Although Yan Chihuo's magical power was sealed, the effects of his Spiritual Ear had not completely vanished. He heard every word Feng Yi said with perfect clarity, and his heart turned cold. He intends to use the Spirit-Suppressing Pill to control my soul, then refine me into a pill.
Feng Yi tossed the Spirit-Suppressing Pill into the pill furnace as well. The pill transformed into a tiny figure about an inch tall and drifted through the furnace. The moment it spotted Yan Chihuo, it shot toward him.
The little figure circled Yan Chihuo once, then abruptly transformed into a streak of light and entered through the Baihui acupoint atop his head. A faint ding rang out, and the Spirit-Suppressing Pill fell onto Yan Chihuo's body. Its spirit essence had already entered Yan Chihuo's body.
The Spirit-Suppressing Pill was indeed effective. Before long, Yan Chihuo's eyes grew dazed, and the refined spiritual herbs wrapped themselves around his body.
After one day, Yan Chihuo's body had shrunk considerably. Satisfaction appeared on Feng Yi's face as he intensified the furnace flames. Forty-nine days later, Yan Chihuo's body vanished completely, while dragon roars and tiger howls sounded from within the pill furnace.
Feng Yi was overjoyed. "The quality of this Heaven-Stealing Pill is actually even better than I imagined!"
"Congratulations, Master! Felicitations, Master!" Feng Qing said. "Once you consume this pill, reaching the Ascension Stage will be just around the corner."
With a point of Feng Yi's finger, a white pill the size of a pigeon's egg flew out. The instant it emerged from the furnace, it tried to flee, but Feng Yi had long been prepared. He made a grasping motion through the air, and a huge hand appeared from thin air to seize it.
Feng Yi stared at the spiritual pill before