soul tool tournaments a few years ago but never made it into the top three. Rumor has it that he recently received special training from a powerful mentor, and he's here to win."
"And that bespectacled young man over there? Don't let his nerdy look fool you. He's a direct disciple of a Level 9 soul master from the Mingde Hall, and he'll also be competing in the tournament."
"And the guy in the tiger-skin coat? He might look rough, but he's from the northern regions..."
As Shui Wuya glanced around the hall, Zhang Youde filled him in on the backgrounds of various attendees.
Shui Wuya soon understood why Zhang Youde had invited him to this soul tool exchange event. It was likely to help him get familiar with these potential competitors and prepare accordingly. Despite his loquaciousness, Zhang Youde had no ill intentions.
Throughout Zhang Youde's chatter, Shui Wuya remained quiet. Although he was already a Level 6 soul master, he kept a low profile, officially claiming to be Level 5 to avoid drawing too much attention.
"Master, something's wrong," Han Feng whispered, his gaze fixed on a corner of the hall. His tone was grim, and his eyes showed a hint of killing intent.
"Stay calm," Shui Wuya replied softly, shaking his head. He followed Han Feng's line of sight and saw a group of black-robed figures seated at a table. They were completely covered, making it impossible to see their faces.
However, Shui Wuya had recognized them the moment he entered the venue. These were the evil soul masters from the Holy Soul Sect!
Shui Wuya decided not to act immediately. He didn't want to cause a commotion, and he was curious about the Holy Soul Sect's plans.
He thought to himself, "I wonder how these Holy Soul Sect members compare to those evil soul masters from the Slaughter Hell?"
No one in the bustling hall paid attention to the mysterious black-robed figures.
Meanwhile, at the Death Sanctum of the Holy Soul Sect, a somber, desolate palace stood in silence.
"How are the Fire Phoenix Saint and the Blue Silver Saint doing now?"
Inside a large hall filled with a deathly aura, a man with cold eyes stared at a black-robed figure. This man was none other than Zhong liwu, the current leader of the Holy Soul Sect.
"Reporting to the Leader, the Fire Phoenix Saint and the Blue Silver Saint are both stable. They are on the verge of reaching the Soul Douluo level," the black-robed figure replied, his body trembling under Zhongli Wu's intense gaze.
"Excellent. The two Saint are the future of the Holy Soul Sect. Our training plan must not fail. In two years, they must represent our sect and bring glory to our name at the Soul Master Tournament," Zhong liwu's tone was calm, but beneath the surface, a surge of ambition was brewing.
Zhong liwu's life goal was to see the Holy Soul Sect rise to prominence. This was also the dream of his father, the previous leader of the sect. He aimed to make it so that the evil soul masters could live openly in the world, and the only way to achieve this was for the Holy Soul Sect to rule over all.
"Any updates from Shrek Academy?" Zhong liwu suddenly asked, his gaze shifting to the distant horizon.
"Reporting to the Leader, Shrek Academy hasn't had any significant activity in over a year," replied another black-robed figure, his voice echoing in the cold, dark hall.
"Hmph, Shrek Academy. Just a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites," Zhong liwu snorted, his eyes narrowing as he dismissed the topic.
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Meanwhile, the Mingdu Soul Tool Exchange had been ongoing for more than ten days, but Huo Yuhao was not in Mingdu.
"Electrolux, are you there?" Huo Yuhao's eyes were bloodshot as he stood in the Haotian Sect, his body shrouded in a faint aura of death. A shadow hovered behind him, and he looked visibly agitated.
He called out Electrolux's name several times, but there was no response.
"He's completely gone," a voice sighed in Huo Yuhao's spiritual world. It was Tianmeng Bingcan, sounding somber.
Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao clenched his fists tightly. He had come with Wang Dong to visit his family, but a sudden accident had nearly cost him his life.
In that critical moment, the undead master Electrolux sacrificed himself to save Huo Yuhao, turning into his third spirit, which ultimately led to Electrolux's consciousness fading away.
This was a devastating blow to Huo Yuhao.
"Don't worry, Elder Electrolux. I won't let you down!" Huo Yuhao gritted his teeth, recalling all the experiences he had shared with Electrolux.
(End of Chapter)