Lu Feng's expression turned cold and stern. He took the Storage Ring and sensed it for a moment before saying, "No life force remains. He should be completely dead. Before dying, however, he used some secret Medicine Dao technique to condense his Soul Power into a pill, intending to have us pass it on to his disciple."
"To think such a mystifying method exists in this world," Jiang Ruoyun said, her eyes full of amazement.
Zhu Yizhong was equally astounded. "This method is somewhat similar to Longevity Valley's Spirit Transfer technique. I wonder how much taking such a pill would improve one's Soul Strength."
Lu Feng said darkly, "He harmed Old Ye so badly, yet he still gets his wish? That really lets him off too easily."
Tang Yuan said indignantly, "If we'd recognized him as Ku Chensha earlier, I'd have blasted that remnant soul of his to pieces."
As if suddenly recalling something, he urgently added, "Old Lu, quickly, let's check ahead. That bastard said Old Ye was struck by his Poison Palm. I'm afraid his situation isn't good."
Only after everyone hurried forward did Zhu Yizhong belatedly react. Startled, he asked, "The thief he mentioned was the companion you were looking for?"
The group followed the direction Ku Chensha had indicated for several hundred meters and, sure enough, found traces Ye Fan had left behind.
A weathered stone wall was covered in blackened, bloodstained silver needles. At its base lay a large mass of foul-smelling black sludge in the yellow sand, radiating a terrifying aura.
Tang Yuan said worriedly, "This should be the Poison Blood Old Ye forced out."
After saying so, he looked around for Ye Fan. When he failed to find him, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Old Ye isn't here. He should have