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Lu Queyi's heart felt like ashes. He took out a leaf of Azure Black from his pocket, which was essential for performing Shi Yan's Huang Ye.
Carrying it with him? Zuo Ci cast a suspicious glance at Lu Queyi. After all, he was one of the Thirteen Guardians, specifically the San Que Gong. Typically, a Zhen Wu enhanced by the Yansheng Technique required a specific location and special auxiliary materials, making it rare to find a Zhen Wu that could be carried around. This was not the unique aspect of Shi Yan; rather, it highlighted Lu Queyi's exceptional Yan Shu. Indeed, he surpassed Zuo Ci.
However, Zuo Ci showed no signs of frustration. The Yin Sheng method was merely one of the techniques he practiced in Left-Handed Sorcery. It was akin to how a part-time job could never compare to full-time expertise. Yan Shu was the foundation of Lu Queyi's existence, while for Zuo Ci, it was just a trivial skill he could perform casually. They were not comparable.
"Well, since you've handed over the Zhen Wu, I won't take your life. Heaven has mercy on living beings. How about this: I will take thirty years from your lifespan. If you survive, I won't strike you down again!" Zuo Ci said with a tone of pity.
Thirty years of lifespan? Lu Queyi glared at Zuo Ci through gritted teeth. What difference did that make from killing him outright?
"Are you trying to kill me?" Zuo Ci asked with a narrowed smile.
Lu Queyi's pupils constricted. Zuo Ci pressed his palm against Lu Queyi's head.
With a pop, Lu Queyi's body crumpled like a balloon, transforming into a tattered Human Skin. Thick, murky yellow liquid seeped through the gaps in the Human Skin.
Dare to take a life, and you have already chosen your own path to death!
Zuo Ci disdainfully tossed aside the Human Skin in his hand, rubbing the small amount of yellow liquid on the Black Cripple's clothes back and forth.
The Black Cripple remarked, "You’re so noble, aren’t you? Have you gathered enough information about Hui Xian Men?"
Zuo Ci took a deep breath, and the Huang Ye in his palm suddenly ignited with emerald flames.
The flames were of the utmost yang and strength. Yet, the emerald fire that Zuo Ci exhaled was of the utmost yin and coldness. The flames surged, revealing a fierce Yuan Ling dancing within.
"Samadhi Yin Fire."
"I’ve gathered the information!" The Black Cripple wiped the sweat from his brow with a wet tissue. He spoke softly, "The Hui Xian Men is composed of Sheng Xian Dao remnants. The mastermind seems to be connected with Xia Mao and Tibetan Tonzong. Lu Queyi appears to be set up as a scapegoat!"
"To use Yin Jian Shi San Tai Bao as a scapegoat? What audacity!" Zuo Ci sneered. "I truly want to know who dares to scheme under my very nose! It must be related to those above."
The Black Cripple continued in a low voice, "I’ve also heard that Tongcheng has seen quite a few newcomers lately, seemingly all drawn to that little girl. It seems her value is quite high!"
"Celestial Three Aspects, Guanyin Sitting on Lotus!"
Zuo Ci nodded. "That little girl possesses an excellent Left Path Alchemy Cauldron and has a pure yin constitution. If someone with Fa Jing cannot break through to Dao Realm, cultivating with her to seize her yuan yin will naturally fulfill their desires!"
"Isn't that cheating?" The Black Cripple's expression shifted slightly.
"Heh!" Zuo Ci chuckled coldly. "The world is vast; there’s nothing strange about it!"
"Master, don’t you have any thoughts on this?" The Black Cripple asked with a smile. He didn’t genuinely wish to assist in tyranny.
She wanted to help that poor little girl. At most, she was only eighteen, yet someone had stripped away her delicate skin and stitched her up with the tattered hides of cats and dogs. She couldn't even speak! In Tongcheng, the only one who could save her was Daoist Zuo.
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