Snow Fairy's face lit up with wild joy. She seized Yan Chihuo's arm and cried, "Really?"
Yan Chihuo nodded. Snow Fairy asked, "What exactly happened?"
"Don't rush. Let Zihai out first," said Yan Chihuo.
Only then did Snow Fairy remember that Zihai had also been badly injured, and she released him. With a sweep of Yan Chihuo's sleeve, a streak of purple light and a streak of golden light flew out and landed on the ground—Zihai and Little Five.
Yan Chihuo asked Zihai, "How are your injuries?"
Zihai frowned. "They're manageable. I won't die, but recovering will take ten or twenty years."
"Will there be any lasting complications?"
"Not to that extent."
"That's good. Next, I need to cultivate and heal my injuries. It will likely take around a hundred years, and I'll need you to stand guard."
Zihai froze. "Young Master, have you found a way to heal yourself?"
"I have. Speaking of which, I have this woman called Xue Wuwei to thank."
Then he said to Snow Fairy, "Take out her corpse."
Only then did Zihai realize they were talking about that ugly woman.
At his word, Snow Fairy took out the corpse of the ugly woman named Xue Wuwei.
"I never expected her to possess a Mystic Spirit Body," said Yan Chihuo.
Snow Fairy was startled. "One truly cannot judge a person by their appearance."
Zihai was completely baffled. "What is a Mystic Spirit Body?"
"In the cultivation world, a Mystic Spirit Body is the finest vessel for an external incarnation," Yan Chihuo explained. "If someone wishes to refine a Mystic Spirit Body into an external incarnation, they need only erase the body's original soul and inject their spiritual power into it. And once the spiritual power is infused, there is no loss whatsoever."
Zihai still did