Beating Old Master Ren

Once mastered, this technique can bend evil spirits to one's will. While it lacks the raw dominance of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, it is an exceptionally sinister art.

To control the human mind—its true strength lies in its deviousness.

Top-tier in the plane?

These four words struck deep into Fei Luo's heart.

Suddenly, Fei Luo glanced at the Great Freedom Primordial Dao Sect's comprehension rate, which was still at a mere fraction of a percent, and realization dawned on him.

The Great Freedom Primordial Dao Scripture clearly requires a certain threshold of cultivation to be reached first.

Take this Soul Capture Art, for instance; he is currently at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, but what if he were at the Late Stage?

Since the cultivation techniques advance automatically every day with a Ten Thousandfold Amplification, would his realm progression have an impact?

Thinking of this, Fei Luo did not hesitate. He took out a Heaven Origin Soul Gathering Pill and swallowed it.

"Boom!"

Before long, Fei Luo felt his internal mana surging once more out of thin air, the Heaven Origin Soul Gathering Pill transforming into pure energy that flooded his limbs and bones.

At the same time, the system's voice continued to ring in his mind.

"Ding! Under the Ten Thousandfold Amplification of your Human-grade Fifth-rank Spiritual Root, the cultivation progress of the Nine Heavens Thunder Invocation Art has reached 15%!"

"Ding! Under the Ten Thousandfold Amplification of your Human-grade Fifth-rank Spiritual Root, the cultivation progress of the Soul Capture Art has reached 100%! Perfectly comprehended."

"As I thought." Fei Luo's eyes shone with brilliance, a sudden clarity washing over him.

At the Foundation Establishment Late Stage, the Nine Heavens Thunder Invocation Art could automatically advance by ten percent per day of diligent practice, while the Soul Capture Art was a technique that could be perfectly mastered at this stage.

Fei Luo gained a deep understanding; if he were to use the Soul Capture Art on someone now, he could seize their soul, know everything in their heart, and even control their actions.

This.

Such a domineering method—if it fell into the hands of an evil cultivator, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fei Luo pondered this, a chill running down his spine.

Techniques cannot be released automatically, just as a sword cannot wound someone on its own.

Whether a technique is evil or not depends entirely on the user, not the technique itself.

"In the future, I can test it out when I encounter suitable ghosts or monsters," Fei Luo whispered.

The Soul Capture Art has a low floor but an extremely high ceiling.

He cannot control those with a cultivation level higher than his own, but it is one hundred percent effective against those of lower levels, and this effectiveness increases automatically as his own cultivation improves.

"These two Heaven Origin Soul Gathering Pills and the remaining three Marrow Cleansing Pills—I should find an opportunity to give them to Master."

Fei Luo thought it over and made up his mind.

Master's current strength is only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage. Fei Luo knows that Master will become powerful in the future, but that would take too long.

Uncle Nine treats him like his own flesh and blood, so he should not hold back.

With three Marrow Cleansing Pills left, it's perfect for Master, Qiusheng, and Wencai to have one each, and these two Heaven Origin Soul Gathering Pills can help Master raise his cultivation level.

Fei Luo's eyes glinted with sharp light; with the system, he certainly cannot stay by Master's side forever.

In this vast world, there are plenty of ghosts and monsters waiting for him to subdue them.

Staying by Master's side indefinitely would not be beneficial for him.

Meanwhile, Qiusheng, who had gone out to buy glutinous rice, stumbled into a rather romantic encounter.

Riding his bicycle, Qiusheng traveled along the small path toward the rice shop in his memory.

The bright, clear moon hung in the sky like a silver disc, casting its light upon the earth and making everything clearly visible.

Whoosh~

As if a night breeze had passed, a woman in a long white dress suddenly appeared behind Qiusheng. Her eyes held a strange hue as she sized up the cycling Qiusheng.

Qiusheng was completely oblivious to all of this.

"Dong~"

"The weather is dry, watch out for fire and candles!"

Not far away, the voice of the night watchman rang out.

In the old society, the profession of a night watchman served to announce the time and warn people to guard against fire and theft. Furthermore, as bandits were rampant, the night watchman could sound an alarm at the first sign of trouble to prevent losses.

At this moment, the woman in white revealed a smile, a plan forming in her mind.

She reached out with her slender hand, gave a light wave, and instantly vanished from the spot.

"Help~" A woman's cry for help drifted from the distance.

Qiusheng paused, his expression changing drastically as he saw the woman in white being harassed by the night watchman.

"How bold!" Hot-blooded and impulsive, Qiusheng could not stand the sight. He immediately stopped his bicycle and lunged forward in a single bound.

"Hah!" With a flying kick, Qiusheng sent the bewildered night watchman sprawling and helped the woman in white to her feet.

"Ouch~" The night watchman, kicked away, scrambled to his feet and fled in a panic.

"Miss, are you alright?" Looking at the woman before him, with her graceful figure and soft, elegant features, the boneless, delicate sensation of her skin against his hands instantly stirred a sense of affection in Qiusheng.

That's right, at this moment, Qiusheng was simply lusting after her body.

"I am fine, thank you for saving me, young master. If not for you, I fear that..." Dong Xiaoyu raised her sleeve to feign shyness, which only made Qiusheng's heart race even faster.

"Miss, it's so late, why are you out here all alone? Where is your home? Let me take you back," Qiusheng asked softly, his eyes filled with concern as he looked at Dong Xiaoyu.

"My home is just a short distance ahead, thank you, young master," Dong Xiaoyu said in a dainty voice.

"Alright, I'll take you."

Qiusheng didn't stand on ceremony; he helped Dong Xiaoyu onto his bicycle and rode off in the direction she indicated.

Dong Xiaoyu wrapped her jade-like arms around Qiusheng's waist, pressing her body against his back. Her delicate nose twitched as she inhaled deeply of the masculine energy radiating from him, a hazy, intoxicated look in her eyes.

Such rich yang energy. I never expected this man to be a practitioner of the Dao. I will slowly drain you dry until you are nothing but a husk! Dong Xiaoyu stared at Qiusheng's back, thinking to herself.

Yet, Qiusheng remained completely oblivious to it all.

Before long, Qiusheng arrived at Dong Xiaoyu's "home."

"Young master, come in for a cup of tea. I haven't properly thanked you yet," Dong Xiaoyu said anxiously, standing at the doorway as she saw Qiusheng preparing to leave.

"This..." Looking into Dong Xiaoyu's affectionate, lingering gaze, Qiusheng felt his resolve crumbling. "Alright, but I must leave soon; my master is waiting for me."

Silence.

The front door of Dong Xiaoyu's home slammed shut with a "bang" as the two entered the courtyard.

On the other side, Fei Luo rose and walked to the door of the room where Uncle Nine and Wencai were staying.

From inside the room, Wencai's muttering could be heard.

"Master, where did Qiusheng go to buy sticky rice? He's been gone for two hours and still isn't back," Wencai grumbled, fighting through the intense pain in his arm.

Uncle Nine sighed silently. "Indeed. Given the distance, he should have returned long ago."

"Knock, knock!"

Just then, a rapping at the door echoed through the room.

"It must be Qiusheng returning." Uncle Nine's eyes lit up as he stepped forward to open the door. "Hmm? Xiao Luo?"

Fei Luo smiled slightly. "Master, I have two pills here that should be able to purge the corpse poison."

Hearing this, Uncle Nine was slightly stunned. "Xiao Luo, you have medicinal pills? To purge poison, one would need at least a Lesser Restoration Pill, and they cannot be refined by anyone below the Golden Core stage..."

But Uncle Nine's words caught in his throat halfway through, leaving him unable to continue.