Guiding Cao Ying, the Little Pill Tower

Song Qing knelt on the ground, his body and even his soul trembling uncontrollably.

It was an overwhelming force that crushed him in every way. He could not muster the slightest thought of resistance. All he felt was fear.

Instinct told Song Qing that Xiao Yan could crush him as easily as an ant.

Only then did he realize he had crossed someone powerful.

He regretted it bitterly. Who could have guessed that this pretty boy possessed such terrifying Soul Power?

If he had known, he would never have come looking for trouble.

Cao Ying mattered to him, but not nearly as much as his own life.

"S-Senior, please... spare me!" Song Qing abandoned his pride and stammered out his plea.

He knew he might truly die if he did not beg for mercy!

Xiao Yan withdrew his pressure, his eyes full of disdain. "Get lost."

The pressure vanished, and Song Qing felt his whole body lighten. Even his soul felt freed. After thanking Xiao Yan profusely, he fled in disgrace.

Xiao Yan's swift, ruthless display left the passersby stunned. The moment they noticed his gaze, they hurriedly looked away, not daring to meet his eyes.

Apart from Song Qing, Cao Ying had felt it most keenly.

Her beautiful eyes trembled, filled with shock.

Just now, she had felt Xiao Yan's vast Soul Power up close. Terrifying was the only word for it.

If her Soul Power was a stream, Xiao Yan's was a surging ocean, boundless and unfathomably deep.

After feeling that seemingly endless Soul Power for herself, Cao Ying no longer had the slightest doubt that Xiao Yan could refine a Ninth-grade Pill.

At the same time, intense curiosity welled up within her.

How had Xiao Yan cultivated? How had he improved his Alchemy?

Her head was bursting