"You idiot, who the hell do you think I am?! You need someone to trade their life just to deal with this thing?" Old Yao's soul perception emerged from Xiao Yan's body as he cursed furiously.
He was utterly disappointed in this wicked disciple. Even in death, Han Feng had to disgust both him and Xiao Yan.
Han Feng himself had no self-awareness whatsoever. With that little ability of his, he had merely taken advantage of Xiao Yan's weakened state to cause trouble. Why would they need a Dou Saint expert to deal with him?
The more Old Yao thought about it, the more irritated he became. Watching Xiao Yan's condition continuously worsen in the pool due to the chaos within his body, he finally let out a sigh.
He intended to use the method Han Feng had shouted about before leaving: Spiritual Energy Infusion.
However, he did not need to sacrifice his life. He would only lose a portion of his Soul Origin. As long as he could open up Xiao Yan's Soul Power to the Spiritual Realm, Xiao Yan would have enough foundation to refine Han Feng's consciousness on his own!
Of course, although Old Yao's Soul Power had once reached Heavenly Realm Great Perfection, he was now merely a Remnant Soul. At present, he could only exert power at the Spiritual Realm level. Therefore, this time, helping Xiao Yan's Soul Power advance to the Spiritual Realm could not rely solely on him supplying Soul Power.
Old Yao took out the Mysterious Spirit Secluded Bamboo, which he treasured dearly, from the Pitch-black Ring. Stroking the emerald green surface of its bamboo joints, he sighed. "It seems I'll have to sleep for another year or so this time."
Old Yao smiled bitterly. Over these past decades, slumber had been