Blood Soul Spirit Nurturing Scripture, Grand Yin Gui Water

It felt as though his divine soul were being torn apart by tremendous force, plunging Yin Chou into unbearable agony. Yet he relished this pain as though it were sweet nectar.

It was not because he had any masochistic tendencies. Being able to feel pain meant he was still alive, and staying alive was his greatest desire.

Enduring the piercing pain from the depths of his divine soul, he used every last ounce of strength to struggle up from the ground. He knocked his forehead against the earth and said, "Th-thank you, True Person, for sparing my life."

"This Seat spared your life because you still have value. Do you know how to make use of that value?" Song Changsheng said faintly.

"I do, I do. This lowly one is willing to serve as your inside man and dig out the precise location of the Holy... Demonic Sect's general headquarters, then hand it over to you, True Person." Yin Chou hurriedly replied. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled continuously down his forehead, quickly soaking the soil before him.

He knew all too well where his own value lay. It was the only straw he had left to clutch at for survival.

"Clever. As long as you faithfully serve This Seat, when the Blood Soul Demonic Sect is destroyed, you will be free," Song Changsheng said blandly.

He had just roughly examined Yin Chou's memories. This fellow had originally been a rogue cultivator active around the East Sea, seduced into the demonic path halfway through his life.

Since he was located in the Distant Sea and had killed only members of the Sea Race, if he could help uproot the Blood Soul Demonic Sect entirely, it was not impossible to spare his life.

"This lowly one understands. I will