Yan Yu's heart caught in her throat. An oath sworn in the name of the Demon God—how could it be broken so casually?
Breaking their agreement so easily over the corpse of a Demon King was far too unwise.
Never mind. The Dark Night Demon King was already dead; according to the terms they had agreed on earlier, the whole of Dark Night City was hers.
There was no need to breed discord over such a trivial matter.
With that thought, Yan Yu regained her composure and said apologetically.
"It was I who had thought wrongly. The Dark Night Demon King's corpse should rightfully belong to Fellow Daoist Xu. I hope you will not take offense at what I said earlier."
Xu Chunniang was very satisfied. "Fellow Daoist Yan is indeed forthright. As agreed, you may take the Dark Night Demon King's storage space and divine soul."
Yan Yu said no more. She directly took the storage space, then drew out the Dark Night Demon King's divine soul.
After being seared by the Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire for a full day and night, the Dark Night Demon King's divine soul was exceedingly weak.
He struggled desperately, but could not break free from that cluster of crimson flames.
Instead, every time his divine soul crashed against the crimson flames in his struggle, it was scorched smaller.
Yan Yu shook her head, a trace of heartache appearing on her face. She took out a porcelain bottle she had prepared long ago and sealed the Dark Night Demon King's divine soul inside.
She intended to use this divine soul to refine a puppet. If too much soul power dissipated, the result would be greatly diminished.
Seeing that Yan Yu had taken the storage space and divine soul, Xu Chunniang unceremoniously collected the Dark