Yang Lingrui naturally did not possess the ability to repair a cultivator's soul.
To accomplish this, he had naturally drawn upon the fragment of consciousness his Immortal Venerable had left behind in his sea of consciousness.
Ever since the Immortal Venerable had successfully formed his core, that fragment of consciousness had also undergone a transformation.
When Luo Zhuli had hunted him down before, Yang Lingrui had not known what had happened throughout the entire ordeal. Yet he was certain that the reason he had escaped danger that time was because the Immortal Venerable's consciousness had displayed tremendous might.
From his perspective at the time, his sea of consciousness had trembled, then his vision had gone black and he had lost consciousness.
When he woke again, Luo Zhuli's hollow, shriveled body—bereft of spiritual sense and life force—lay more than thirty yards behind him.
Luo Zhuli had suffered no damage or external wounds. Unfortunately, the situation had been too urgent then, and Yang Lingrui had possessed no means of storing and preserving the corpse.
By the time matters in Guhui Town had been settled, the body had already begun to rot and wither from the dissipation of spiritual power.
Otherwise, the intact body of a young Twelfth Floor of Qi Gathering cultivator could have fetched at least ten thousand Spirit Crystals on the market.
Xue Qingluan naturally knew nothing of those twists and turns. She merely assumed that Yang Lingrui's miraculous method had been bestowed upon him by Consort Xi.
And the reason Yang Lingrui had used Chen Yang's consciousness to treat Xue Qingluan's injuries was by no means to win hearts or employ a gentle policy.
He simply found Xue Qingluan extremely useful and did not want her injuries to slow the pace of their operations.
Across the entire First Heaven