"All decisions are made by the young master!"
Although Zhang Peng did not know exactly what Jiang Jue planned next, his attitude remained unwavering.
"You two should return for now."
Jiang Jue waved his Soul Refining Banner, and both Nangong Wan and Wang Gengyin turned into two streams of gray light, instantly merging into the banner. The blood-colored patterns on the banner wriggled slightly before returning to normal.
"Zhang Lao, I may have to leave the Holy Sect for a while soon. I need you to carry out some tasks according to my plan."
Jiang Jue spoke calmly, his gaze locked onto Zhang Peng.
At this point, Zhang Peng's soul fire was already contained within the Soul Refining Banner. After Electrolux infused it with necromantic magic, Zhang Peng's loyalty had reached 100%.
This meant that Jiang Jue no longer needed to personally handle certain matters. In fact, assigning these tasks to Zhang Peng was the best choice.
Upon hearing Jiang Jue's words, Zhang Peng was momentarily stunned. However, upon seeing the deep, unfathomable light in Jiang Jue's eyes, he quickly suppressed his surprise and approached his master to listen to the plan.
In these past few days, Zhang Peng had already witnessed Jiang Jue's meticulous and flawless schemes, and he knew that Jiang Jue would never put him in unnecessary danger.
As a subordinate, the most important duty was to obey orders, do the work, and speak less.
A few minutes later…
Zhang Peng stared at Jiang Jue in shock, mumbling,
"Young Master, is this really feasible? Wouldn't this be too reckless?"
"Reckless?"
Jiang Jue chuckled softly. "If I don't do this, I'll never escape this cage…"
"Trust me, Zhang Lao. Just follow my instructions. No need to worry—I have it all under control."
"This matter isn't urgent. Move step by step. Your safety comes first."
Jiang Jue's eyes flickered with a sharp light as he reassured Zhang Peng.
After a long pause, Zhang Peng finally recovered. However, this time, there was no more doubt in his gaze—only deep admiration and absolute loyalty.
"Oh, right, Zhang Lao, while you're in Mingdu, keep an eye out for any soul masters with an Angel Martial Soul."
"Do you want me to take them out?" Zhang Peng's expression immediately darkened, his voice turning cold and murderous.
For evil soul masters like them, Angel Martial Souls were their nemesis. Whenever they encountered one, it was a kill-on-sight situation.
"Cough, cough… No, that's not necessary." Jiang Jue was caught off guard by Zhang Peng's murderous intent and quickly clarified, "If you find her, don't alert her. She will be an important part of our future plan."
If Zhang Peng killed Ye Guyi, he would lose a powerful future ally.
"Alright, Zhang Lao, I need to head back now. I still have to meet my master later. Make sure to clean up here."
Jiang Jue spoke softly before leaving with the God-Sealing Platform in hand.
"Farewell, Young Master!"
Zhang Peng's voice echoed in the dimly lit interrogation room…
Back in his quarters, Jiang Jue sat cross-legged on his bed, gazing at the God-Sealing Platform in his hands.
"Xue Di, don't be anxious. I will release you… just not yet."
Inside the God-Sealing Platform, a white mist-like soul began to crash against the container violently.
But it was useless. The God-Sealing Platform existed in an isolated space, where both time and space were frozen.
Unless someone used a special unlocking method or physically destroyed the container, there was no way to release what was inside.
Jiang Jue then summoned the Soul Refining Banner and placed the God-Sealing Platform inside.
Originally, the Soul Refining Banner could only store souls, but after Jiang Jue absorbed his fourth soul ring, it had undergone a transformation.
The internal space expanded from several hundred cubic meters to three thousand cubic meters, and it was still growing.
It seemed like it was evolving into… a self-contained dimension!
Moreover, the banner could now store physical objects as well.
Swish!
The God-Sealing Platform was effortlessly stored inside.
"As I expected… My Soul Refining Banner is more than what it seems. There must be more secrets hidden within it…"
Jiang Jue murmured to himself.
Even a God-Sealing Platform, which couldn't be stored in a spatial ring, could now be kept inside his banner. This meant that his Soul Refining Banner had the potential to reach an unprecedented level in the future.
Jiang Jue shook his head, pushing these thoughts aside.
It was too soon to think about that. He needed to focus on growing step by step. Right now, he was just a Soul Ancestor.
"Ice Emperor, when the time comes, you will sacrifice yourself to me… The future is approaching faster than I thought."
Jiang Jue muttered internally.
He had yet to add a single soul ring to his Body Martial Soul, mainly because he was still inside the Holy Spirit Cult. If he suddenly manifested a soul ring with nearly 400,000 years of age, the sect's powerful Titled Douluos would immediately notice.
With so many Titled Douluos—and even two Ultimate Douluos—within the Holy Spirit Cult, Jiang Jue wasn't willing to gamble with his life.
As his secrets continued to grow, he needed to make long-term plans.
Jiang Jue stood up, adjusted his robes, and walked out.
His master, Zhongli Wu, would be staying at the Xishui League tonight. He needed to meet him to discuss plans for the upcoming Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament.
Xishui League, Main Hall
"Hahahaha! Ming Lei, do you know how happy I am today?"
Zhongli Wu sat on the main seat, dressed in a black robe. His face was glowing with excitement, and his laughter shook the hall.
"As long as the Cult Master is happy, I am happy."
Ming Lei Douluo stood beside him, smiling politely, a perfect display of workplace professionalism.
"Boring! Truly boring."
Zhongli Wu shook his head. He seemed to be feeling a strange sense of emptiness.
"Master, what joyous occasion has made you so pleased? Could you share it with your disciple?"
A familiar voice rang out as Jiang Jue stepped into the hall.
"Oh! My disciple, you're here! Come, have a seat."
Zhongli Wu's face lit up even more when he saw Jiang Jue.
"Hmmm… No wonder you're my disciple. Even your appearance is as handsome and awe-inspiring as mine."
The more Zhongli Wu looked at Jiang Jue, the more satisfied he became. However, deep inside, a strange feeling of unease crept up on him—as if Jiang Jue would soon leave.
"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Jiang Jue was the Holy Son of the sect, as well as his personal disciple. How could he possibly leave?
He was probably just overthinking it.
"Cough, cough. Today, I helped Xu Tianran deal with his uncle."
Zhongli Wu cleared his throat and explained.
Thanks to Zhongli Wu's "loving" guidance, Xu Guozhong had finally yielded and agreed to serve Xu Tianran.
Xu Tianran had taken one step closer to the throne.
"Congratulations, Master! This is a major victory for our Holy Sect!"
Jiang Jue congratulated him with a smile.
"Hahaha, this was nothing!"
Zhongli Wu waved his hand modestly, but the pride in his expression was impossible to hide.
There was nothing better than hearing your disciple praise you.
"However… Master, you must be cautious of Xu Tianran. He has both ambition and skill. We cannot afford to let our guard down…"
Jiang Jue's tone turned serious.
(Chapter End)