Inside the ring was a tiny barb. It pricked out a few drops of blood, and once the blood was absorbed, the ring recognized its owner, becoming Qingluan's private possession.
A trace of surprise flashed through Qingluan's eyes. She tried to remove the red ring, only to find that it was now tightly connected to both her body and her soul.
Unless she cut away the portion of her soul connected to it as well, the ring had become a part of her.
For someone in the Great Emperor Realm, accomplishing this was nothing particularly remarkable.
But the tiny Third-Class Feng Ming Guard before her did not possess such heaven-shaking ability.
Of course, she could seek out someone in the Great Emperor Realm, but with her status, she was not qualified to do so.
The distinctions of rank among cultivators were far greater than those among ordinary people.
For ordinary people, as long as they schemed and planned properly, they would eventually get to see those higher up.
But for cultivators, the distance was like a heavenly chasm.
One stood above the Nine Heavens, while the other stood beneath the thick earth.
The gap between the two was simply too vast.
Qin Jiuge slowly departed.
The moment the red ring recognized its owner, the demonic cultivation art surged into Qingluan's soul in its entirety.
"Kill people?"
A smile curved Qingluan's lips, yet there was no resistance in her eyes.
After all, her current identity could not have been more suitable.
As a Third-Class Feng Ming Guard, Qingluan already had plenty of tedious matters to handle every day.
And though she was only at the lowest rank within the Feng Ming Guard, she still had some connections and some standing in the other Government Offices throughout the imperial city.
After all,