Chapter 20: The Second Soul Ring and the Error
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Amon's inherent talent for cultivation had long since returned to the level of full innate soul power. In addition, he delegated many trivial matters to his clones, allowing him to concentrate on meditation. Therefore, his soul power level increased rapidly, and he had already reached level thirty.
His second soul ring came from a two-thousand-year-old E'shou beast.
Since he could use the Worm of Time clone to help Yan Jin share the energy and thus absorb a soul ring beyond the limit, he could naturally use the same method to absorb a soul ring with a higher age.
Similarly, after the energy was diverted, the age of the soul ring decreased, only about one thousand three hundred years.
E'shou beasts are not low-level soul beasts like Slimes; they are cunning and dangerous.
In order to hunt this E'shou beast, the Ice Thorns Chamber of Commerce paid a heavy price. Even Glenn was injured and had to lie in bed for a week before recovering.
Amon called his second soul skill "Swindler."
It can increase affinity, making it easier for others to believe what he says. It's a subtle mental influence. This is a permanent effect that exists for a long time without having to activate the soul skill.
When actively activated, it can affect the thinking ability of targets within a 50-meter radius, making their thinking sluggish. The effect is related to the comparison of the user's and the target's mental strength. If the target's mental strength far exceeds his own, then this influence will become extremely limited.
Amon's third soul ring target is the "Eyeless Snake," a soul beast with extremely strong perception. This soul beast is not found in the Xilin Mountains, so he plans to join a senior soul master academy first, and then go to Sunset Forest to hunt it.
In addition to reaching level thirty in soul power, the number of his half-soul power level Time Clones has also reached more than one hundred and fifty.
The soul power level of these Amons is uniformly level twenty!
Their soul rings do not need to be hunted; they will automatically generate the same ones as the main body when they reach the level.
The cultivation talent of the half-soul level Time Clones is equivalent to only half a level of innate soul power. According to common sense, it is impossible to cultivate so quickly, but Amon exploited a bug.
When he reached level twenty, he made an attempt to let the clone draw the soul ring generated by the soul beast he hunted.
Theoretically speaking, the Worm of Time clone is also part of his martial soul and should be able to absorb soul rings. However, the clone's soul ring is automatically generated based on the main body and will not obtain a new soul ring itself.
The final result was that the clone did not obtain the corresponding soul skill but absorbed the energy in the soul ring, and its soul power level increased rapidly.
After Amon reached level thirty, he made a special trip to the Xilin Mountains and hunted low-level soul beasts on the periphery, using this bug to raise all the clones to level twenty.
"Ah… I'm so bored. When will we arrive?"
Yan Jin rubbed her buttocks. The carriage's shock absorption was not good, and sitting for a long time was a disaster.
"Be patient. It's only been three days. Northland City is hundreds of kilometers away from Frostleaf City, and we'll have to spend more than ten days on the road," Lei Yin replied.
"Ah?" Yan Jin sighed and lay motionless on the cushion, like a corpse. "I'm going to die of boredom. Can't we find some fun?"
"If you're really bored, I have a suggestion," Amon pinched his monocle, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Oh? Tell me about it."
And so…
Yan Jin and Lei Yin were kicked off the carriage by Amon and made to jog behind the carriage, ostensibly to exercise, and the carriage finally returned to silence.
The coachman was a middle-aged man with streaks of white in his sideburns. He didn't want to do this kind of long-distance business because it was too far and easy to encounter danger.
But Amon gave him a price he couldn't refuse: fifteen gold soul coins. This was money he couldn't normally earn in a year. In addition, the three were willing to listen to his advice and take a detour for safety, so he accepted the job.
He looked back at the two people following the carriage and shook his head, not understanding their behavior of abandoning the comfortable carriage and walking on foot.
"Damn it, what kind of crap suggestion is this?" Yan Jin complained as she ran.
Lei Yin sighed. "Sister, please say less. It's because you were too noisy that you angered Mr. Amon."
"Angered? I don't think so. That guy never gets angry," Yan Jin shrugged indifferently. "Even if you put a knife to his neck, he can still talk to you with a gentle expression… He's just wicked."
Lei Yin thought to herself that anyone would be nice if someone put a knife to their neck.
Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and the horse pulling the carriage was a little panicked.
More than a dozen masked men in black stood in the road, holding bright knives.
The coachman looked at them tremblingly, feeling a little regretful.
He knew he shouldn't have been greedy for the money. It really wasn't so easy to get. He was afraid he would lose his life this time.
The leader of the black-clothed men stepped forward, put his knife on his shoulder, and said fiercely:
"Stop the carriage! This place is my territory. If you want to pass, leave something to show respect…"
He suddenly saw Yan Jin coming up from behind, and his eyes lit up. "Wow, there's a little beauty too."
"Hehe… He praised me as a beauty," Yan Jin smiled exceptionally happily. "No one has ever praised me like that before."
Lei Yin rubbed her forehead helplessly.
Amon put his hand on the car window, then leaned hard, flipped from the carriage into the roof. He pinched his monocle and sat on the edge of the roof to watch the show.
"Hand over all the beauties and valuables…"
"Hand over all the money!" Yan Jin said faster than him.
She put her hands on her hips, walked forward, and repeated to the somewhat stunned bandit leader: "Hand over the money. Because you praised me as a beauty, I can let you leave."
"Ah? Me?" The bandit leader pointed to himself with his index finger. "Hand over the money?"
"Why are you dawdling?" Yan Jin was never a patient person.
Her fist lit up with red light, and the scorching heat caused the surrounding temperature to rise. The density of the air suddenly changed due to being heated, and the scenery in front showed some distortion.
The first soul ring lit up, the yellow halo was not dazzling, but it was unusually solid.
"Great Fireball!"
The huge fist made of lava arrived in an instant, engulfing the bandit leader and the two unlucky guys behind him.
Clothes, hair, skin, flesh, bones… The terrifying high temperature burned everything they owned to ashes.
When Yan Jin retracted her martial soul, the lava disappeared, and only the melted ground showed that the terrible scene just now was not an illusion.
The coachman was both happy and horrified, and his gaze towards Yan Jin contained a bit more awe.
He originally thought that these three were children from a wealthy family. Amon, who looked like an older brother, might be a soul master, but probably not very strong.
He didn't expect that the most childish girl who kept chattering along the way could show such a side.
"Soul… Soul Master?"
The remaining bandit lackeys, although frightened and unable to hold their knives steady, still did not scatter and run away.
Amon noticed that they frequently cast their eyes on a small black-clothed man on the edge. He realized that this might be their real leader.
He didn't rush to take action, but quietly watched, waiting for Yan Jin to deal with it.