Douluo Dalu: My Martial Spirit is the Worm of Time

Chapter 12 Xilin Mountains

Half a month later, Ma Wen finally sent a message.

"Yan Jin, get ready, we're leaving tomorrow," Amon said.

"Yay, I'm finally going to become a Soul Master!" Yan Jin cheered excitedly.

Lei Yin and the other children were happy for her too, surrounding her and chattering non-stop.

"Big Sis is becoming a Soul Master, shouldn't we celebrate with a good meal?" the slightly chubby girl, Mo Lei, said.

"Eat, eat, all you know is eat. We need to save money for Big Sis's schooling," Lei Yin rubbed her head.

"Hehe, once I get my Soul Ring and come back, we'll go to a restaurant for a feast!" Yan Jin waved her small hand, very generously.

Amon put down his book and said softly, "It's best not to make such a flag, it's very unlucky."

"Ah? Flag?" She said the word awkwardly, looking confused.

"It's when you make a promise to others before doing something dangerous, promising what you'll do after you come back. Usually, in this situation, the person doesn't come back. For example, a soldier tells his fiancée before going to war that he'll come back to marry her after the war, and then he dies on the battlefield."

Amon shrugged, "Although it's just a superstition, I think it's better to be cautious. There's a force in the dark pushing the development of fate."

"Why are you suddenly being so mystical?" Yan Jin moved closer to Amon and stared at him for a while.

Amon slapped the book on Yan Jin's head and walked out of the room, "You can choose not to believe it, it's up to you."

Yan Jin hugged the book, rubbed her head, and said, "Then let's go have a feast today!"

"Oh!" Mo Lei cheered.

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Frost Leaf City is adjacent to the Xilin Mountains. They stretch for hundreds of kilometers, like a giant dragon lying between heaven and earth, separating the Northern Province and the Idev Province.

The Xilin Mountains are home to a large number of Soul Beasts, making it the first choice for Soul Masters in Frost Leaf City to obtain Soul Rings.

Amon and Yan Jin waited at the city gate for the person Ma Wen sent to assist them.

A person wearing brown leather armor, a black robe, and a black cloth covering his face silently walked up to them, "Are you two little brats the ones?"

His voice was dry and hoarse, as if something was blocking his throat.

Yan Jin was startled and took a step back, looking at the ghost-like man with suspicion. She was sure she hadn't been distracted; staying alert at all times was her secret to surviving until now.

But he had suddenly appeared less than two steps in front of her!

"Are you someone from Ms. Ma Wen?"

"Yes, Glenn, a level thirty-two Agility type Soul Elder," Glenn introduced himself according to Soul Master etiquette.

Amon was stunned. This person was quite polite. This was also the first time someone had greeted him with formal Soul Master etiquette.

"Amon, a level twelve Auxiliary System Soul Master."

"If you are both ready, then let's set off."

Walking on the vast Frost Leaf Plain, the green grassland stretched as far as the eye could see, the distant mountains looming in the distance, with horses, elk, and other animals galloping past from time to time.

"Summer in the North is very short. You've chosen a good time. If it were winter, you'd have to trek through half a meter of snow, which is very dangerous," Glenn said.

"It's just luck," Amon smiled, "Mr. Glenn, what kind of work do you do under Ma Wen?"

"Assassin," Glenn said coldly, "For example, killing those who make her lose money."

He glanced at the two, the coldness in his eyes making Yan Jin shiver. Seeming to feel a little embarrassed, she widened her eyes and glared back.

Amon didn't care, saying easily, "That's great, we won't become your targets."

"I hope so."

The three of them walked for a whole day, finally arriving at a small market at the foot of the mountain.

This was a campsite that had spontaneously formed due to trade in mountain goods. The people coming and going were mainly merchants, hunters, and mercenaries.

Amon noticed that the proportion of Soul Masters in the campsite was not high, most were ordinary people, and the goods on the stalls were mainly ordinary animal furs, with only a few emitting Soul Power fluctuations.

He couldn't help but ask, "Do people who aren't Soul Masters dare to go into the mountains to hunt?"

"Soul Beasts rarely appear in the outer areas, mostly ten-year Soul Beasts, which even ordinary people can deal with," Glenn replied, "Soul Masters are ultimately just a minority in this world."

"Ride? Anyone want a ride? Carriage back to Frost Leaf City, only one silver soul coin."

In the distance, someone was shouting.

"Maybe we should have taken a carriage here, it would have saved a lot of time and effort," Amon pinched his glasses and said.

Glenn paused. He had been so focused on leaving a powerful and cold impression on these two little brats that he had forgotten about this.

After a moment of silence, he said indifferently, "I told you, I am an assassin under Master Ma Wen, I need to keep my whereabouts secret."

Just then, a burly man walked past and greeted enthusiastically, "Isn't this Glenn? I heard you're taking two little brats to hunt Slimes? Are these them? We're going into the mountains to hunt, want to join us?"

Yan Jin muttered softly, "Didn't you say you needed to keep your whereabouts secret? I feel like everyone already knows."

Glenn's forehead twitched, and he refused, "No, I'm not used to working with too many people."

Then, he looked at Yan Jin and said, "The man just now was called Collier, he is one of the suppliers of our Ice Thorns Chamber of Commerce and has some strength. In order to help you find a Fire Attribute Slime, Master Ma Wen specifically issued a reward for providing information a while ago, it's not surprising he knows.

We'll rest here for tonight, and tomorrow we'll go into the mountains to hunt for a Soul Ring, lest the Slimes run to other places or die accidentally. If all goes well, it can be done in a day."

Amon nodded, "I'll listen to you."

Glenn stopped in front of a shop and rented two tents.

He led Amon to the edge of the camp and began to set them up.

Glenn hammered the ground stakes into the ground and reminded, "Don't sleep too soundly at night, it's not just wild animals that can bring danger, people can too. Although the camp generally maintains the most basic order and won't act randomly, it's not absolute."

"I never lose my vigilance," Amon said with a light laugh.

Knowing there was danger in entering the Xilin Mountains, how could he not make any preparations? He had only come here with his main body and two clones, while the other two clones were far away in Frost Leaf City.

Even if his main body died accidentally, it wouldn't affect his continued existence. He was Amon, and all the Amons together were the complete him.

After his main body died, his consciousness and personality would be transferred to any clone, forming a new main body.

It's just that the price of death is a bit high. The main body is at least ten levels higher than all other clones. If the main body's position is transferred and the new main body's level is not high enough, the Soul Power level of the remaining clones will also decrease accordingly.

So Amon wouldn't casually risk his main body.

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