A steady, muffled thumping came from inside the black cauldron, as though something were about to emerge.
Less than ten breaths had passed from the moment Qin Wuji's right eye changed to the moment he subdued Shi Yue.
Cai Sisi and the others, who had witnessed the entire scene, stared in stunned silence, breathing a long sigh of relief.
"Stay here and handle what comes next. I'm going to refine this brat." Qin Wuji's voice was a little hoarse. He transformed into a streak of black light and flew off in a certain direction.
"Madam Qin, that voice just now didn't sound like Fellow Daoist Qin." A demonic cultivator said uncertainly.
"Didn't sound like Fellow Daoist Qin? Then whose voice could it have been? Fellow Daoist Sun, you must be joking. Fellow Daoist Qin's divine abilities are astonishing. He subdued that man with ease. The man's abilities were indeed impressive—he must have been a Nascent Soul Late Stage Great Cultivator."
Cai Sisi furrowed her brows, suspicion filling her beautiful eyes.
Not long afterward, inside a gloomy hall teeming with ghostly energy, Qin Wuji stood expressionlessly before a coffin.
Bang!
The coffin lid flew open, and a gaunt, middle-aged Daoist wearing a lotus crown sat up inside.
He looked at Qin Wuji with delight and muttered to himself, "Good thing this old man planted a contingency in you. Otherwise, today's situation would have been hard to handle. The Essence Blood of a Spirit Transformation Cultivator is enough to refine a batch of Blood Moon Pills. Once I take them, my injuries will heal much faster."
Just then, Qin Wuji's face twisted and contorted, as though he were enduring some kind of pain.
"Uncle-Master Liu, what do you mean by this? You actually tampered with the Heavenly Demon Eye!" Qin Wuji roared,