Fortunately, No One Can Beat You to Death, or Sooner or Later You'll Be Beaten to Death, Understand?

After a while, at the Spirit Mist Pavilion on the western side of the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect.

Fang Mo fiddled with the teacup in his hand. As he tilted his wrist slightly, a thread of tea, golden as honey, poured into the jade cup, filling the air with fragrance.

"So, according to what you mean..."

Fang Mo gently pushed one of the jade cups toward the other man, then picked up his own and took a light sip. "That Myriad Souls Banner wasn't a magic artifact you had newly refined?"

"Of course not."

Daoist Baihe also took a sip of hot tea before explaining, "I only regained consciousness this morning. If I could refine a magic artifact with such power in just a few hours... I'm afraid those demonic sects would never sleep peacefully again."

"True enough."

Fang Mo nodded upon hearing this. He also felt that artifact refinement ought to be an extremely complicated undertaking.

"Honestly, it's rather embarrassing to say."

Daoist Baihe scratched his head, but continued anyway. "The Myriad Souls Banner you saw earlier was actually a crude magic artifact I imitated from the demonic sects in my early years. It was called the Dead Sea Mosquito Book..."

"Dead Sea Mosquito Book, huh."

Fang Mo pressed a hand to his forehead. "So this was the thing you used as a magic artifact back then, and you only switched to the Treasure Cockroach Lamp afterward?"

"That's right."

Daoist Baihe explained awkwardly, "When I traveled the cultivation world in my early years, I saw demonic sects turn the innocent residents of several cities into Vengeful Souls for nothing more than their own selfish desires, then collect them within a Myriad Souls Banner. Righteous cultivators had tried to kill them as well, but two fists could not beat