Chapter 19: Seizing the Opportunity to Turn the Tide and Escape the Trouble

When the two returned to their original spot and saw their fourth brother, with arrows stuck in his chest and legs, groaning in pain, they were filled with rage.

Just as they were about to step forward, pairs of eyes emitting a chilling green light suddenly appeared from the surrounding bushes.

There were at least a dozen pairs!

"Oh no! It's a pack of Nether Wolves! Run!"

Jiang Yi felt a chill run down his spine and made a decisive decision.

They didn't even have time to take the fourth brother, who was already incapacitated, and they turned and ran!

"Boss! Help me! Help me!"

The fourth brother's desperate screams were quickly drowned out by the sounds of the wolves tearing and chewing.

The sound echoed for hundreds of meters around, and even Ye Feng, who had already gone far away, couldn't help but shiver.

Jiang Yi and Lao Er, who had tried to escape, were not spared either.

A portion of the wolf pack split off and relentlessly pursued them.

A bloody battle broke out. The second-in-command was slightly weaker and was quickly torn to pieces by seven or eight Netherworld Wolves with a hundred-year cultivation.

Only Jiang Yi, the leader, was a Soul Master of over level 30, and his third Soul Ring was even at the thousand-year level. Despite being seriously injured and almost having his Soul Power exhausted, he managed to fight his way out and escape with his body covered in wounds.

Leaning against a large tree, panting heavily, before the relief of surviving the ordeal could even well up in his heart, a faint voice rang out in front of him.

"Hehe, you're truly incredibly brave," he said, clapping his hands.

Jiang Yi suddenly looked up and saw the boy he hated so much that he wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin, standing calmly in front of him with his arms crossed.

"You...you little brat, how dare you show your face!"

Jiang Yi's voice was already hoarse, but the resentment and malice had seeped into his very bones.

"Today I will definitely take your dog's life!"

"Tsk tsk, what a boastful statement."

Ye Feng pursed his lips and walked towards him step by step.

"How much soul power do you have left? With your injuries, how much strength can you muster? How can you possibly fight me?"

A golden light flashed across Ye Feng's body, and his Radiant Body was activated once more. He charged forward with an overwhelming aura!

A primal, instantaneous eruption!

The two exchanged blows with brutal force!

Jiang Yi was shocked. How could this kid's strength and physical strength be stronger than that of an ordinary Soul Master!

If it weren't for my high soul power level, I probably would have been beaten down by this kid long ago!

But at this moment, his soul power was exhausted, he was seriously injured, and every punch aggravated his wounds, his strength was rapidly draining away.

"Get out of here!"

Jiang Yi unleashed his last potential, throwing a punch with all his might, forcing Ye Feng back several meters, and then turned and ran without hesitation!

Ye Feng steadied himself, watched his disheveled retreating figure, and calmly picked up the hard bow from the ground.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a Soul Master, even when seriously injured, he still has such explosive potential."

If he were in his prime, I really wouldn't dare to exchange a few blows with you.

He drew back the bowstring, nocked the last wolf-tooth arrow, and aimed at the figure staggering and running through the forest.

"Unfortunately, with your soul power exhausted, you're no different from an ordinary person."

The bowstring twanged softly.

The arrow is released from the bow.

Jiang Yi, who was running, suddenly stopped. An arrow pierced through the back of his head. He staggered forward two steps and finally collapsed to the ground, powerless.

Ye Feng slowly walked forward, confirmed that the body was completely dead, and skillfully rummaged through the corpse to find the money bag.

He weighed the heavy money pouches in his hand, then turned and disappeared quickly into the dark forest without pausing for a moment.

Returning to the familiar giant tree, Ye Feng felt as if all his strength had been drained away, and he slid down against the rough trunk.

Only after confirming that there was no longer any danger around did he exhale a long breath.

Once the tension in your nerves is released, fatigue and excruciating pain surge in like a tidal wave.

I picked up the kettle hanging on the wall, tilted my head back and took two big gulps of water. The cool liquid slid down my throat, slightly relieving the burning sensation in my body.

After resting for a while, he took out all the money bags that he had taken from the robbers.

Three heavy bags fell to the ground, the golden soul coins mixed with some scattered silver coins, gleaming alluringly in the dim tree hollow.

Ye Feng didn't mind and carefully counted them one by one.

712 Gold Soul Coins.

Tsk tsk, so poor!

A Soul Master of level 30 or so, leading four Soul Masters, couldn't even scrape together a thousand gold Soul Coins from the entire Soul Hunting Team's combined wealth.

That's a really bad situation.

He pursed his lips, casually gathered all the coins together, along with the six hundred gold soul coins he had earned from selling the lion, and stuffed them all into his pocket.

One thousand three hundred and twelve gold soul coins.

He weighed the weight in his chest and felt an unprecedented sense of solidity; he could be considered a small-time millionaire.

However, earning this money was far too risky.

The original plan to hunt down more soul beasts on the outskirts of the forest to exchange for money as cultivation resources now seems to be completely impossible.

This successful comeback was purely due to good luck.

The chaos of the beast tide concealed his whereabouts, and the appearance of the Netherwolves was of great help.

If I wait until the beast tide subsides and the forest returns to normal, and then I'm targeted by these desperados again, I'm afraid I'll really have no way to escape.

Through this bloody lesson, Ye Feng truly understood the treacherousness and cruelty of this world.

He felt no remorse whatsoever for the five people who died at his hands.

The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is the most fundamental law of the world.

They were wrong; they simply lacked both the skill and the luck.

If I were in their shoes, I would definitely not hesitate to snatch those six hundred gold soul coins.

Greed is the original sin, but excessive greed is a path to death.

Having already gained enough benefits, staying any longer would only put oneself in greater danger.

Too many people in the town have seen him; there's no guarantee he won't be targeted by some malicious individuals.

By then, you won't be able to leave anymore.

Having made up his mind, Ye Feng didn't delay any longer.

He packed up the several kilograms of dried soul beast meat stored in the tree hollow and carefully inspected the hard bow on his back and the short sword at his waist.

Everything is ready.

Using the sparse moonlight filtering through the woods to determine their direction, they hurried toward Nottingham.

……

More than half a month later.

A slightly disheveled figure appeared at the gates of Nottingham.

Ye Feng looked travel-worn and exhausted, his whole body radiating the weariness of a long journey, and he appeared somewhat disheveled.

I went straight to a reasonably clean inn in the city and booked a room.

After a thorough shower, I threw away my tattered clothes stained with blood and dust and put on a new black bodysuit.

He immediately felt refreshed and looked much more energetic.

Becoming a Soul Master naturally requires taking serious action.

That monthly subsidy of one gold soul coin is no small amount; it's not something to be taken lightly.

He pushed open the door and headed straight for the Martial Soul Branch Hall without pausing.

I knew the way well and soon arrived at the familiar building.

"Hey, Xiao Feng's here!"