Chapter 25: Accept a disciple, Zhang Peng (Please vote, please recommend!)
High in the sky, a strange figure was flying towards the sunset. The black flying soul guide behind the figure was spewing red flames at an extremely fast speed.

The purple-red glow fell on Zhang Peng's dark face with uneven eyebrows. His deep purple eyes looked at the setting sun, his eyes flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Wang Lin, who was being held in his left hand, was leisurely appreciating the gorgeous sunset.

hum!
At this moment, a trace of soul fluctuation came from the right hand side of the two.

Wang Lin and Zhang Peng came to their senses at the same time and turned their heads to look. Zhang Jian, whose whole body was translucent, was waving his hands at Wang Lin. Bai Zhe's face showed a panicked look.

"Isn't this possible?"

Seeing that Zhang Jian could no longer maintain the virtual state of his first soul skill, a faint mental fluctuation emanated from Wang Lin's body, and an invisible streamlined mental barrier enveloped Zhang Jian.

"Oh, thank you, Brother Lin!"

Feeling the strong wind stop passing through his body, Zhang Jian, who was still in a virtual state, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The yellow soul ring surrounding him dimmed, and Zhang Jian's translucent body became solid.

At this moment, a strange transparent shadow emerged from Zhang Jian's body.

"His martial spirit is very special after being purified by you."

Zhang Peng looked at Zhang Jian who had put away his martial spirit.

"Indeed, but purification is actually a kind of weakening of his martial soul."

Wang Lin nodded and spoke.

Zhang Jian's original martial soul was called the Resentful Soul. He could strengthen himself by constantly harvesting the souls of living things and integrating them into his martial soul. It was an extremely promising evil soul master's martial soul.

Otherwise, Zhang Jian would not have been abducted by the evil soul masters and brought into the Holy Spirit Church. His martial soul is very promising and he is likely to become the backbone of the Holy Spirit Church in the future.

After Wang Lin purified the death energy in Zhang Jian's martial soul, the resentful soul naturally had no resentment anymore, and only the word "soul" remained, turning it into a soul-type martial soul that had almost never appeared before.

It may be said that this martial soul is not good, but after all, it is a special type of soul system, which sounds very high-end.

This martial soul is good, but such a weak soul can only have limited impact. Zhang Jian’s peculiar first soul skill can only make people immune to physical attacks.

As long as he has a little soul power, he can touch Zhang Jian's martial soul and easily shatter it. His combat effectiveness is really worrying.

The resentful soul martial soul before purification is somewhat similar to the Ghost Douluo of Dou Yi, but the soul martial soul after purification is completely different. It is difficult for a pure soul to affect the outside world and can only affect itself.

"But after being weakened, at least people won't misunderstand us."

There was an inexplicable sadness in Zhang Peng's deep voice.

"Misunderstanding is actually a small matter. Even though Zhang Jian's martial soul's power has been weakened, his potential is actually greater. His soul is purer than the resentful soul."

Wang Lin didn't notice the change in Zhang Peng's tone.

"The potential is indeed greater. Is this why you didn't choose that pet?"

Zhang Peng nodded in agreement.

The Resentful Soul Martial Spirit is not new to the Holy Spirit Church. It moves fast, but it cannot go far. While this Martial Spirit harvests souls to strengthen itself, it will also be affected by the harvested souls.

The impact will be greater as time goes by, and it is very easy to turn into a madman.

“I didn’t choose Hong Juan because she has harmed people before. If she hadn’t harmed innocent people, I would have kept her.

Zhang Jian is innocent. Although his martial soul has death energy, it is natural and has never harmed anyone. He was forcibly abducted to the Holy Spirit Church."

Wang Lin began to explain.

"Just for this, is innocence so important?" Zhang Peng was silent for a long time before he spoke.

"Of course it's important. If I killed innocent people because of me, then what's the difference between me and an evil soul master?" Wang Lin answered. Nine years of compulsory education, plus seven years of high school and university study, shaped his worldview. Wang Lin knew that he was not a good person and had his own selfish desires.

But he would never hurt innocent people.

Take Huo Yuhao for example. He knew that the opportunity for him to snatch Huo Yuhao’s power was wrong, and he would definitely fight for it when the time came.

But he would not say that in order to ensure that he would obtain the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, he would kill Huo Yuhao, with whom he had no grudge.

He couldn't do anything like that.

As soon as Wang Lin said this, Zhang Peng fell silent. It was unknown what this half-evil soul master, who had always been regarded as an "evil soul master", was thinking at this moment.

"How about it, Uncle Zhang? Do you want to accept a disciple? He is from your family, and his martial spirit attributes should be compatible with yours."

Wang Lin was facing forward, so he couldn't see Zhang Peng's expression behind him, so he spoke directly.

If Wang Lin remembered correctly, Zhang Peng's martial soul should have the ability of a beast soul, which can control the absorbed souls of soul beasts and combine them with his own mental power and soul power to condense into a beast soul.

The ability to be an accomplice to a traitor involves the soul, and in a sense it is indeed similar to Zhang Jian's soul martial soul.

"Let's talk about it later."

For some reason, Zhang Peng did not refuse.

"Okay, it's time to go down and rest."

At this moment, the sky had darkened. After Zhang Peng finished speaking, he immediately slowed down his flying speed and descended from the air with Wang Lin and Zhang Jian.

It landed on an open space in a red maple forest.

As soon as they landed, Wang Lin and Zhang Jian consciously picked up firewood around them.

Zhang Jian did not hear the conversation between Wang Lin and Zhang Peng in the air. The wind was too strong and he could not hear what Wang Lin and Zhang Peng were saying.

So Zhang Jian naturally didn't know what Wang Lin and Zhang Peng talked about. Otherwise, if he knew that Wang Lin asked Zhang Peng to accept him as a disciple, he would definitely shake his head and refuse.

Zhang Jian's martial soul was purified from a resentful soul into a soul. Naturally, he felt that his martial soul had become weaker, but he didn't care.

The reason was simple, he didn't want to be an evil soul master. In Zhang Jian's opinion, Zhang Peng was an evil soul master, so he didn't want an evil soul master to be his teacher.

Even if this "evil soul master" has the level of a Titled Douluo.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two had picked up enough dead branches and leaves.

"Leave it all to me!"

Looking at Zhang Jian holding the firewood with difficulty, Wang Lin spoke.

It just so happened that his soul power and mental power had partially recovered. Wang Lin's pair of gray eyes became deep, and a faint mental fluctuation permeated.

Invisible mental power surged out from Wang Lin's body and fell on the firewood in Zhang Jian's arms.

"Okay, Brother Lin." Feeling a pulling force coming from his arms, Zhang Jian knew that it was Wang Lin's trick and immediately let go.

All the firewood in his arms floated into the air. When Wang Lin raised his hand, the firewood in his hand also floated up.

A pile of dead branches surrounded Wang Lin, and the two immediately returned to the open space.

Wow!
Most of the dead branches fell to the ground, and a small part floated to the center of the open space, forming the shape of a pyramid.

Zhang Jian immediately took out a fire-making tool, picked up a dry branch from the ground, lit it, and threw it out, all in one go.

The burning dead branches were thrown into the center of the "pyramid", and soon, red flames rose up.

(End of this chapter)