The Artifact of Soul Seizure

"These were offerings for other medical facilities."

An Jing took a deep breath. His gaze darkened as he studied the labels on the brains and internal organs. "The demand is considerable. I don't know much about Xuanye City's underground trade, and I can understand the organs—but what are the brains for?"

Nian Quan, standing beside him, had gone pale. Though he had learned superior sword arts, fulfilled his talent, and become a genius, he had yet to witness the darkest part of this world.

He was not afraid of killing, nor was he afraid of facing the dead. But before this malice that treated human beings as materials and livestock, he was still far too pure.

—Was this death? Could this be called living? If one lived like this, what difference was there between life and death?

"Many cultivators who have used Evergreen Wood to modify and patch up their bodies want organ transplants. Ascension Cultivators are no exception. Once the modifications go too far, even replacing parts with another person's flesh is better than becoming an artifact spirit completely."

Huo Qing's expression on the other side was equally ugly, but having lived among the lower-tier gangs, even if he had never seen such things himself, he had heard plenty of rumors. He pulled out a Mind-Calming Talisman and stuck it to his forehead, only then feeling somewhat better. Slowly, he said, "As for the brains... mm, I don't really know either. But I have a guess—or rather, there's always been a guess over on our Fuchen Plains."

"Those corporate soldiers without blood or tears... where exactly do they come from? No one can infiltrate them, and nobody knows their origins. No one has even seen anyone truly become a core guard for one of the major corporations. The most