Devouring a rare treasure, the mystic flame reaches the fourth tier; exterminating the Shi, the state of their true cores

"No, no-please forgive me, [Fellow Daoist Wanji]! Senior, please be magnanimous and spare my worthless life as well! Fortunately, Fellow Daoist Wanji was unharmed, so I did not commit an unforgivable wrong. Otherwise, even ten thousand deaths could not absolve me! And I-I am willing to offer you the treasure I obtained on this trip-"

Inside the cavern beneath the lake, Shi Tiancheng knelt prostrate on the ground, his words jumbled. Clearly, his terror of death had made him lose all sense of propriety!

But he had grasped the essential point well enough: begging for mercy.

Looking at the man before him, Lin Changheng suddenly recalled a saying: those who bullied their inferiors invariably fawned on their superiors.

To secure benefits, this man had done everything to flatter and please the [Moon-Embracing True Lord], even treating the lives of cultivators under his rule as expendable materials. Now, facing Lin Changheng, he had cast aside a Core Formation cultivator's dignity to survive, groveling on the ground and wagging his tail for mercy.

In a certain sense, his behavior was remarkably consistent.

At that thought, a trace of mockery rose at the corners of Lin Changheng's mouth.

He could not even be bothered to say, "Once I kill you, your treasure will still be mine." He simply reached out and grabbed. Somehow, the head of the prostrate Shi Tiancheng crossed the distance and landed directly in his hand.

"Senior, spare-aah!"

Another hurried plea escaped Shi Tiancheng's mouth. His mana surged incessantly, trying to burst forth in one final act of resistance. But the next instant, a piercing scream rang out. His whole body began convulsing, his face twisted, and his eyes clouded, rapidly losing focus.

He was clearly undergoing a Soul Search!

Watching from the side, Xu Hanji remained expressionless and unperturbed.