Seeking Death

For some reason, Zhang Xiaofan found it extremely difficult to accept that Extreme Yin, who had entered the Corpse Demon Sect at the same time as him, had actually become a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

After racking his brains, he thought of a possibility and pointed at Song Wen.

"I understand now. You are not Extreme Yin. You killed Extreme Yin and searched his soul, learning of Chen Yi and me. You knew I was the steward of White Bone Cave, so you deliberately approached me, intending to use me to obtain Dead Man's Vine."

Song Wen stared coldly at Zhang Xiaofan. He did not bother to defend his identity, instead speaking with a hint of mockery.

"Zhang Xiaofan, you are rather clever. First, you used me to kill Lu Cang and his daughter. Then, you tried to borrow the Corpse Demon Sect's power to eliminate me. I had underestimated you somewhat."

At this point, Song Wen's voice abruptly turned icy and piercing.

"I will ask one last time. Do you have the two-hundred-year-old Dead Man's Vine I want or not?"

Zhang Xiaofan did not answer. Instead, Miao Tong, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly became agitated. Pointing at Zhang Xiaofan, he angrily rebuked him.

"Mortal Dust, so all of this was your scheme. You betrayed your master and ancestors, murdered your own master and Dao companion, then framed this senior, causing a misunderstanding between our Corpse Demon Sect and Senior. Your crimes are unforgivable. You should suffer the cruelest punishment—your soul extracted and your spirit refined, condemned to endure the agony of blazing flames searing your soul for all eternity."

Having said that, he turned to Song Wen, cupped his hands, and said.

"Senior, this was merely a misunderstanding between us. I beg Senior to show mercy and grant