Inside the Martial Dao Space.
Qin Yang refined the finer details of the Soul Severing Sword.
He soon completed its initial prototype.
This technique, called the Soul Severing Sword, was self-explanatory.
At its core, it used Mental Power to condense a sword, carrying Qin Yang's sword intent and possessing unparalleled sharpness!
Qin Yang could transform his Mental Power into a three-foot-long sword and easily destroy the souls of living beings.
"Sword of Souls."
Qin Yang sensed the memories in his mind and felt very satisfied.
Now that he had the Soul Severing Sword.
He had made up for another weakness in his cultivation.
The next time he encountered an attack from the Soul Devouring Insect, he would no longer be as passive as before.
"Not bad. It's about time to go back to work."
Qin Yang yawned, took out his phone to check the time, then waved at Xiao Bai in the distance. "Come back, Xiao Bai."
"Okay, I'm coming, Master!"
Hearing him, Xiao Bai quickly stopped playing around. Barefoot, she trotted toward Qin Yang through the gaps between the bookshelves.
With a light tap of her toes against the floor, her petite body trembled and transformed back into her White Fox form. She nimbly climbed onto Qin Yang's shoulder and curled up there.
Then, the man and fox leisurely departed.
After going downstairs, Qin Yang returned to the lending area under his charge. Pushing the little cart from before, he continued his daily work of labeling and shelving books.
But just then.
A rustling sound suddenly appeared within Qin Yang's mental domain.
Scratch, scratch—
It was the sound of insects crawling across the ground, coming from a nearby wall. They kept moving through the pipes, accompanied by the faint, fragmented sound of antennae brushing against surfaces.
"Cockroaches!?"
Qin Yang