Xiang Yuan slapped a hand onto Master Bai Yue's shoulder, clenched his five fingers, and used the Sun Wheel Seal technique to sweep up every strand of devilish qi roaming through her body and stuff it all into his own.
Then came Ji Muqing.
It was far from the first or second time the master and disciple had fallen into Xiang Yuan's hands without the slightest power to resist. Every time, he had saved them, so they trusted him greatly. Their attitude was simply: Do whatever you want. Handle it as you see fit.
The others were nowhere near as cooperative. Including Purple Void True Person, they all suspected that Master Bai Yue and her disciple had already become the Great Demon King's forbidden playthings. The Great Demon King might save them, but he certainly would not save anyone else.
Xiang Yuan did not indulge them at all. If they dared dodge, he dared strike. First, a resounding slap across the face, then a kick, and only then would he sweep away their devilish qi.
After dealing with the human experts who had come to witness the ceremony, Xiang Yuan walked over to the row of eminent monks from the Liao generation. A chain of slaps later, he had saved this bunch of unlucky monks.
The unluckiest of all was Liaochen. Even Xiang Yuan truly had no solution for him.
Among the human experts, Master Bai Yue appealed to both reason and emotion, explaining that Xiang Yuan was not of the Devil Race, but had merely cultivated an extraordinary technique. The effect was not particularly good. In everyone's eyes, she was acting against her will, left speechless by reason yet still stubbornly covering for her master.
The Devil Race's Forget-Soul Powder was infamous far and wide. They did not blame