Rumble.
The stone door slowly opened. Led by Wen Caiyi, a rather attractive female cultivator was brought to the room.
Having waited so long without seeing the triangular-eyed rogue cultivator emerge, she was already filled with unease.
But things had come to this. Under a high-level cultivator's watchful eye, she could only steel herself and enter.
The bloodstains on the floor secretly alarmed her, but she still tottered over and sat on the meditation cushion.
"Calm yourself and empty your mind."
Liu Yu spoke indifferently.
This time, she swallowed a bright red pill. As expected, the experiment still failed.
Looking at the corpse, whose manner of death was entirely different, he showed neither sorrow nor joy. With each round of trial and error, his thinking gradually became clearer.
Experiments two hundred and thirty-four: failure.
"Your sacrifices are all worthwhile."
"The road to truth cannot do without necessary cruelty."
Liu Yu murmured, then flicked out a wisp of azure flame, reducing the corpse to ashes.
A year later.
Qingyang Peak, the laboratory.
Liu Yu sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, his head lowered as he considered matters concerning the Soul-Cleansing Pill. Experiment three hundred and ninety-eight was about to begin.
Rumble.
The stone door opened, and a somewhat delicate-looking youth of about sixteen or seventeen appeared in his sight.
The maid Wen Caiyi bowed respectfully and remained outside the door.
"Whoosh."
The instant the stone door opened, the delicate-looking youth felt a sinister gust blow into his face, making his body instinctively tremble.
One glance was enough to tell that he was a novice cultivator.
His movements betrayed traces of immaturity. He was nothing like seasoned old hands such as the triangular-eyed rogue cultivator.
High-level cultivators, however, always shared certain traits, while frustrated low-level cultivators each had their own misfortunes.