Credit where it was due—the Pill Tower Ancestor was highly efficient.
Relying on his rich experience in the martial world, along with the elusive nature of a Heaven Realm Great Perfection soul, he quickly investigated the Soul Hall's objective this time.
"The Soul Hall is rather clever. They used Soul Origin, something that can increase an Alchemist's soul power, to draw in a large group of Alchemists, then found an opportunity to harvest them all. Not only can they take back all the Soul Origin they originally sold, they can also gain a large batch of powerful souls." Xiao Jin clicked his tongue in wonder. This business was no longer a matter of making enormous profits off a tiny investment; it had no cost at all.
"This old man found quite a lot of Soul Origin inside Eight Fan Sect's treasure vault. At the very least, it is at a level that would require a million people to condense."
Xiao Jin suddenly glanced at Medusa. The Soul Hall Protector had given Medusa alone a million-level Soul Origin, had he not?
He did not believe the Soul Hall would be so kind.
Thus, he took out that porcelain bottle again. A strand of soul power burrowed into the porcelain bottle, and a moment later, Xiao Jin's expression turned somewhat ugly.
Medusa asked, "What is it? Is there something wrong with this thing?"
"Yes. I think that Soul Hall Protector must have believed this was something you needed. He tampered with it."
"What would happen if I refined this Soul Origin?"
"You would become the Soul Hall's Puppet, lose your own consciousness, and have your life, death, and body entirely controlled by the Soul Hall."
Medusa's expression also turned ugly. She knew all too well what those words meant.
"The people of