Uncovering the Conspiracy

Gazing at the young man standing before him, his face wreathed in smiles, Flying Sword Daoist felt a surge of fear despite lying sprawled on the ground. Having reached his level of cultivation, he naturally valued life and death above all else.

Although Flying Sword Daoist now knew that death here was unavoidable, his greatest hope was that after he died, his soul could enter the Netherworld, cultivate anew, and achieve something within the Yin Ghost Realm.

If what the young man before him had said was true, and he would not even be given the chance to have his soul fall into the cycle of reincarnation, then he would disappear completely, with not the slightest hope of remaining.

"Young Master, you and I have no grudge against each other. Since I have been captured by you, Young Master, this old man has accepted his fate. But why be so ruthless toward me? Why not even leave my soul behind?"

Hearing Flying Sword Daoist say this, Qin Fengming was secretly delighted. He knew that although his opponent was ruthless, there were still some things he could not bear to let go of.

"Heh heh, Fellow Daoist Flying Sword, you already know the answer to that. You are a cultivator of Soul Severing Hall, and the number of people who have fallen by your hand must be considerable. Most of them, I imagine, had their souls extracted and refined into magic treasures by you, did they not?"

The young man's words made Flying Sword Daoist tremble. The sharp light in his eyes immediately dimmed.

Over the three or four hundred years he had cultivated, quite a number of cultivators had died at his hands. Most of them had indeed been subjected to secret arts, their souls refined by him.

"Heh heh.