Qin Yang found it regrettable that he still could not do anything to Inspiration High Priest.
With every confrontation, Inspiration High Priest behaved slightly differently, which only made Qin Yang more certain that Inspiration High Priest was entirely unlike those minor deities.
The difference was not strength, but rather that he resembled the Old Silver Coins in Qin Yang's impression.
And no old silver coin would be an emotionless puppet.
Unfortunately, every connection lasted a little too briefly. Inspiration High Priest always took the initiative to engage him, giving Qin Yang the chance to hurl the Heart-Slaying Spear across the void. Likewise, Inspiration High Priest also had the chance to send power through the air.
Unfortunately, whenever the Heart-Slaying Spear flew out, everything along its path would be shredded and annihilated.
That was why, after every connection, Qin Yang only dared to use the Heart-Slaying Spear.
If he used anything else carelessly, Inspiration High Priest might turn around and kill him instead.
But none of that mattered. Qin Yang had never expected connecting with Inspiration High Priest to accomplish anything.
Now, Inspiration High Priest seemed to be getting impatient, and Qin Yang's goal had been achieved.
He wanted to annoy Inspiration High Priest to death, annoy him until he finally refused to respond, preferably blocking the connection outright.
That way, Qin Yang could peacefully study how to crack that secret.
Every other day, Qin Yang would suddenly find a moment to harass Inspiration High Priest. If he was in a good mood, he would harass him.
If he saw some tasty new food he had never eaten before, he would harass him.
If the sky was overcast the next day and the sun could not shine through, he would harass him.
Qin Yang was becoming happier and happier. Inspiration High