"Do you have any other way?"
The Daoist grumbled.
Ye Qianfan said helplessly, "Not really."
"Then cultivate it. Just hurry it up."
The Daoist grumbled again, and Ye Qianfan could only silently read through the Soul Cultivator cultivation method.
But he soon realized something. "Wait, can't I already send my soul wandering beyond the heavens whenever I want? Doesn't that mean I'm already at the second level before I've even started?"
"Tsk, tsk. Having nothing left but your soul really does give you an advantage as a Soul Cultivator."
The Daoist chimed in with another quip.
Ye Qianfan tried following the second level of the Soul Cultivator method, and it actually worked!
But advancing from the second level to the third was rather brutal. He actually had to let a soul creature strike him?
"But where am I supposed to find a soul creature?"
After looking around, Ye Qianfan could only turn to Ye Fu. "Ye Fu, come on!"
"Don't go easy on this delicate flower. Ravage me without mercy!"
"..."
The Daoist fell silent.
Ye Fu fell silent too, but he still followed Ye Qianfan's request, sweeping his tentacle straight across Ye Qianfan's soul.
The moment his soul was injured, Ye Qianfan felt an indescribable pain surge from the wound!
Pain in the soul was completely different from pain in the flesh!
It was like pain that touched the marrow, burrowing into his bones and spreading through every limb and every part of his body!
For anyone who couldn't imagine it, think of having the pulp stripped out of a tooth!
It hurt a hundred times more than having a tooth pulled, enough to plunge a person into despair!
But to enter the Demon-Quelling Office, to return to his physical body...
To cultivate immortality!
"Again!"
Ye Qianfan clenched his