"I wonder which senior is playing such a joke on a junior like . I am Yee Xunyou, currently the acting Sect Leader of the Soul Catching Sect. I hope the esteed one can spare out of respect for the Soul Catching Sect!"
"If there's any issue, please reveal yourself and make it clear to . I will provide a satisfactory response for the senior."
"I've been here for a while, just behind you. Look over here..."
Suddenly, a voice ca from behind, sowhat familiar.
Yee Xunyou found himself deeply anxious, the talisman on him issuing a grave warning.
The one who could intercept him must at least be a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator. Unable to recall, he had no choice but to turn and pay his respects.
"This esteed one, I'm not aware of how I might have offended you..."
Facing a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, even though Yee Xunyou was quite proud and having a smooth go recently, he couldn't help but lower his head, showing humility and placing himself in the dust.
"Seems this person is as cunning as a tiger or wolf, able to yield and stretch. Not worth letting go..."
Zheng Yi felt a tinge of approval, though his eyes betrayed concealed murderous intention.
"It's you?!"
Slowly turning his head, Yee Xunyou saw the true appearance of the mysterious figure, his pupils dilating in surprise.
Standing not far away was a short, overweight middle-aged man, with a kindly face like a rich secular man.
It was none other than Qi Family's Patriarch Qi Lin, whom he t only three days earlier.
Despite imagining countless possibilities within his mind, this sudden scene completely exceeded Yee Xunyou's imagination.
"How could it be?"
He was utterly unable to fathom why Qi Family's Patriarch, whom he had controlled with the Corpse God Brain Insect, would appear here, or how he could possibly trap him?
"You shouldn't be..."
Yee Xunyou spoke instinctively but imdiately caught himself, abruptly stopping.
He seed to have realized sothing, his body involuntarily trembling, and tentatively said: "You're not the Patriarch Qi, you're that mysterious Foundation Establishnt Cultivator of the Qi Family."
"Figured it out, have you? Looks like you're not completely foolish."
Zheng Yi scoffed coldly, his aura trembled, engulfed him with a surge of magical power like a tide.
His body soared, facial lines twisted, and within an instant, he transford into another appearance.
Features were handso, eyes profound, appearance quite youthful, yet the genuine aura of a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator was undeniable.
Zheng Yi's Divine Soul was far stronger than cultivators of the sa tier, his eyes shimring brightly, Divine Soul Power activated, surged from all directions.
Yee Xunyou only felt a piercing pain in his mind, utterly defenseless, his face twisted with agony, involuntarily letting out a cry.
Watching the pain-stricken Yee Xunyou, Zheng Yi observed coldly.
The Divine Thought of a Qi Cultivation Stage Cultivator can rely detect, whereas a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator's Divine Soul transformation, Divine Sense can be used as an offensive tool, elusive and directly crushing the opponent at the soul level.
This is why in the eyes of a Foundation Establishnt Cultivator, a Qi Cultivation Stage is akin to worthless dirt, not even capable of bearing Divine Soul Power.
Especially since Zheng Yi cultivated the Five Viscera Temple Feeding God Technique, his Divine Soul even more potent.
With overwhelming Divine Soul Power, Zheng Yi hadn't even acted directly yet, but already controlled the opponent.
He watched Yee Xunyou enduring tornt, his gaze remained frosty; for such people, Zheng Yi would show no rcy.
Corpse God Brain Insect, Power-Dissipating Powder, Treasure Color Spiritual Enlightennt Fragrance—those able to employ such ans were bound to have deep scheming minds.
An eagle hunts a rabbit with full force, how much more against a Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Cultivator.
"Boom!"
After so ti, Zheng Yi withdrew the pressure of his Divine Soul, Yee Xunyou like a fish in dehydration, drenched in sweat, collapsed on the ground, gasping heavily.
"You know what I want, right? My patience isn't great; the previous agony might repeat several tis, possibly even more excruciating. So, the choice is yours."
Zheng Yi gazed at Yee Xunyou before him, his voice cold and devoid of warmth.
The air chilled, making Yee Xunyou shiver slightly, yet his mouth remained hardened.
"Senior, this junior also has unavoidable hardship. If you truly wish to bla, I'm willing to leverage the Soul Catching Sect's strength for compensation."
"As for other matters, truly not sothing a small Qi Cultivation Stage Cultivator could decide. If you genuinely wish to know, you can accompany back to the Sect, and then naturally soone of equal weight will communicate with you. How do you feel about that?"
To survive, Yee Xunyou disregarded his dignity, lowering his stance markedly, down to the dust, and began painting a picture, hoping Zheng Yi might show so leniency or feel wary.
However, he failed to realize that soone like Zheng Yi would act without reservation.
Even if the sky collapsed, one could rely retreat into the Doomsday World; who could possibly hunt him forever?
Zheng Yi acted without procedural concerns, as long as there was causality; he wouldn't initiate matters yet wasn't afraid either, especially threats to his safety, certainly severing them thoroughly.
He could discern Yee Xunyou spoke lightly yet skirting around the heavy—re nonsense.
Avoiding Zheng Yi's queries entirely, clearly intending to conceal sothing.
This irked Zheng Yi trendously.
His displeasure spelled major trouble for Yee Xunyou.
"Very well, I greatly appreciate your stubborn mouth! I hope your backbone is tougher than your tongue, that would be interesting!"
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