Ji Yuan had not yet seen the auction begin when Wu Fa returned in a hurry from his tribe.
He had thought that Wu Fa's trip back to the tribe would take at least several months. He had never expected him to return after merely one month.
It was still the small courtyard at Mei Zhuang, still the three demons.
Even their seating positions were practically identical to last time.
"Thanks to Brother Long's trust, I did not fail my mission."
Wu Fa smiled and clasped his hands, then took a seat nearby.
Ji Yuan rested his left hand on the stone table and turned sideways to look at Wu Fa. His fingers lightly tapped the tabletop a few times. "Tell me."
Wu Fa arranged his thoughts, then began, "As you instructed, our tribe has three poisons that should suit your needs."
"The first is called Soul-Corroding Powder. It does not kill the physical body. Instead, it follows the cultivator's Divine Soul imprint and retraces every moment of weakness, Heart Demon, and Dao injury they have experienced."
"The poisoned person will be endlessly dragged into cycles of the illusion they fear most. Each cycle weakens the foundation of their Divine Soul. The heavier their Heart Demon, the deeper the poison takes hold—this is effective against those in the early and middle Void Refinement Stage, but at the Void Refinement Late Stage, it can be ignored."
The moment Wu Fa finished introducing the first poison, Mei Zhuang's expression changed.
After all, he had encountered more than one terrifying event along this journey. Had he not advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm early on, he reckoned he would most likely have died to a Heart-Demon Tribulation in this lifetime.
The time his wings had been broken over the Endless Sea counted as