Extreme Yin's Death

"Ah!"

Extreme Yin could no longer hold on. He let out a shrill, miserable howl, then collapsed to the ground, convulsing.

His blood and qi were severely depleted, and his skin gradually began to sag and age.

Downstairs, Song Wen appeared to be guarding the small building and standing watch for Extreme Yin, but in truth, all his attention was focused on what was happening on the second floor.

Amid anticipation and unease, Song Wen finally welcomed the moment that thrilled him beyond measure.

As the sound of Extreme Yin collapsing rang out from upstairs, Song Wen could not help revealing a look of wild joy.

The day had finally come.

He slowly made his way up to the second floor. Outside the door, he listened carefully. His keen senses allowed him to clearly hear Extreme Yin's labored breathing and pained groans.

Song Wen asked in an anxious, concerned tone.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Other than Extreme Yin's low cries of pain, there was no other sound in the room.

Song Wen held the dagger in a reverse grip, concealing it beneath his sleeve before gently pushing open the door.

Extreme Yin was hunched over and sprawled on the floor, his body convulsing continuously, indistinct groans slipping from his mouth from time to time.

Song Wen cautiously approached Extreme Yin step by step and asked.

"Master, are you all right?"

Extreme Yin, who was enduring immense agony, finally noticed Song Wen drawing near.

His gaze brimmed with expectation as he looked at Song Wen. "Save... save me."

Even now, Extreme Yin could not understand it. Song Wen had clearly taken the pill and not only suffered no ill effects, but even broken through to the second layer of Qi Refinement. Why, then, had his own blood and qi been so severely depleted, leaving him in unbearable pain?

Now, Song Wen was his only lifeline.

He looked toward a wooden box on a nearby table. "Ginseng... bring it to me."

This was a hundred-year ginseng root he had collected long ago, an excellent spiritual medicine for replenishing blood and qi. Yet with his body now so frail, whether he could withstand the medicinal potency of hundred-year ginseng was difficult to say.

But at this moment, Extreme Yin had no mind to consider so much. He felt that if he did not replenish his blood and qi soon, it would not be long before he died from their depletion.

Song Wen glanced at the wooden box containing the ginseng and said, "Master, wait a moment. I'll get it right away."

Song Wen slowly walked toward the wooden table, but his gaze remained fixed on Extreme Yin.

He wanted to make sure that Extreme Yin had completely lost the ability to move.

The scene of Extreme Yin killing someone with a yellow talisman remained vivid in his mind even now.

When dealing with an old schemer like Extreme Yin, no amount of caution was excessive. If he still had the ability to use yellow talismans, Song Wen might die before him.

"Quick... quick..." Seeing Song Wen dawdling, Extreme Yin could not help urging him.

"Coming, Master."

Song Wen took the ginseng from the wooden box, turned, and walked over to Extreme Yin.

Song Wen crouched down, intending to place the ginseng in Extreme Yin's hand. When he found that Extreme Yin truly could not move, he simply stuffed the ginseng into his mouth.

But Extreme Yin could not even bite through the ginseng and swallow it. Just as he was about to tell Song Wen to tear it up and feed it to him—

A sudden pain struck the top of his head. A dagger had already sunk completely into his skull.

Then a figure flashed, and Song Wen vanished from before his eyes.

Extreme Yin's eyes were filled with disbelief. He had never imagined that Song Wen would deal him a fatal blow at such a moment.

Just now, all his attention had been on the ginseng at his lips. He had not even known how the dagger had entered his skull.

"Why..." Extreme Yin's eyes held unwillingness, regret, humiliation, disbelief, and many other emotions. Yet more than anything, there was confusion.

He was unwilling to accept that he had failed to break through to the middle stage of Qi Refinement in his entire life; humiliated that he had died at the hands of a medicine slave like Song Wen; unable to believe that Song Wen had dared raise a hand against him; regretful that he had not killed Song Wen sooner.

He was an exalted immortal, towering above all, able to look down upon countless common folk as though they were ants. He still had countless ambitions left to fulfill, yet in the end, he had died silently in this tiny loft.

He had cultivated tirelessly, never daring to slack off for even a moment, all in the hope of breaking through to the middle stage of Qi Refinement and truly widening the divide between immortals and mortals. Yet everything had become a bubble.

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Even at death, he could not understand why Song Wen had been fine after taking the pill that morning, while he, after taking it, had exhausted all his essence blood.

Song Wen stood behind Extreme Yin for a full quarter of an hour. Only after confirming that Extreme Yin had long since stopped breathing did he slowly approach.

"Why? Go ask Second Ox and Zhang Cheng why."

Song Wen inserted his hand into the wound in Extreme Yin's head and began devouring his essence blood.

Most of Extreme Yin's blood and qi had been consumed by the pill, but he was a third-layer Qi Refinement cultivator. The essence blood remaining in his body was still far stronger than that of an ordinary adult.

As Song Wen absorbed Extreme Yin's essence blood, he noticed something different.

From Extreme Yin, he had only absorbed essence blood. The feeling of exhilaration in his mind was not particularly strong.

Could it be just as I guessed? What I absorb is not merely their essence blood, but their souls as well?

Those people before—I absorbed them immediately after killing them. But Extreme Yin had been dead for a quarter of an hour before I absorbed him. Had part of his soul's power already gradually dispersed?

Song Wen did not dwell too much on his speculation. After draining Extreme Yin into a dried corpse, he began searching the body.

Yet he nearly turned the entire room upside down and was close to stripping Extreme Yin bare, but still found nothing of value.

That can't be right. Where did Extreme Yin hide his cultivation techniques, pills, talismans, and such? I clearly saw him carrying them on him every day.

Could he have some legendary treasure, something like a mustard seed that contained Mount Sumeru?

Song Wen checked Extreme Yin's fingers, wrists, and other places again, but found nothing.

I refuse to believe it.

Song Wen searched through every part of Extreme Yin's clothes. In the end, he found a palm-sized cloth pouch inside his sleeve.

He tried extending his still-weak spiritual sense into it. Just as he had expected—

This cloth pouch was a storage bag!

It held about a cubic meter of space, and everything Song Wen sought was inside.

There were several books, some small porcelain bottles, yellow talismans, a small furnace, and more.

Song Wen was in no hurry to inventory the contents of the storage bag. He removed the bedding from the bed, wrapped Extreme Yin's dried corpse in it, and tossed it into the storage bag.

He fetched a towel and wiped away some blood that had splattered onto the floor. Then he tossed the towel into the storage bag as well.

Song Wen looked around. After confirming there was nothing left behind, he went downstairs and returned to his own room.

Only now did a surge of intense excitement burst forth in Song Wen's heart. With Extreme Yin dead, the greatest danger hanging over his head had been removed.

Now, the only thing that could threaten his life was the Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill.

"Right, I wonder whether Extreme Yin had the true antidote to the Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill."

Song Wen immediately took everything from Extreme Yin's storage bag and began examining it one by one.

Eager to cure the poison, Song Wen inspected the small porcelain bottles first.

There were three small porcelain bottles in total, each with a paper label attached.

One was labeled "Blood Qi Pill" and contained two Blood Qi Pills.

Another was labeled "Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill" and contained only a single pill. Song Wen poured it out and examined it. It was the poison pill that had caused his poisoning.

With anticipation in his heart, Song Wen opened the final porcelain bottle, for it was labeled "Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill Antidote."

There were three pills inside. Two were the dark red pills he had taken before, the temporary antidote he had to take once every seven days.

The other was a deep crimson pill.

After staring at the deep crimson pill for a long while, Song Wen swallowed it directly.

After breaking through to the second layer of Qi Refinement, Song Wen's perception had grown much stronger, and he was already able to inspect the inside of his own body.

Within his senses, a mass of frigid yin energy had originally coiled in his stomach and intestines, threatening to erupt at any moment.

Once the antidote entered his stomach, that frigid yin energy gradually began to recede until it vanished without a trace.

Song Wen was immediately overjoyed. The poison of the Seven-Day Heartbreak Pill had finally been completely removed.