Yunxi watched the scene calmly. She wanted to see how long that Evil Soul could hold out.
"Old Ancestor, I beg you!"
Feng Jiarong's cry even drowned out the wails of the man on the ground.
The instant Feng Jiarong turned around, a ball of light shot out from the male cultivator's sea of consciousness and flew straight toward her brow.
This was the moment Yunxi had been waiting for. She raised a hand and formed a seal, and a net of lightning blocked the light ball three inches from Feng Jiarong's brow. It then wrapped around the ball and brought it before Yunxi.
The male cultivator, who had been wailing moments ago, had gone completely still. Only his faint breathing proved that he was still alive. At that moment, a tiny purple flame drifted unsteadily out of his body and floated back into Yunxi's palm.
Feng Jiarong had yet to recover from the sudden turn of events. She collapsed onto the ground, no longer begging Old Ancestor to save anyone, and merely stared blankly at the divine soul light ball.
Yunxi pushed the divine soul light ball before Old Ancestor Feng and said, "Old Ancestor, you should search it yourself, lest certain people claim that this True Lord is meddling in the Feng Family's affairs."
Old Ancestor Feng took another breath, glared at the distraught Feng Jiarong, then spread out his divine sense and began the soul search.
Without the protection of a physical body, the divine soul could only be slaughtered at another's whim. Moments later, it completely dissipated into the air.
Old Ancestor Feng raised his hand and drew Feng Jiarong into his palm, then said coldly, "Feng Jiarong, you truly are an outstanding disciple of the Feng Family. What benefits did Zhao Qinan give you that