Fleecing the Sheep

Wang Xian examined Sword Twenty-Three's soul and discovered that it was filled with the Immortal Script that had emerged after the number of Immortal Scripts surpassed a thousand.

Without studying it further, Wang Xian directly pulled Sword Twenty-Three's soul into his Sea of Consciousness.

The moment Sword Twenty-Three's soul entered Wang Xian's Sea of Consciousness, it immediately erupted. One Immortal Script after another flew out of his soul and began frantically devouring Wang Xian's soul power.

However, before a Sea of Consciousness guarded by the Soul Tower, those Immortal Scripts were just like the Immortal Script that had previously appeared within Wang Xian's body. They could not devour even the slightest bit of Wang Xian's soul power.

"Disperse!"

Within his own Sea of Consciousness, Wang Xian was practically an absolute god. With a soft shout, the Immortal Scripts that had flown from Sword Twenty-Three's soul silently dissipated, turning into strands of incomparably pure soul power.

Wang Xian did not absorb that soul power. It belonged to Sword Twenty-Three, after all. Without it, Sword Twenty-Three would likely need at least seven or eight years to wake up.

Next came the Immortal Scripts within Sword Twenty-Three's soul. Although Wang Xian possessed the "Soul" Heavenly Tome, he was still unfamiliar with the path of souls. To be safe, he directly used the Soul Tower.

After tossing Sword Twenty-Three's soul into the Soul Tower and conveying his intent to it, Sword Twenty-Three's soul was thrown back out by the Soul Tower in less than a breath.

"Ow!"

Sword Twenty-Three's soul was thrown out and landed hard on the "ground," letting out a pained cry.

"You can still cry out. Looks like you're fine!"

Wang Xian looked Sword Twenty-Three's soul over in surprise. He had not expected the Soul Tower to directly replenish Sword Twenty-Three's