Douluo Continent: Who says evil soul masters can't achieve sainthood through merit?

"You...you're an evil spirit master?"

Seeing this, the Soul King was stunned and questioned, "Why are you helping the owner of the Holy Angel Martial Soul to attack us? Aren't you afraid we'll report this to the Holy Church?"

Li Qing sneered: "I'm not a member of your Holy Church."

"Aren't you an evil soul master?" The Soul King was even more confused.

"I am an evil spirit master, but I am different from you."

Li Qing's tone was full of disdain as he mocked, "You trash and useless people, do you even deserve to be classified as evil soul masters like me? What level are you in?"

Ye Guyi, who was not far away, had just slain a Soul Master with a single sword strike. Hearing this, she almost lost her footing—could this really be something an evil Soul Master would say?

Something feels off.

"Arrogant!" The Soul King roared in fury, his fifth soul ring lit up, and a huge blood-red ghost claw appeared out of thin air, grabbing at Li Qing.

The other two Soul Masters also launched their attacks simultaneously, one summoning a bone spike storm and the other releasing poisonous mist.

Li Qing finally released his spirit ring.

Two purple and two black spirit rings rose from beneath his feet, and the air in the warehouse seemed to freeze.

"The third spirit ring is ten thousand years? How is that possible!" The Soul King's pupils shrank sharply.

The Black Lotus of Annihilation suddenly enlarged, spinning and blocking Li Qing's path.

The moment the crimson demon claw struck the lotus, it melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting a raging fire.

The bone spurs and poisonous mist were even worse; they couldn't even touch the edge of the lotus before being annihilated by that pure destructive power.

"Impossible! What kind of martial spirit is this?!"

Sensing the extreme aura of destruction emanating from above, the Soul King retreated in terror.

Li Qing did not answer. The black lotus split into three illusory figures, which attacked the three people respectively.

The Soul King fought with all his might, but the two Soul Masters didn't even have time to scream before the phantom pierced their chests and they fell to the ground dead.

"It's your turn." Li Qing's voice echoed in the warehouse.

The battle ended quickly.

Fifteen minutes later, only six corpses and residual soul energy fluctuations remained in the warehouse.

Blood dripped from the tip of Ye Guyi's sword, and her aura noticeably intensified.

Because the Holy Angel's slaying of the Evil Soul Master is beneficial to his cultivation level.

It is an extremely abnormal ability.

The two quickly left the scene and returned to the city under the cover of night, where they reopened a hotel.

Inside the room, Ye Guyi first took a hot shower.

When she came out of the bathroom, Li Qing was sitting by the window gazing at the night sky.

She wore a thin silk nightgown, her fair legs and arms were exposed, and her long golden hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, with water droplets still dripping from the ends.

Her face was fair with a rosy glow, and under the soft glow of the soul-guiding light, she exuded a sacred and alluring aura.

Ye Guyi was completely unaware. She walked to the dressing table, sat down, picked up the hairdryer, and began drying her hair, asking, "What do we do next?"

Li Qing didn't turn around, still gazing out the window: "We need to find another place."

The sound of the hairdryer stopped abruptly.

Ye Guyi turned around, her wet blonde hair clinging to her cheeks, and asked, "Why?"

"With the way we're killing, do you think those people from the Holy Spirit Cult are fools?"

Li Qing finally turned his head, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before shifting away. He countered, "What if they trap us like turtles in a jar? We're finished then!"

It must be said that Ye Guyi's appearance is perfect. Among the women he has ever seen, probably only Xiao Hongchen's sister, Meng Hongchen, can compare to him.

However, in terms of temperament, Meng Hongchen is far inferior to Ye Guyi, after all, Ye Guyi possesses the Sacred Angel Martial Soul, which is incomparable to Meng Hongchen's Zhu Qing Ice Toad.

Of course, it's not to say that Ye Guyi is the most beautiful woman in the world, but that she is indeed among the top-tier beauties.

For example, the Snow Empress of the far north, Jiang Nannan of Shrek Academy, and Tang Wutong, the daughter of the God King Tang.

Ye Guyi thought about it for a moment, and after realizing that it was indeed the case, she asked curiously, "Then where to go?"

"I'm going to Shrek City."

Li Qing replied, "As for you, you definitely can't stay in Mingdu any longer, because your golden wings are just too eye-catching. So you can choose to go to Shrek Academy—although you're already past Shrek Academy's admission standards, as long as you release your Martial Soul and level, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Ye Guyi put down the hairdryer, her golden eyes gleaming with a complex light under the lamp: "And what about you? Aren't you going?"

Li Qing shook his head and refused, saying, "I'm not going. Shrek Academy is not as good as Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy—besides, with my martial soul, even if I went, I would only be treated as an outcast."

"But……"

Ye Guyi bit her lip and asked, "Isn't Shrek Academy known for its inclusive education?"

"Just a slogan."

Li Qing's voice carried a hint of mockery: "Maybe it was true before, but now... do you believe it?"

Ye Guyi remained silent.

"If you're not going, then I won't go either," she suddenly said after what seemed like an eternity.

Hearing this, Li Qing frowned slightly and asked, "Do you know what you're saying? With your strength, I'm sure it won't be long before you're captured by those evil soul masters."

Ye Guyi's delicate body trembled, but she immediately raised her head and said earnestly, "Anyway, I'm going to follow you."

"Why are you following me?" Li Qing asked helplessly.

"I must prevent you from becoming a true evil spirit master and wreaking havoc on the world." Ye Guyi's tone was unusually firm.

Li Qing laughed, a laugh tinged with danger: "If it really comes to that, you will definitely die by my hand."

"It's better to die at your hands than at the hands of someone else."

Ye Guyi didn't care at all.

She stood up, the hem of her silk nightgown swaying gently, and said firmly, "I'm sticking with you now. Wherever you go, I'll go."

The two stared at each other, and the air in the room seemed to freeze.

The sounds of the bustling Mingdu Night Market drifted in from outside the window, distant and indistinct.

After a long while, Li Qing sighed.

"Whatever you want."

He stood up, walked towards the bathroom, and said without turning his head, "But I must warn you, following me might be worse than death."

"I'm not afraid," Ye Guyi's voice came from behind.

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of water began to run.

Ye Guyi sat back down at the dressing table, looking at the blonde-haired, golden-eyed girl in the mirror, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

Mother, it seems I've embarked on a very strange path.

But for some reason, she didn't regret it.

Perhaps it was because of the loneliness in Li Qing's eyes, which was so similar to the look in her eyes after losing her mother.

Perhaps it was because she wanted to see with her own eyes where this boy, who kept saying he wanted to become the "Number One Evil Soul Master in the World," would end up.

Or perhaps, she simply doesn't want to be alone anymore.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Ye Guyi quickly lay down on the bed, with her back to the bathroom, pretending to be asleep.

When Li Qing walked out of the bathroom, this was the scene he saw—the girl was curled up on her side on the bed, her golden hair spread out on the pillow, her breathing even and long.

He stood by the bed for a few seconds, then finally said softly, "We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning for Shrek City. Go to sleep."

no respond.

Li Qing walked to the sofa on the other side of the room, lay down, and closed her eyes.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a shadow between the two of them, like an invisible boundary.

Late at night, Ye Guyi quietly opened her eyes and looked at the boy on the sofa.

He slept peacefully, but his brow was slightly furrowed, as if he were wary of something even in his dream.

She sighed softly and closed her eyes again.

Let's walk this road together.