Yan Chihuo cultivated the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations. This soul-seizing technique was utterly incapable of escaping his eyes. He examined several more corpses and found that they had all died in the same manner.
Yan Chihuo thought to himself, This place is not far from where I was, and there are no powerful restrictions here. How did I fail to notice anyone coming here before? Even if I was cultivating, for someone to evade my Spiritual Ear, they must be truly formidable.
He lifted his head again and looked into the sky, where Su Yuwen came drifting over. What puzzled Yan Chihuo was that there was actually a trace of demonic qi on her body. This was clearly a sign of cultivating demonic arts. The trace was extremely faint, yet exceptionally pure.
Seeing Yan Chihuo, Su Yuwen said, "Fellow Daoist Yan has come as well." She then landed and inspected the corpses. Terror appeared in her eyes as she said, "She has come." Yan Chihuo was secretly startled. Given Su Yuwen's cultivation, it was rare indeed for anything to frighten her. If it were a cultivator at the Dao Integration Stage, why would they need to play such ghostly tricks? They could simply come to her door. Even if Su Yuwen and he joined forces, they would have no power to resist.
Yan Chihuo asked, "Is this your enemy, Fairy? Who exactly is this person?"
A bitter smile appeared on Su Yuwen's face. "You may not believe me if I tell you, Fellow Daoist, but I have no idea whether this person is male or female, nor do I know their origins. I do not even have the slightest clue how I came to bear a grudge against them."
The more Yan Chihuo heard, the stranger it seemed. Knowing that Su