Upon entering Cloud Creek Valley, Song Wen casually found an open patch at the bottom of the valley, tossed Blood Skeleton Lord onto the ground, then sat down cross-legged nearby.
"Elder Extreme Yin, you spared my life because you wanted something from me. Why not speak plainly?" Blood Skeleton Lord lay on the ground, still babbling on without pause.
Song Wen, whose expression had remained indifferent all along, suddenly curled his lips into a faint smile, revealing his stark white teeth.
"You are correct, fellow cultivator. I have indeed kept you alive for a great purpose."
"Really?" Blood Skeleton Lord's eyes lit up slightly, as though he had finally lived to see sweetness after bitterness. "Then please get straight to the point! I will bend my back and devote my all, giving everything I have. I will never fail your trust!"
"Rest assured, it is very simple. You can accomplish it with effortless ease."
As he spoke, Song Wen raised his right hand and slowly reached toward Blood Skeleton Lord's head.
"Elder Extreme Yin, you should release me first. Given your current status, I would never dare harm you again..."
Before Blood Skeleton Lord could finish speaking, he sensed Song Wen's withered hand pressing down on the crown of his head.
Then, Song Wen's fingertips suddenly exerted force, piercing through his scalp and skull by sheer force.
A burst of agonizing pain struck, and Blood Skeleton Lord was immediately seized by terror.
"Elder Extreme Yin, what are you doing?"
Blood Skeleton Lord suddenly felt the qi and blood, spiritual power, and soul throughout his body being forcibly dragged toward Song Wen by a strange, irresistible force.
"Spare... spare my life..."
His aura abruptly vanished, and the light in his eyes instantly dimmed—his soul had been forcibly dragged out of his