Soul-Severing Talisman

Feeling the Poison Old Ghost's dry, rough hands rubbing against her body and her chest being constantly attacked, Xing Xinxin's phantom poison, which she had barely managed to suppress, showed signs of resurfacing.

In her Sea of Consciousness, indescribable images appeared uncontrollably.

Her eyes began to glaze over, and her consciousness began to fade.

Poison Old Ghost suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth to meet Xing Xinxin's red lips.

A gaunt, ugly face and yellowed, blackened teeth came into Xing Xinxin's view.

The Poison Old Ghost's mouth, filling Xing Xinxin's mouth and nose.

"Vomit!"

Xing Xinxin's stomach churned, and a wave of nausea surged up!

She forcibly suppressed her desires and forced herself to keep her mind clear.

"Puff!"

Xing Xinxin's right hand suddenly transformed into a withered, sharp claw, piercing through the Poison Old Ghost's chest.

The Poison Old Ghost's pupils constricted, his lust vanished, and his eyes were filled with pain and disbelief.

He glanced at the sharp claw piercing his heart, his eyes slowly glazed over, and he gradually lost his breath.

He spent his entire life wielding poison, killing countless cultivators and mortals with it, only to die in the end from a phantom elixir he himself cultivated.

Xing Xinxin pushed aside the corpse of the Poison Old Ghost and stood up.

She slammed the heart she was holding in her right hand onto the ground.

Then, she straightened her disheveled clothes, covering up the exposed skin.

Song Wen, standing to the side, looked utterly disappointed.

He had thought he was about to see a good show, but it ended halfway through before it even got to the main point.

"You seem very disappointed. Seeing an innocent and vulnerable woman being defiled by a villain, shouldn't you have stepped forward to help?" Xing Xinxin said sarcastically.

Song Wen curled his lip in disdain and sneered, "What weak woman? She's clearly a ruthless and vicious woman."

Xing Xinxin glared fiercely at Song Wen. "I don't have the Cultivation Method you want. What do you plan to do with me?"

"Nature..."

Before Song Wen could finish speaking, a yellow talisman appeared in Xing Xinxin's hand.

The talisman shattered suddenly.

A transparent, sharp blade shot out, heading straight for Song Wen's brow.

A sharp blade has no form or substance!

Invisible to the naked eye, only perceptible to Divine Sense.

Divine Sense attack!

Song Wen's expression turned cold. He had long anticipated that Xing Xinxin possessed a life-saving item, which was why he had not acted rashly.

But to his utter surprise, it was a talisman, and one that could launch Divine Sense attacks.

This Divine Sense Blade contains extremely powerful Divine Sense energy, and no Golden Core cultivator would dare to underestimate it.

Without a soul-type Law Treasure to protect the Sea of Consciousness, or a Divine Sense defensive Law Technique, most Golden Core cultivators would be severely injured, if not killed.

After realizing it was Divine Sense attack, Song Wen simply gave up resisting.

Ordinary Law Treasure and Technique Method are no match for Divine Sense attacks; one can only rely on Sea of Consciousness to withstand them.

Song Wen has Sea of Consciousness Black Hole, so he has no need to fear Divine Sense attacks.

If even the Sea of Consciousness Black Hole couldn't stop it, then even the most powerful Law Treasure would likely be unable to withstand it.

Song Wen's figure suddenly swayed, and a sharp pain emanated from his Sea of Consciousness.

Although the Divine Sense Blade was swallowed by the Sea of Consciousness Black Hole, the immense soul power it contained far exceeded the strength of Song Wen's Divine Sense, causing a violent impact on his Sea of Consciousness.

Song Wen shook his head, as if trying to expel the pain from his Sea of Consciousness.

But the truth is, it was completely useless.

"Miss Xing, do you have any other methods?" Song Wen asked through gritted teeth.

Xing Xinxin's expression was stiff, her face filled with fear and unease.

The yellow talisman was named the 'Soul-Severing Talisman'. It was created by Nascent Soul Cultivator from the Xing Family who had cultivated the third level of the 'Soul-Concentrating Spike' technique. He sealed the power of the 'Soul-Concentrating Spike' strike within the talisman.

This talisman is extremely difficult to create.

Moreover, the power that a talisman can exert is far less than a strike personally delivered by the creator.

Even so, the vast majority of Golden Core cultivators would find it extremely difficult to withstand the power of the talisman.

Xing Xinxin, as the legitimate daughter of Xing Gaohan, the most powerful cultivator in the Xing Family, was able to obtain a Soul-Severing Talisman for her life-saving purposes.

"How could you be completely unharmed!" Xing Xinxin exclaimed in a panic, her voice trembling slightly.

The confidence she had in speaking so confidently with Song Wen before was all Soul-Severing Talisman.

The Soul-Severing Talisman has been used, yet Song Wen remains unharmed.

"If you honestly hand over the <Soul-Concentrating Spike> Cultivation Method, I can give you a quick death and allow your soul to be reincarnated."

Upon hearing that Song Wen had no intention of letting her leave alive, Xing Xinxin's face turned deathly pale.

"I reiterate, I have never practiced the <Soul-Concentrating Spike>. Let me go, and I will gladly offer you the complete <Soul-Concentrating Spike> Cultivation Method."

"Let you go back? Miss Xing, do you think I'm a fool? As for whether you've actually cultivated the <Soul-Concentrating Spike>, I can find out with a single examination."

Song Wen suddenly transformed into a blur, his right hand forming a claw as he reached for Xing Xinxin's head.

What do you want to do?

Xing Xinxin was shocked and immediately activated the <Corpse King Blood Refinement Technique>, transforming into a thousand-year-old dried corpse for a final desperate attempt.

However, she was no match for Song Wen.

Whether it was the top-grade Spirit Artifact she activated or the sharp claws she suddenly slapped out, Song Wen easily caught them all.

Song Wen placed his palm on Xing Xinxin's head, and his powerful Divine Sense energy, like a surging torrent, rushed into Xing Xinxin's Sea of Consciousness, instantly engulfing her awareness.

Xing Xinxin's resistance stopped abruptly, and she fell into a coma.

A moment later, the soul search ended.

To Song Wen's disappointment, just as Xing Xinxin had said, she truly had not practiced the <Soul-Concentrating Spike>.

Xing Xinxin's memories are mostly about cultivation and some things about the Xing Family.

The only thing that interested Song Wen was the long-standing grudge between Xing Chang and Xing Xinxin.

After frowning and pondering for a moment, Song Wen thought to himself.

"Perhaps I can exploit the hatred between Xing Chang and Xing Xinxin! Lure Xing Chang here, and then..."

Song Wen removed Xing Xinxin's storage ring and confirmed that there were no tracking marks on the ring or on her body.

He took out the Binding Spirit Rope, intending to tie Xing Xinxin up.

Unexpectedly, before he could take any action, Xing Xinxin suddenly woke up.

Song Wen was about to knock her unconscious again when he noticed that Xing Xinxin's eyes were full of confusion, as if she had lost all her memories and become somewhat foolish.

"Who are you?"

Xing Xinxin stared at Song Wen, her expression revealing deep confusion and unease.

Where is this?

"Ugh... what a terrifying bug."

She caught a glimpse of the remains of a centipede.

Xing Xinxin suddenly got up from the ground, trembling all over.

"Was this caused by Soul Search Technique that damaged the soul?"

Song Wen frowned and muttered to himself.