His body, his cultivation—at this moment, everything had betrayed him.
"Devil! You devil!"
Zhao Qingcang let out a desperate curse.
"Don't rush," Han Wuji said, his voice carrying a hint of temptation. "I've changed my mind. Killing you outright would be a waste. Squeezing you dry would be a little dull, too."
"Tell me what that connection is. Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death."
A flicker of hesitation crossed Zhao Qingcang's eyes.
But when he thought of the fate that came with having his soul searched, a fate worse than death, his psychological defenses crumbled completely.
"I'll tell you... I'll tell you..." Like a deflated ball, he went limp. "It's not a key... It's a token! A token that opens a Nascent Soul cultivator's cave dwelling!"
A Nascent Soul cave dwelling!
Han Wuji's eyes finally lit up.
"Tell me more."
Zhao Qingcang panted. Humiliation and resentment filled his face, but he still began to speak haltingly.
As it turned out, one of his ancestors had been a nominal disciple of Venerable Xuanji, a renowned Nascent Soul powerhouse from five hundred years ago.
In his later years, with his lifespan nearly at an end, Venerable Xuanji had found a place where the spiritual energy of the earth veins converged. There, he built a cave dwelling and prepared to pass away.
Before he died, he split the tokens that opened the cave dwelling into three pieces and gave them to the three disciples he trusted most. He told them that five hundred years later, when the earth-vein spiritual energy had nurtured a new treasure, the three disciples or their descendants could use the tokens together to open the cave dwelling and inherit his legacy and treasures.
The so-called Earth Vein Spirit Milk was the catalyst for the cave dwelling's