"Cough, cough~"
Blood seeped from Jiang Ping An's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.
The soul within his mind shattered like tofu.
He had only witnessed a scene from Fu Juedai's memories. If he had met the owner of those eyes in reality, he would already be dead.
"Haha~ Serves you right! You looked my father in the eye? You were asking for death!"
Fu Juedai regained consciousness and burst into wild laughter at the sight of Jiang Ping An's injuries.
Jiang Ping An wiped the blood from his face. "Good thing you had those immortal pills on you. Otherwise, I'd be dead."
Fu Juedai's laughter stopped dead. Fury filled her wrinkled face, and her eyes went bloodshot.
If only I hadn't brought pills for treating spiritual injuries.
In fact, Jiang Ping An had said it just to infuriate her.
Even without her immortal pills, he would not have died.
He had cultivated the Three Souls Spirit Art, dividing his soul into three parts. Those eyes had shattered only his primary soul and his second soul.
His Wandering Soul remained.
The Wandering Soul was controlled by his primary soul, but it had no direct connection to it.
Like an Avatar, it would remain unharmed even if the others were destroyed.
The Wandering Soul could become his primary soul, though restoring it to that state would take vast resources and time.
Still, her pills had helped considerably. They stabilized his injuries, sparing his Wandering Soul the time it would have taken to recover.
In the soul immortals' cultivation system, the soul was the essence, while the physical body was merely a vessel. Even its destruction was no great loss.
Where the soul resided, there the self resided.
Even if a soul took root in a stone, that stone would become the person.