"Is Nine-Death Grass really that precious? It's worth a thousand superior spirit stones?" Song Wen asked.
The scholar said, "Nine-Death Grass is only a fourth-tier spirit herb, but it's exceedingly rare. In terms of value alone, it certainly isn't worth a thousand superior spirit stones. However, it can repair the human soul. To someone who needs it, it's priceless."
Song Wen said, "Why does the Chi Family want Nine-Death Grass as well?"
The scholar said, "The Chi Family doesn't need Nine-Death Grass. Chi Qi seized it solely to target Jiang Lanruo. There seems to be some bad blood between them."
"Then do you know why Jiang Lanruo is searching for Nine-Death Grass?" Song Wen asked.
The scholar said, "I'm only an outsider. Why would Jiang Lanruo tell me?"
"It seems you're of no further use."
With those words, Song Wen moved to devour the scholar's soul.
Although the scholar did not know what Song Wen intended to do, he knew Song Wen meant to destroy his soul and hurriedly cried out.
"Fellow Daoist, wait!"
Song Wen looked curious. "Do you have any last words, fellow Daoist?"
The scholar said, "Keep me alive, and I can help you make a deal with Chi Qi. Not only can I help you escape the Jiang Clan's control, but you can also obtain a thousand superior spirit stones. Once it's done, I hope you'll give me a chance to possess a body and cultivate anew."
"No need." As soon as Song Wen finished speaking, he devoured the scholar's soul.
Song Wen turned toward his Heaven-and-Earth Avatar, which was still locked in battle with the Yin-face Spiders.
The Heaven-and-Earth Avatar had only forty percent of his original body's cultivation, with neither powerful secret techniques nor suitable magical treasures. It could not bring much strength to