Sending Mad Old Man Away

Su Fang's right hand appeared above Mad Old Man's head.

Mad Old Man, whose soul had been corroded, suddenly felt a warm energy envelop his soul.

"Ah! What did you do? Why does this feel so good!"

The corners of Mad Old Man's mouth kept curving upward. The smile on his face was impossible to suppress, and three layers of wrinkles had formed from it.

Unfortunately.

The feeling came quickly and went just as quickly.

In less than four or five breaths, the sensation rapidly disappeared.

Old Sun immediately grew frantic. He began throwing a tantrum and rolling around on the ground, constantly tossing and turning atop this powerful expert's grave.

As for the gravestone beside him, he had kicked it aside who knew when.

If this powerful expert knew in the netherworld that his grave had actually been used by someone else as a tool to vent their frustrations, he would probably be so furious that he would flip open his coffin lid and come looking for Mad Old Man.

"Little Madman, hurry up and do that to me again! It feels so good, even better than the bone soup I drink!" Old Sun hurriedly said.

Upon hearing that, Su Fang suddenly thought of the scene of Old Sun boiling bones, and his face filled with speechlessness.

But a small idea suddenly surfaced in Su Fang's mind.

The reason Mad Old Man had made such a grand spectacle of collecting powerful experts' bones and cooking them was very likely because he had found some method that could heal the corroded soul in his mind.

This was not impossible. The stronger a person was, the more extraordinary their bones became after death.

As long as one mastered certain special secret arts, it was not impossible to extract the special energies remaining within those powerful experts' bones.

It was just that this old madman had clearly gone mad. He definitely could not remember that method anymore and could only use the most ancient way—boiling the bones into soup and drinking it.

"Old Sun, it's not that I don't want to help you. It's mainly because this little ring can only help you once. If you can find more rings, I'll keep knocking on your head for you!"

As Su Fang spoke, a very innocent smile appeared on his face.

He had not forgotten the powerful aura Mad Old Man gave off. Since he could even defeat such a powerful Yin Wraith, would snatching a few storage rings not be as easy as taking something from his pocket?

As for being held accountable afterward—

Mad Old Man was the one who robbed their rings. What did that have to do with Su Fang?

"Really? You're not lying to me?"

Mad Old Man, who had originally been rolling on the ground, heard that as long as he found something like the ring on Su Fang's hand, he could continue enjoying such treatment.

He was instantly so delighted that he scrambled up from the ground, no longer caring about the gravestone he had kicked over.

He directly thumped his chest and shouted at Su Fang with a face full of boldness, "Don't worry, there are still several rings floating in my pot! Wait for me, I'll definitely bring them back for you!"

After saying that, Mad Old Man ran straight into the distance. He was incredibly fast and soon disappeared from sight.

Old Sun was not worried in the slightest that Su Fang would run away, or that he would be unable to find Su Fang when he returned.

Seeing Mad Old Man run off so quickly, Su Fang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled.

He plopped down onto the gravestone Mad Old Man had kicked over earlier and let out a sigh.

He had finally sent Mad Old Man away for now. As for what came next, he would deal with it later.

Besides, Su Fang was rather looking forward to Mad Old Man bringing him more spatial rings.

"Although Li Junhao is a member of the imperial family, he's simply far too poor!"

"Li Junhao's sword has been corroded rather badly by this Yin Baleful Qi, but it still counts as a weapon."

Su Fang went to pick up that sword again. Unfortunately, although it now gleamed with waves of fluorescent light, there was not much spiritual energy left inside it.

After using the Soul Art to seize the last tiny bit of spiritual energy from within the sword and absorb it into his body, Su Fang began taking stock of the remaining items.

"Three third-grade medicinal pills, along with some odds and ends. It looks like—

he dug them out of quite a few graves." After briefly examining them, Su Fang shifted his gaze to the Soul Art he had just comprehended.

He still had not figured out this Soul Art.

Although he had used his max-level comprehension ability to thoroughly memorize the Soul Art and could wield it, he had still not finished reviewing all the vast and boundless knowledge related to it.

Next time, he would need to continue gaining a deeper understanding of the Soul Art.

The Soul Art could seize soul power, refine all kinds of soul power, and greatly strengthen one's own soul power.

There were countless benefits to having a powerful soul.

"This Soul Art really is a good thing. There are no telling how many powerful experts lie within the Gods and Devils Cemetery. After all, most of them are criminals cast in here by powerful sects or imperial dynasties! Every one of them possesses countless treasures and secret arts."

"However, the longer they remain in this place, the more severely their souls are corroded. If I reveal that I can solve the problem of their souls decaying, I'm afraid it would be extremely dangerous!"

Thinking of this, Su Fang still felt that he was too weak.

Su Fang began improving his cultivation.

After all, the Martial Soldier Realm was simply far too low. Within the Gods and Devils Cemetery, unless someone was at death's door, any random madman might be able to kill him.

Thinking of this.

A shovel appeared in Su Fang's hand again.

He directly began digging at the entrance of the mausoleum before him.

Although he did not know why he could receive the power enhancement of the Black-and-White Qi, all in all, he had definitely obtained an enormous benefit this time.

Sitting cross-legged in the pit he had just dug, Su Fang closed his eyes and began madly devouring the energy formed by the convergence of the Solar Stone in his hand and the Yin Baleful Qi.

Meanwhile, Su Fang began cultivating.

The Martial Soldier Realm was the first realm of cultivation.

It mainly focused on tempering the body, making one's qi and blood surge like a rainbow and one's flesh powerful. Only then could one endure the strength gained on the road of further cultivation.

Some could even cultivate their bodies in this realm until they became like glazed jade—pure and flawless, freely structured—and could even achieve qi and blood like a dragon!

And Su Fang was currently advancing in precisely that direction.

After cultivating the Dao Sect's cultivation art, making his qi and blood surge like a rainbow had originally been easy for him.

But as the Black-and-White Qi entered his body, Su Fang discovered that the strengthening of his flesh seemed to have been enhanced even further.

This was a good thing.

The stronger his foundation, the stronger he would be in the future compared with those of the same realm.

"The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao..."

Strange Dao rhythms began to chant, and wisps of peculiar, profound qi began appearing at Su Fang's side.

The [Creation Golden Core] began spinning wildly beyond his control. Creation qi surged into his flesh like it cost nothing, entering every wisp of blood and every acupoint.

At this moment, Su Fang's already strengthened soul actually felt thread after thread of tearing pain.

"Something's wrong! A breakthrough in the Martial Soldier Realm absolutely could not produce such a strange reaction!!!"

At this moment, Su Fang's qi and blood truly transformed into a furnace. As it steamed and refined all things, boundless Yin Baleful Qi began to be torn into it.

The Creation Golden Core transformed into fuel, beginning to kindle the first fire for him.