The Miniature Nascent Soul was about to flee when Zhou Xiangqin flicked her jade-like hand. A slender green thread shot forth, looped around the Miniature Nascent Soul, bound it tight, and drew it toward Zhou Xiangqin.
Zhou Xiangqin seized the Miniature Nascent Soul in her right hand, and a gentle white light lit up her palm.
At first, the Miniature Nascent Soul struggled violently, but its features soon twisted as its body trembled without end.
After a while, Zhou Xiangqin loosened her hand, a contemplative look appearing on her face.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Wang."
Zhou Xiangqin thanked him and handed the Miniature Nascent Soul back to Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng took out a Silver Talisman and affixed it to the Miniature Nascent Soul. He put it into an Azure Jade Box, pasted a Golden Talisman over it, and stored it away.
"Madam Zhou, I heard there's a devil causing havoc everywhere. Have you still not caught the culprit?"
Wang Ruyan asked curiously. A devil at the Nascent Soul Realm had been rampaging about and slaughtering countless cultivators. More than ten Nascent Soul Cultivators alone had fallen, leaving the people of the Great Yan Dynasty in a state of panic.
"Seventh Ancestor personally took action and severely wounded him, but he used some miraculous Secret Art to escape. So long as he dares show himself again, he will certainly die. If the two of you discover his whereabouts, please notify us immediately. By all means, do not attack him yourselves. It took two Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators joining hands merely to grievously wound this devil. Ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivators looking to make trouble for him would only be helping him recover from his injuries."
Zhou Xiangqin spoke solemnly. This devil had disrupted the Great Yan Dynasty's ruling order and