Helping Mad Old Man Knock His Head

You had to know that a soul was spotless and flawless from the moment it was born, filled with a faint milky-white glow. That represented the most core, most primal power.

Yet now, no one knew how long this old man had lived in the Gods and Devils Cemetery. He had been eroded by the boundless Yin Qi and Killing Intent until he was riddled with holes.

And clinging to Old Sun's soul was a huge lump of something that looked like shit.

"This..."

Su Fang had originally believed that, with the [Creation Golden Core] in his hand, he should be able to awaken some of Old Sun's intelligence.

That way, he could communicate with Old Sun normally. But after seeing the state of Old Sun's soul, Su Fang immediately had other ideas.

"Old Sun, have you been feeling headaches lately?"

At Su Fang's question, Old Sun, who had been planning to find a pot and stew Su Fang, immediately stopped moving.

Old Sun's eyes widened as he stared unblinkingly at Su Fang, looking utterly shocked.

"Yeah! Lately, my head has been hurting terribly, so I came to play with Big White. But Big White actually refused to massage my head just now, so I smacked him!"

"Ah! There are fewer and fewer Big Whites now. There are only lots of Little Whites left, but the Little Whites won't smack my head for me. Instead, they chase after me every day and want to play!"

Old Sun sighed helplessly, like a child with no playmates. Then he opened those incomparably clouded eyes and looked at Su Fang with a face full of curiosity.

"How about you smack my head for me?"

Thinking of the evil soul that had just been casually smacked to death, Su Fang shook his head like a rattle drum and hurriedly refused Old Sun.

"Not that, but I have a way to make your head stop hurting!"

As he spoke, Su Fang walked over to Li Junhao. The man was dead now, and Su Fang had not even looted his corpse yet.

As for whether this was Old Sun's spoils of war?

It should be fine if I collect a little advance payment for medicine!

Su Fang swiftly removed the storage ring from Li Junhao's finger, while Old Sun squatted beside him with a curious expression.

"Do you want to make soup too? But this guy is so ugly. We should find a bigger pot, then get Big White to wash his body first..."

As he spoke, Old Sun began introducing to Su Fang how the filth on a body of flesh should be scrubbed away!

He even introduced Su Fang to eighteen different ways to eat a corpse.

Su Fang's scalp went numb as he listened. (;OдO)

He made up his mind that, once he finished this matter, he absolutely had to stay far away from Mad Old Man.

Still, he had to placate Old Sun. "No, no. Come on, sit over there and let me pound your head a little. Then it won't hurt anymore!"

Old Sun seemed to understand, yet not fully. He directly sat down atop a tombstone platform more than twice a person's height, showing absolutely no respect for the senior named Li Qiushan behind him.

Old Sun even dug around in his nostril, then casually smeared a strange substance onto the tombstone.

Seeing that scene from the corner of his eye, Su Fang sincerely wanted to get as far away from this Mad Old Man as possible.

Su Fang took out the ring he had obtained from Li Junhao earlier. There was still a soul restriction on it.

After thinking for a moment, Su Fang used Soul Art and broke the seal Li Junhao had left on the spatial ring.

This spatial ring had a capacity of several dozen cubic meters.

Yet within that sizeable space, there were not many things at all—only a few medicinal pills, several Solar Stones, and some spare clothes.

"Better than nothing, I suppose." Su Fang inspected the pills one by one.

Then Su Fang picked up a spiritual pill of unknown effect and walked toward Old Sun.

Although he did not know precisely what this pill did, with Su Fang's knowledge, he could tell that it had some effect on the soul.

"Regarding Soul Art... perhaps my understanding is still not comprehensive enough. Right now, I can only use it to awaken a tiny bit of intelligence within another person's heart!

Once my cultivation breaks through to the Martial King Realm, I'll truly be able to come into contact with the source of the soul. At that time, I'll definitely be able to make my soul grow ever stronger!" Su Fang also wanted to use Soul Art and Soul Art, but his cultivation was only at the Martial Soldier Realm.

However, after this battle, and with a little more diligent cultivation, his cultivation should be able to break through to the Martial Artist Realm.

But this was only the second realm of cultivation. Greater realms still awaited him ahead.

Old Sun continued to shake his head and sway his body, his gaze constantly drifting around as though he were searching for something.

"Little Madman, why haven't you brought me a tool to knock my head with?"

"Back when others knocked my head for me, they would bring wolf-toothed clubs, axes, and things like that. And let me tell you, it felt really good when they hit me with those!"

Su Fang, who had already come to Old Sun's side, was truly shocked upon hearing that. (((;???;)))

"What the hell kind of head is that? It didn't crack after being hit like that? Even Iron Man would have his head smashed open."

Su Fang could only smile helplessly. He had never imagined that this Mad Old Man had actually asked others to treat his illness before.

The key was that this treatment method was so uniquely unorthodox—it involved using weapons to strike Mad Old Man's head.

However, Su Fang was very curious about where those people who had treated Old Sun had ended up.

Had Old Sun smacked them to death, or had they gone mad?

Su Fang shook his head and did not dwell on it. Instead, he began using the soul power he had absorbed while comprehending Soul Art, spreading it over the spiritual pill in his hand.

Although this pill was pitch-black, three distinct horizontal bands wrapped around its entire surface.

No matter which angle he viewed it from, Su Fang could sense the spiritual power emanating from it.

Like spiritual treasures, medicinal pills were divided into ranks one through nine.

There were even rumors that pills refined by powerful alchemists could be tempered by heavenly lightning, directly take form, and become a mighty expert.

At that point, the pill's rank would directly surpass the ninth rank and reach the legendary divine rank.

Reversing creation, growing flesh from white bones, crossing the impassable gulf between life and death—none of these were problems for divine-grade pills.

There were even rumors that if someone could smell even a wisp of pill qi from a divine-grade pill, their realm might instantly break through to the legendary Martial Emperor Realm.

The Martial Emperor Realm!

Even within a colossal force like the Violet Star Palace, there did not seem to be particularly many who could reach the Martial Emperor Realm.

It seemed that Su Fang had become lost in thought, which displeased Old Sun.

With a cold snort, Old Sun instantly dragged Su Fang back from his thoughts.

"Hmph! Little Madman was clearly planning to knock my head for me. Why did you start thinking about something else? Don't tell me you've decided not to knock my head after all?"

Su Fang immediately came back to himself. A strand of soul power directly sank into the spiritual pill in his hand.

When that soul power returned into Su Fang's body carrying a trace of spiritual light, he suddenly felt his somewhat weary soul ease a little.

"Good stuff! But what a pity. The Gods and Devils Cemetery lacks only pure spiritual qi. Even if there was any, it would have long since been swallowed by the Yin Baleful Qi within the Gods and Devils Cemetery."