Happy Youth focused all his attention on sensing the circulation of aura within the other party's Purple Mansion. He did not even dare breathe too loudly, much less make any rash or reckless move.
There was no other reason—only because the other party was poisonous.
Had it been any other ordinary Golden Core Stage cultivator, they would likely have long since become prey in his pouch, easily subjected to successful Soul Possession.
Yet at this very moment, faced with such a sinister person, no matter how unwilling and anxious Happy Youth felt, he absolutely did not dare act rashly.
He thought to himself, Better to lie low for now and patiently wait for the best opportunity.
Once I gradually recover my strength, I'll find a suitable chance to carry out the grand plan of Soul Possession in one stroke!
Just as Happy Youth continued calculating these plans in his mind, an unusual sensation suddenly rose in his heart without warning.
To his shock, he sensed a slender silver needle, fine as a thread and cold to the bone, stabbing straight toward the crown of his head from the hazy void at a speed too swift to cover one's ears.
Before he could react, the mysterious needle had already pierced his crown with unerring precision.
In an instant, piercing agony spread through his entire body, making Happy Youth tremble uncontrollably.
But this was only the beginning. Just as the first silver needle sank into his head, silver needles came one after another, falling like dense raindrops and sweeping toward him in an all-encompassing barrage.
In the blink of an eye, countless silver needles deeply pierced every vital point of Happy Youth's body, firmly sealing away all his thoughts and intentions.
He completely lost the ability to move, standing frozen on the