Refining Heaven Pavilion

"Y-Young Master, you... what are you..."

The old man surnamed Wang's face paled slightly. He had never imagined that Yi Yun would strike with such ruthless decisiveness, killing everyone outright.

Without turning his head, Yi Yun said to the old man, "Don't panic. I'll clean everything up."

Clean it up?

Old Man Wang froze. Things had already become like this—how could they possibly be cleaned up?

But he no longer cared. His son was already gone, and whether he lived or died no longer mattered. It was just that his granddaughter, Xiao Xiao, was still young and had boundless possibilities ahead of her. He truly did not want to see her wither away like this.

Just as Old Man Wang was at a loss, Yi Yun suddenly slapped the green clay jar in his hand. A plume of green smoke flew out of the jar. Within the smoke, a ferocious face took shape, swooping and dancing with bared fangs and brandished claws.

"What is that...?"

Old Man Wang's eyelid twitched. That green face looked exactly like some kind of demon.

"Master, what are your orders?"

"Soul Searching."

Yi Yun said it simply. Poison Demon let out a strange shriek and pounced on the young man. Although Yi Yun had shattered his soul sea, some scattered memories could still be extracted through Soul Searching before his soul dissipated.

And when it came to Soul Searching, Poison Demon was an expert. The information it obtained would be far more detailed than anything Yi Yun could find himself.

At that moment, the fat shopkeeper-like middle-aged man had only just awakened. He happened to see the young man being subjected to Soul Searching, and he was scared out of his wits.

Yi Yun glanced at the fat shopkeeper and was about to finish him