Han Ming's features were not bad to begin with. Now, as she suddenly lowered her stance, changing from cold and domineering to meek and submissive, it stirred the heart at once.
Beneath the mask of the Azure Iron Han Armor, Ning Zhuo remained as still as an ancient well.
He took out Han Ming's magical artifact, the Soul Seizing Shuttle. "I heard that your Soul Devouring Sect's cultivation method can directly increase one's Soul Foundation by devouring souls."
"If you reverse the technique, you can purify the essence of your own soul through a magical artifact, then pour it into another person. Though there is considerable loss in the process, there are no negative side effects at all."
"With this ability, your sect allows elders near the end of their lifespans to pass on Soul Power, instantly giving younger cultivators a powerful foundation. This is also one of the main reasons the Soul Devouring Sect became a Great Demonic Sect."
"Han Ming, I would like to ask you to help me cultivate."
The Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill was a medicinal pill, and Ning Zhuo could not bring it with him when his soul entered the palace.
Even if he took it before entering the palace and carried its medicinal effects with him, they would not last long.
Ning Zhuo preferred settling things in one stroke. Why not directly increase his Soul Foundation?
The moment he saw the intelligence on the Phoenix Soul Blood Incense Pill and then saw Han Ming, he had decided to capture her alive.
Hearing the Tassel-Haired Wanderer's words, Han Ming's eyes widened, and a chill instantly spread through her entire body. "I understand now. I was your true prey!"
"Attacking Purple Sun Villa was just a smokescreen!"
"This was a trap—a vicious, poisonous trap!"
Han