Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword

Yan Chihuo opened the door. Outside stood, sure enough, the beautiful middle-aged woman Jiang Yao.

Yan Chihuo invited her inside. After they sat down, he asked, "Fairy Jiang, what brings you personally to this humble place? What guidance do you have for me?"

Jiang Yao said, "I have a favor to ask. I hope you will agree."

Yan Chihuo said, "Please, go ahead, Fairy. So long as it is within my power, I will not refuse."

Jiang Yao said, "Would you be willing to teach me the Yin-Yang Contrast Method? Name any conditions you have."

Yan Chihuo froze. He had not expected this to be her purpose. Smiling faintly, he said, "Fairy Jiang is also renowned in the art of artifact refinement. Could it be that after seeing me use it once before, you still did not understand it?"

Jiang Yao gave a bitter smile. "The Yin-Yang Contrast Method looks simple enough, but how can one refine one's spiritual power to such an extraordinarily pure level?"

Yan Chihuo pondered for a moment before saying, "It is not that I refuse to teach you, Fairy. Even if I taught you the secret method for swiftly making spiritual power purer, you would not be able to learn it."

Jiang Yao was startled and was about to speak.

Yan Chihuo stretched out his right hand. A layer of black light three inches long surged from his palm as he said, "Fairy, you should know that this is deadly poison. Back when my cultivation was incomplete, I was poisoned. I could never drive it out, so I could only suppress it continuously with my spiritual power. That is how my spiritual power became so pure."

Yan Chihuo had concocted this lie because he had no other way to explain it. Jiang Yao certainly would