The Harvest
"Phew... Experts like that really are terrifying. He nearly got away with the right timing, terrain, and people on his side."
Seeing Xu Yue seize the Nether Emperor's primordial spirit with Buddha's Palm, Meng Qi could not help but let out a breath of relief.
Then, with a strange expression, he watched Xu Yue reverse Buddha's Palm, turning Buddha into demon, and refine the screaming Nether Emperor whole into a sphere of pure black energy.
"You have the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts too, so there's no real risk in absorbing it. Want some? This is a great tonic."
Xu Yue tossed the pure black sphere toward Meng Qi, making him frown deeply.
"This kind of demonic art can easily affect one's mind. If it crosses the bottom line, there may be a risk of falling into corruption."
Meng Qi was not rigid or pedantic. He had eagerly consumed quite a few pills made from resentful spirits that he had obtained from An Guoxie before.
As long as they worked, that was enough.
But directly refining a primordial spirit into pure energy like this made him worry that Xu Yue would be eroded by the demonic art and become addicted to such rapid growth in strength.
"If you don't want it, I'll eat it all."
"No, give me half."
Meng Qi sighed. Rather than let Xu Yue swallow it all in one gulp, it was better for him to share some of the burden. He could only hope this fellow would continue to hold fast.
Still, even the vixens of Su Nu Dao could not do anything to him. Presumably, it would be difficult for a demonic art to change his way of thinking as well.
Given the foundations the two of them possessed, they could handle their cultivation speeding