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Qingshan City, rear courtyard of the City Lord’s Mansion.
In a slightly dim secret chamber, a few moonlight stones were embedded in the walls, emitting a faint, soft glow.
Wei Yang sat cross-legged on a meditation mat, holding a jade bottle in his hand. Through the semi-transparent jade, one could vaguely see a clump of light gray translucent liquid suspended within.
As he gently opened the cap, a refreshing medicinal fragrance drifted out. Just one whiff brought a sense of immense comfort to the soul.
This was a recently refined Tier 4 Soul-Nourishing Liquid, created using three stalks of Tier 4 Soul-Nourishing Lotus along with other supplementary ingredients.
The recipe for this soul-nourishing liquid was originally Wei Yang’s own creation. After being corrected and improved by Yao Lao, and refined multiple times, it had become quite mature—capable of unleashing its medicinal effects to the fullest.
In terms of potency, it had already reached the peak of Tier 4.
It had excellent effects on restoring damaged souls.
Recently, Wei Yang had already started modifying this peak Tier 4 Soul-Nourishing Liquid, aiming to develop a strengthened version: the Tier 5 Soul-Nourishing Liquid.
After all, he currently possessed a Tier 5 Soul-Nourishing Lotus obtained from the Jia Ma Imperial Family.
Lotuses like these could actually be consumed directly and still provide substantial benefits in healing the soul.
Of course, refining them into a medicinal liquid with supplementary herbs would maximize the recovery effect—easily doubling its efficacy.
"You Hun Zun Zhe," Wei Yang flipped his hand again, and another jade bottle appeared.
Uncapping it, a soul body that looked extremely faint and dormant slowly floated out.
It was so faint it was almost entirely transparent—like a human-shaped bubble. It looked as if a light puff of air could blow it apart.
Even in such a weakened state, it still tenaciously resisted dispersing... Had it been any other soul, it would have long returned to dust.
One couldn’t help but marvel at the resilience of a soul at the Spirit Realm level.
With a thought, the complete dose of Soul-Nourishing Liquid floated out of the jade bottle and slowly approached the faint soul.
Then, it gently merged into it.
It was like pouring liquid onto a dry sponge—it was absorbed rapidly.
As the liquid was absorbed, the faint soul visibly began to solidify—almost at a speed discernible to the naked eye.
Its aura, too, gradually strengthened.
The effect could only be described as instantaneous.
Wei Yang silently observed and waited.
"I used a full dose of my Soul-Nourishing Liquid on you. You’d better not disappoint me. Otherwise..." He smiled coldly, "You’ll find it difficult to die even if you want to."
At this moment, in the void around them, faint, barely visible specks of light started to appear—so subtle that even perception techniques found them hard to detect.
These light specks shimmered with a trace of spiritual brilliance and slowly floated into view.
No one knew where they came from—it was as if they had materialized from thin air.
Eventually, they were absorbed by the soul body.
Wei Yang’s eyes twitched.
Mysterious Spiritual Substances!A kind of mysterious energy even higher than natural elemental energy!Wei Yang even suspected—could these be the so-called Great Thousand Spiritual Qi?
Once the medicinal energy had been completely absorbed...
The previously fragile and translucent soul of the You Hun Zun Zhe had become much more solid. The youthful features of his face became clearer, and his aura had recovered to about the level of a low-level Dou Wang.
After a while, the You Hun Zun Zhe lay flat on the ground. His eyelids twitched slightly as if about to wake—but soon, all movement ceased.
"Stop pretending. Since you’re awake, get up," Wei Yang said coolly.
Upon hearing this, the You Hun Zun Zhe visibly trembled. Then he slowly opened his eyes.
Wei Yang looked down at him, meeting his gaze with a faint, unreadable smile.
The You Hun Zun Zhe blinked blankly a few times and then closed his eyes. A moment later, when he opened them again, clarity had fully returned.
Wei Yang stared at him coldly.
The You Hun Zun Zhe slowly sat up, his expression somewhat complicated as he looked at Wei Yang. In a hoarse voice, he said, "I didn’t expect... I would still be alive."
"You should be grateful. You’re still useful to me—otherwise, what do you think would’ve happened?" Wei Yang said while calmly adjusting his sleeves.
Closing his eyes and sensing the current state of his soul, the You Hun Zun Zhe exhaled slowly. "For me to recover this much, you must’ve paid quite a price. Tell me—what do you want from me?"
"Straightforward. I like people who understand the situation," Wei Yang smiled. "I want those two soul techniques you used—what are they called... Soul Devour? And that soundwave-type soul technique you used on me—I want that too."
"That one’s called Soul Shock," the You Hun Zun Zhe replied with some pride. "Back when I roamed the continent, these two soul techniques were essential to my dominance. Countless enemies quivered at their name."
"Soul Devour and Soul Shock, huh? Sounds decent. Straightforward names," Wei Yang nodded. "What grade are they?"
"High-Level Xuan Grade," the You Hun Zun Zhe lifted his chin, full of pride.
"Uh... only High-Level Xuan Grade?" Wei Yang frowned slightly, looking a bit disappointed.
Just High-Level Xuan Grade, not even Earth Grade?
"Too low? You little brat!" At those words, the You Hun Zun Zhe suddenly exploded like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He nearly jumped up, pointing at Wei Yang, his lips trembling with rage as he roared, "You—what do you know? That’s a soul technique, a soul technique!"
He felt deeply insulted—offended, even.
These High-Level Xuan Grade soul techniques were his greatest pride. And now Wei Yang looked down on them with thinly veiled contempt, as if they were beneath him—how could he possibly not be enraged?
One had to understand—High-Level Xuan Grade soul techniques were far rarer and more valuable than even High-Level Earth Grade cultivation techniques or Dou Techniques.
They were priceless. Even if you wanted to buy them, you couldn’t.
The You Hun Zun Zhe glared furiously at Wei Yang.
"Forget it. High-Level Xuan Grade is still High-Level Xuan Grade. Just pass both of them to me," Wei Yang said indifferently.
Hearing that, the You Hun Zun Zhe closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before finally nodding, grumbling with dissatisfaction, "Fine. You’re getting a bargain, you ignorant brat."
"Oh? So agreeable? I thought you’d try to haggle or make demands," Wei Yang said with some surprise.
"Do I even have the right to make demands right now?" the You Hun Zun Zhe shot him a sideways glance.
"Nope," Wei Yang shook his head.
"Then why would I deliberately anger you and give you an excuse to torment me?" the You Hun Zun Zhe snorted. Googlᴇ search nοvelfire.net
"Smart." Wei Yang couldn’t help but clap with a chuckle.
As expected, these old monsters who’d lived for who knew how long—none of them were fools.
They could read the situation and adapt accordingly.
Knowing there was no way to refuse, it was better to cooperate and avoid unnecessary suffering.
At the same time, Wei Yang felt slightly regretful. He had been prepared to take his time and properly "convince" the other party through pain.
But now, the other party was being far too cooperative, and that robbed him of the satisfaction.
Where was all that arrogance from before?
The You Hun Zun Zhe extended a finger. "I’ll directly transmit the information to you."
Wei Yang nodded and leaned in slightly, lowering his forehead. He spoke in a low voice, "I’ve never seen soul techniques before, but don’t think I can’t tell quality. Don’t try anything funny to waste my time—or I promise you’ll regret it."
"I know," the You Hun Zun Zhe frowned impatiently.
Whether it was cultivation techniques, Dou Techniques, or especially soul techniques—none of them could be casually altered.
Even slight modifications could result in drastically different, even completely unusable results. As the saying went: a tiny deviation can lead to a massive error.
So, he never intended to play tricks in the first place.
As his fingertip touched Wei Yang’s forehead, the You Hun Zun Zhe slowly closed his eyes.
Wei Yang also slightly lowered his soul’s defenses, opening a narrow gap.
In an instant, a surge of immense information flooded through the gap and poured into Wei Yang’s mind.
Wei Yang too closed his eyes, calmly digesting the torrent of data.
The transmission was nearing its end. As the final portion of the information was about to flow in, the You Hun Zun Zhe secretly cracked open one eye to glance at Wei Yang. Seeing that Wei Yang had his eyes shut, fully focused on absorbing the content, his expression shifted subtly.
At his fingertip—still pressed to Wei Yang’s forehead—a mysterious, translucent sigil silently formed.
Without a sound, it slipped in alongside the final wave of information and snuck into Wei Yang’s mind through the small opening.
Wei Yang’s expression remained calm... as if he hadn’t noticed a thing.
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