A thousand feet underground, in the Blood Baleful Hall.
Scarlet firelight danced along the rock walls, casting the entire hall into flickering light and shadow.
The blood pool at its center bubbled and churned. Fine bubbles rose through the thick blood, and its bloody, baleful aura was so dense it was almost tangible.
Lin Sheng sat cross-legged on a jade platform beside the pool. Divine soul medicines and spiritual herbs lay neatly arranged on the jade tray before him, with Soul-Severing Pills, soul-congealing grass, and soul-nourishing flowers piled in layers, glowing with the gentle radiance of treasures that nourished the mind.
He had just swallowed two Soul-Severing Pills and was circulating his cultivation technique with his eyes closed.
Within his sea of consciousness, the pale golden serpent of his true spirit rose in coils, twining around the medicinal energy and slowly drawing it in to refine it.
The cracks in his true spirit had faded considerably. It had recovered by more than seventy percent, and this batch of resources would be enough to heal it completely.
Just then.
Lin Sheng's brow suddenly twitched.
Someone had triggered the restrictions at the hall entrance.
They carried a faint trace of sinister ghostly energy belonging to the Hungry Ghost Gang.
It was not He Tu.
He knew He Tu's blood baleful aura well. There was no mistaking it.
He did not move, remaining seated cross-legged without even opening his eyes.
He merely extended his divine sense to envelop the entrance.
Rumble...
The heavy black-iron stone doors slowly parted to either side.
A figure entered with his back bowed, his footsteps exceedingly light and cautious, as though afraid of disturbing him.
It was Wang Guiliang.
Holding the gold-trimmed brocade box, he stopped several yards from Lin Sheng and bowed deeply, his voice as respectful