Yet another one!
Yu Ci felt it strange himself why this thought had popped into his head first. He did not focus on Xue Zhi's completely deranged display, but rather on the distinct emotions that sprouted from the female cultivator at this very moment.
Pain, fear, cowardice, humiliation...
These emotions were far too intense to be used for concocting medicine; they were useless.
Yet amidst this chaos, there lingered a trace of "anticipation," like spider silk whipped up by the wind sweeping through branches. It was delicate and lingering, seeming ready to snap at any moment, yet displaying a rare tenacity—or rather, a stubbornness unwilling to face reality.
It was entirely usable for medicine!
A slight shift in Yu Ci's mind had already gathered this emotion, sealing it according to secret techniques, waiting only to be used when refining pills.
After finishing this, his focal point still did not shift away too much.
He noticed that because of revealing a fraction of her thoughts and losing her composure, Xue Zhi actually had a bit of a "might as well break the jar since it's already cracked" attitude. The pressure accumulated in her heart had somewhat diminished, causing the intense emotions to quickly settle, bringing about a calm yet gloomy state of mind, much like a sky filled with dark, gray haze.
Quite suitable indeed.
Yu Ci was not speaking of this kind of emotion, but rather that the current mood was actually very suitable to act as a "furnace cauldron," capable of containing emotions gathered from various directions and refining the Seven Emotions Demonic Pill.
It was a pity it was still a bit too weak. Once or twice would be fine, but any more, and Xue Zhi's life would be in jeopardy.
Because of his inward calculations, he had