Fan Wubing furrowed his brow,

"Do you know what this place is? How dare you do such a thing!"

"Are you here to reprimand me?" The flames of soul fire in the Soul Daoist's eyes flickered, "Don't be so pretentious like a scholar."

If his soul weren't still recovering, Fan Wubing wouldn't want to say so much. He assumed a relaxed posture,

"I understand what you're thinking. You want to leave here, ascend from this place, and venture into a broader world, right?"

The Soul Daoist laughed,

"All the monsters in the city know my thoughts. They worship me daily, hoping for the day when one person attains the Dao and even the chickens and dogs ascend. But so what?"

"And if I told you, that the moment you leave this place, you would meet your doom, what then?"

The Soul Daoist's Daoist robe rustled, expressing surprise,

"You actually care about me now. Shouldn't you be more concerned about whether you might meet your end?"

"How do you know there isn't someone outside watching us?" Fan Wubing squinted his eyes.

The Soul Daoist laughed maniacally,

"How long do you think I've been here? Do you think I don't know the restrictions? The people outside can't enter, nor can they watch over you. Even if you died fully, everything would remain the same. Seeking fortune... seeking fortune... Why have you never thought that you're here to deliver it to me?"

Fan Wubing's heart sank... he actually knows that outsiders can't manage the land of the Peach Blossom Spring!

He initially thought he could use this to negotiate with him, but now it seems completely useless.

Fan Wubing realized... this Soul Daoist is far more aware of the situation in this Peach Blossom Spring than he is.

The Soul Daoist's tone suddenly turned heavy,

"Boy, I know you want to bide your time, let your exhausted soul rest."

Fan Wubing's brow twitched.

He saw through me!

The Soul Daoist said,

"No one understands the soul better than I do. Do you think you're clever? Did you imagine that I'd be quite happy to drag things out too?"

Fan Wubing was shocked.

The Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill immediately spread around him. He soon discovered that the Evil Qi dispersed all around began to gather towards this direction, targeting... the dark purple Evil Qi dragon above the Daoist Temple!

As the evil qi continued to converge, the dragon became more vivid. Initially, it was just a rough shape, but now the scales on its surface could be clearly seen.

The rain curtain covered the Daoist Temple.

Fan Wubing stood in the rain. Yet not a single hair on him was soaked.

The Blood Burning Skill kept operating, and the passive "Heart Burning" kept stacking.

But, facing such a Soul Daoist, he felt no confidence.

Just like Luo Qingyao said, this Soul Daoist was infinitely close to the Nascent Soul Realm. In fact, it wasn't the realm restrictions suppressing him but this Peach Blossom Spring. Once out of this land, it's unimaginable what level of cultivation he would break through to.

Twelve days remained before the Peach Blossom Spring closes.

If the Soul Daoist continued unchecked, it wouldn't even take twelve days to wipe out all the outsiders.

Who is the hunter, who is the prey, is abundantly clear.

Fan Wubing, at this moment, had no mood to blame the Daoist School for not managing its own blessed land. He sought only to find a way to survive...

And sensing the Soul Daoist's obsession, perhaps the only way to survive was to defeat him.

No time for rest.

Fan Wubing concentrated the rain between the Daoist Temple, making the rain curtain denser. Billows of mist rose from the ground, disrupting the aura of the environment while concealing his figure.

He moved like a specter, his steps like a ghost, flashing through the rain, in an instant appearing before the Soul Daoist, throwing a punch at him.

The shadow of the Soul Daoist suddenly split in half.

The punch landed on empty air.

What!

Fan Wubing quickly withdrew, avoiding being caught in a trap.

The Soul Daoist's voice came from the other side of the rain curtain,

"A punch. Is that your way of fighting? Indeed, the feeling of a punch landing on the flesh, breaking bones, shattering organs, and the sound of bursting blood is quite enjoyable. But look at me carefully, do I have a physical body?"

Indeed,

The Soul Daoist had no physical body.

In the name "Soul Daoist," the "Soul" is the key.

If there is no physical body, what about a soul attack!

Divine Power Soul Suppressing Skill!

Fan Wubing's eyes blazed with golden light, his Purple Mansion Divine Soul glowing with a layer of brilliance. A shocking divine power surged from his brow.

The scorching divine power swept over everything, threatening to destroy the Soul Daoist.

The Soul Daoist's phantom jerked violently, his tone no longer as carefree,

"Divine power? You actually possess divine power? I thought it was a charade! No wonder Shen Tu was so thoroughly deceived by you!"

Fan Wubing replied gleefully,

"Can't I truly be a Great God?"

The Soul Daoist burst into laughter, unreserved in his mockery,

"Great God? Even if you pretend to be a divine ghost, so what? What do I fear of you as a Great God? I inherit the orthodox tradition of the Daoist School."

"Daoist orthodoxy? Ridiculous!"

Fan Wubing continuously suppressed him with the Divine Power Soul Suppressing Skill.

The Divine Power Soul Suppressing Skill has a 100% effect enhancement against all evil. Indeed, as soon as he released his divine power, the surrounding Evil Qi was completely annihilated.

The Soul Daoist's silhouette flickered under the intimidation of such divine power, threatening to disappear at any moment.

Fan Wubing continuously advanced,

"The overwhelming Evil Qi devastates all living things! A bizarre place like this shanty town disrupts the entirety of Nanlai City! How dare you call yourself a Daoist orthodox!"

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