Several days passed.
On the wide official road, a convoy of carriages sped forward.
Inside the carriage at the center of the convoy.
"Young master, happy birthday."
The old butler smiled gently and looked at the not-so-lavish seven dishes and three soups on the table. He said apologetically, "The conditions outside are simple, and there aren't many ingredients. This is all this old servant could manage. I hope the young master can make do."
"It's fine," Lin Rong said, sitting beside the old butler, completely unbothered.
"It's just my eleventh birthday, not a milestone year, so it's not that important."
"If you feel bad about it, Grandpa Yu, you can make it up to me in two months on your seventieth birthday."
In the spacious carriage, only Lin Rong and the old butler were present.
Since celebrating a birthday is a family matter, Lin Rong had naturally had the outsider Dugu Bo moved to the carriage behind, to keep Yang Wudi company.
The carriage floor was very stable, and the official road they were traveling on was also very smooth and wide.
Therefore, even though the carriage was traveling at high speed, there was no shaking inside. They could enjoy this birthday feast with peace of mind.
Lin Rong had been raised by the old butler since he was young. No one understood his dietary preferences better than the old butler, not even Lin Rong himself.
Thus, all seven dishes and three soups on the table perfectly suited Lin Rong's appetite.
Although only the two of them were dining, the one with the lowest cultivation among them was a high-level Soul Emperor. The ten dishes on the table could all be finished without any waste.
Happy times always pass quickly.
After the meal, just as Lin Rong was about to close his eyes for a short rest, he sensed something. He turned his head to look at the continuous mountain range outside the official road.
"One pursuing, one fleeing. The leader of the pursuers has a bright aura, while the fleeing group is covered in a strong, fresh scent of blood."
"In this era, with such distinct characteristics, it can't be wrong. It's the Spirit Hall's enforcement team pursuing Fallen Ones."
In the era of Douluo I, there was no such term as Evil Soul Master in the Spirit Master world.
Similarly, in this era, people never judged a person's good or evil based on their Martial Soul.
For example, Bibi Dong.
If it were in the era after Douluo I, either the Death Spider Emperor or the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Soul would be considered a definite Evil Soul Master.
Let alone Bibi Dong possessing both, she was practically an innate Evil Soul Master, the destined leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.
However, Bibi Dong's situation in the Douluo I era made her not only not an Evil Soul Master that everyone would condemn but also a Saintess of the Spirit Hall due to her outstanding talent.
The Qian family, who possessed the Six-winged Angel Martial Soul, acting this way indicated they knew that what determines whether a person is evil is not their Martial Soul, but humans themselves.
Whether a person is evil is determined by their actions.
Therefore, those who enjoyed killing and committed numerous evil deeds were collectively referred to as "Fallen Ones" by the Spirit Hall.
The Spirit Hall, which considered itself righteous, though it had hypocrisy and selfish motives, truly spared no effort in dealing with Fallen Ones.
To apprehend Fallen Ones across the continent, the Spirit Hall established an enforcement team.
This enforcement team represented the righteous side of the Qian family of the Spirit Hall. Therefore, it was stipulated that each team of the enforcement team must have at least one Spirit Master with a light attribute.
Moreover, regardless of the strength of the light-attribute Spirit Master, they would be the captain of that team.
Because the standard for judging whether a person is a Fallen One is their behavior, the enforcement team only took action to apprehend them and imprison them in Slaughter City after discovering them committing evil deeds.
Similarly, not every Fallen One was willing to go to a place like Slaughter City.
After all, it's a place where the strong are respected, and one can only enter, not exit.
Furthermore, Slaughter City has an entry threshold; not just anyone can get in.
However, everything can be a transaction.
Slaughter City is a one-way trip, and one cannot obtain food or various living supplies there.
The Spirit Hall, however, can provide these supplies to Slaughter City. In exchange, the Spirit Hall can bypass the entry threshold of Slaughter City and send Fallen Ones in, turning Slaughter City into a prison for them.
Because of this operation by the Spirit Hall, the trial ground used by the Asura God to select his successor has been turned into a mixed-bag refuse collection point.
Those Fallen Ones who wished to enter Slaughter City but did not meet the entry requirements only needed to commit a single act of murder, then obediently surrender when the Spirit Hall's enforcement team apprehended them, and they would be sent in by the enforcement team as they wished.
But for those Fallen Ones who cherished freedom, facing the apprehension of the Spirit Hall's enforcement team and unwilling to be imprisoned in Slaughter City, they would choose to flee.
These two situations for Fallen Ones are basically fifty-fifty.
The current situation was clearly the Spirit Hall's enforcement team apprehending Fallen Ones who were unwilling to enter Slaughter City.
"However, their direction and speed of pursuit will likely collide with our convoy soon!"
"This won't do. The matter of the Breaking Clan submitting to me cannot be known by the Spirit Hall yet."
"Moreover, if they collide, it might also lead the Spirit Hall to suspect that I was involved in the annihilation of the Wind Sword Sect."
"Forget it, I'll help you out then. Why bother imprisoning Fallen Ones in some Slaughter City? It's better to just kill them on the spot."
With this thought, Lin Rong transmitted his voice mentally to Dugu Bo, who was sitting in the carriage behind.
"The official road to the left, ten miles to the northwest, there is a group of Fallen Ones and a team of Spirit Hall enforcers."
"Remember, you go and deal with them all. Be clean about it, don't leave any clues behind."
"Go quickly and come back quickly, don't let them disturb me from enjoying the scenery along the way."
Inside the carriage of the vehicle behind, Dugu Bo was still eating with Yang Wudi. Upon hearing Lin Rong's telepathic message, he muttered softly:
"Why is it always me? You have so many subordinates, it's not like I'm the only one."
But despite his complaints, he didn't dare to slack off. After hearing the mission details, Dugu Bo immediately put down his bowls and chopsticks, flew out of the carriage window, and headed towards the northwest ten miles northwest of the official road.
About a quarter of an hour later, Dugu Bo returned.
"My lord, it's all done."
Inside the carriage, Dugu Bo reported the mission results, then took out a piece of cloth and spread it out. Inside was an ancient, dark carving knife.
"I got this from one of the Fallen Ones. When I held this carving knife, a strange power began to devour my vitality and Soul Power."
"Thinking that you, my lord, have extraordinary knowledge, I wonder if you know what this knife is?"
"Devouring your vitality and Soul Power?" Lin Rong looked at the carving knife before him, vaguely feeling like he had heard of it somewhere before.
Although it was a plain and unremarkable carving knife, Lin Rong sensed an extremely pure life force from it.
"No, it can't be!"
A plain, ancient black carving knife, a hidden pure life force. Connecting these points, Lin Rong instantly thought of a ranked carving knife that appeared in Douluo Dalu II.
The ninety-ninth ranked Spirit Devouring Fierce Blade.
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