Soul Splitting Art

"What do you mean?"

Xu Yi perked up at once.

Old Cangtou said, "In truth, tools have no right or wrong. It's people who have good or evil in their hearts. Those scoundrels, eager to get ahead, simply use them for evil. Tools for soul attacks, like the Soul-Summoning Banner, were never meant for ordinary lowlifes to possess. They're impatient for quick results, and every soul attack they use is built on snatching and refining resentful souls, then forcibly controlling evil spirits to hurt people. They've been wrong from the very root."

"True tools for soul attacks are nurtured with yin souls. They absorb the souls of the dead to increase their power. At the root of it, the one who wields such a tool uses their own yin soul. Those wicked practices, by contrast, rely on forcibly capturing evil spirits and controlling them with one's blood essence. When an evil spirit devours your heart, how could that be anything but the crooked path?"

"Speaking of the Soul-Summoning Banner, the history of Martial Arts records that five hundred years ago, a powerful cultivator at the Mid Soul Sensing Stage appeared in Naiman. He wielded a Soul-Summoning Banner and wiped out nine-tenths of the nation. When that banner waved, anyone below the Condensed Liquid Realm was no more than an ant. Even reading about it today, I can almost smell the stench of blood and gore on those pages."

Xu Yi was delighted. "You mean the Soul-Summoning Banner can be refined, as long as one doesn't take the crooked path?" His gaze abruptly shifted, forcing back two more cultivators who were approaching.

"Your killing intent is overflowing. Tsk, tsk. I wonder just how many lives you've taken, boy."

Old Cangtou smiled as he spoke.

Xu Yi said, "The path of cultivation