I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

Chapter 713: Chapter 320: The Fifth Soul Slave, Town Demon Immortal City_2

However, the battle several miles away disrupted his plan.

Thus,

In the blink of an eye, Han Yi quickly changed his plan, directly pulling Du Juan into this Soul Slave Space derived from the Nine Nether Soul Mark soul skill, preparing to plant a Soul Slave Mark on her and turn her into his own Soul Slave.

Only Soul Slaves were completely submissive from the soul level.

Then he would hide himself in the Qiankun Ring and let Du Juan carry him away.

Of course, this situation was risky. The biggest risk was not the soon-to-be Soul Slave, Du Juan, but the high-level cultivators they might encounter. However, this risk was greater than the risk Han Yi himself posed in the open.

After all, when high-level cultivators fight, if they encounter a fleeing Foundation Establishment cultivator, they might simply ignore them. But if they encounter a severely injured Nascent Soul cultivator, the reaction would be intense.

It was a matter of choosing the lesser of two evils.

This was Han Yi’s plan.

In the pure white Soul Slave Space above, four Soul Bells were suspended, corresponding to Han Yi’s four Soul Slaves in Yu Heng World. As his Nine Nether Soul Bell reached the Proficiency Panel, all the soul skills he had comprehended with the Nine Nether Soul Bell were upgraded to the same level as this inheritance.

Han Yi’s Nine Nether Soul Bell Inheritance had just recently stepped from Returning to the Truth into Breaking through the mortal and entering the holy, equivalent to the fifth level of this inheritance. As a result, he had grasped the fifth soul skill of this inheritance.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

And now, the Nine Nether Soul Mark soul skill had also been upgraded to the realm of Breaking through the mortal and entering the holy, and the number of Soul Slaves increased from the limit of four to five.

Han Yi originally intended to use this fifth Soul Slave on some critical Nascent Soul cultivator, but at this moment, he could not afford to consider it any longer. In this unfamiliar environment, the person he could trust the most was naturally his own Soul Slave.

As Han Yi pulled Du Juan’s Divine Soul into the Soul Slave Space, her expression changed drastically, and she cried out in surprise. He had already lightly touched her, and a streak of spirit light instantly covered the hundred meters distance, landing within Du Juan’s Divine Soul.

Du Juan stiffened in place. Even with Han Yi’s Divine Soul severely damaged, he was far stronger than her. In her eyes, there was almost no power to resist, and in an instant, her expression became extremely respectful.

At the same time, in the Soul Slave Space, the fifth Soul Seed quickly condensed and emerged.

“This is also your fortune.”

With a gentle wave of Han Yi’s hand, he expelled Du Juan’s Divine Soul, returning it to her physical body.

The next moment,

Outside, Han Yi’s thoughts flowed, one to Du Juan, who had just become a Soul Slave, and the other to the Green Reed Sword.

The Green Reed Sword shook gently, landing in Du Juan’s hands.

If it had been a newly awakened spirit, it might disdain being controlled by a low-level cultivator. However, the Green Reed Sword was quite special; this Sword Tool had integrated many sub-swords, and when it ascended to become a Spiritual Treasure, its spirit had already become quite stable.

The information Han Yi gave Du Juan was to let her carry him away, while the information he gave Green Reed Sword was to let it conceal its spirit aura and let Du Juan wield it. If they encountered an enemy, it could be used freely.

After relaying his thoughts, Du Juan, whose eyes were rapidly changing and becoming extremely respectful, rushed towards Han Yi. Han Yi then dove into his Qiankun Ring, as Du Juan lightly scooped it up and kept it close.

After that, she quickly changed direction and ran back the way she had come, unfolding her body technique, moving at an extremely fast speed. In a flash, she left the small hill where Han Yi had been, and continued to flee outward.

About five breaths after Du Juan left, a group of cultivators frantically fled, their faces panic-stricken, as they approached the black mountain forest. Among these cultivators were two Nascent Souls and more than a dozen Gold Core cultivators.

Behind them, the pursuers consisted of only four cultivators, but all four were Nascent Soul cultivators, two of them late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, and the other two mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

An ancient copper giant stick was swung out from behind by a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator towards the fleeing cultivators. A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, with cracking eyes, burned his mana and Divine Soul, bursting out a shocking strike. However, under the giant stick, he was directly smashed into pieces. along with three Gold Core cultivators who fled too slowly, all falling in this one blow.

A terrifying power descended from the sky, landing on a small black hill, directly shattering the hill, which was only tens of meters high, and causing sand and gravel to explode in all directions.

And this small hill was exactly where Han Yi had been. In other words, if he had not decided to leave immediately, at this moment, he would have to face the spiritual treasure strike of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

With his current state, even if he could dodge this spiritual treasure strike, facing two late-stage Nascent Soul and two mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators would make it difficult to escape. In the end, he would have to choose to awaken the sleeping Wisdom Puppet within his inner space.

The giant stick was retracted, and the four Nascent Soul cultivators appeared in this ruined mountain forest. The Nascent Soul cultivator holding the giant stick looked in the direction Du Juan had fled.

There was another cultivator, a youth, who gazed at the destroyed forest, his eyes an unusual water-blue color, exuding a peculiar glow.

“Something is strange here. There is the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.”

“No, there’s more.”

The youth was also a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. He took out an ancient turtle shell, gently rubbing it. The spirit light on the turtle shell flickered, changing from green to black to gray, and finally, to nothingness.

Following that, the turtle shell exploded.

With a splutter!

The youth cultivator spit out a mouthful of blood, his Divine Soul severely injured in an instant, and he fell unconscious. Only at the last moment did he extinguish his connection to this Innate Divination Skill, preventing his demise on the spot.