Song Qingshu's eyes lit up. He had been troubled before, but upon hearing this, he suddenly saw the light. His previous plan had lacked a catalyst, and now that catalyst had arrived.
Those people gradually regained their senses. Realizing they had leaked secrets, they bit down on the poison hidden in their teeth and died on the spot.
Song Qingshu was startled. Wen Buqi's methods were truly ruthless; he had actually trained so many dead soldiers.
"Ah~" Princess Xiangxiang, who was walking over, cried out and hurriedly turned her face away, clearly unable to bear watching any longer.
Yuan Ziyi had spent years roaming the martial world and was accustomed to death, so she did not take it too seriously. Still, she could not help asking curiously, "Was that the Soul Transfer technique from the Nine Yin Manual just now?"
"How did you know?" Song Qingshu asked in surprise.
Yuan Ziyi replied, "A few years ago, I met Senior Sister Zhou and was fortunate enough to receive her guidance, so I learned some things about the Nine Yin Manual."
"Zhiruo." Only then did Song Qingshu remember that Yuan Ziyi's master was also a divine nun of the Emei Sect. He could not help smiling. "Come to think of it, shouldn't you be calling me brother-in-law?"
Yuan Ziyi's face reddened slightly, but she did not answer. Instead, she said, "Your technique is far too bizarre. With your cultivation, I imagine no one in the world could resist it. Wouldn't that mean... wouldn't that mean..."
Seeing her hesitate, Song Qingshu laughed. "What, are you worried I'll use it on women and become some flower-plucking rapist?"
Yuan Ziyi spat lightly. "You're already flirtatious enough as it is."
At that moment, Princess Xiangxiang spoke again. After she said a few sentences, Yuan Ziyi translated,