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Zuo Bei nodded and downed the freshly poured glass of Wuliangye in one go.
"Brother, don’t overindulge in your drink! At this rate, you’re drinking like a beast!" Black Cripple said with concern.
"I just feel so useless!" Zuo Bei replied, his face flushed. "If I had even a little bit of talent, I wouldn’t need help to enter Juejing. As it stands, I haven’t even shown any signs of breaking through to Lingjing!"
"Not everyone is like your family!" Black Cripple shook his head and smiled bitterly. "In cultivation, there are five realms. Juejing is about breaking the shackles of the five senses, Lingjing is about opening the meridians to communicate with Ling Ti, and Fa Jing is about purging the impurities within to generate spiritual power. These three realms complement each other. It requires patience and effort."
"Look at me; I’m already in my thirties, and it was only two years ago that I just broke through to the Fa realm. Your master fought through countless hardships and crossed mountains before he realized that he was only fifteen when he achieved this. It’s hard to judge!"
Zuo Bei showed a look of admiration. "He Master, I respect you!"
"Calling me big brother or master feels too formal!"
With that, the two began to drink heartily, completely unaware of a hunched black shadow lurking outside the office window, its crimson eyes fixed intently on them.
Outside the office, a thin man in a black robe crouched atop a large Sophora tree in front of the building. Strangely, this shadow had two heads, with red markings glowing on their Yintang.
In a place without even a nameplate, it was clear that no formal establishment had been set up here. How could that old guy Lu Queyi have been killed by someone from such a place?
Beneath the Sophora tree, a man in a suit with gold-rimmed glasses was using a small knife to slice into a bloody piece of meat before putting it into his mouth.
Crunch, crunch.
Blood splattered from his mouth as he chewed.
As the sparse moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, it revealed the blurred outline of his face. The bronze skin was tattooed with a crimson centipede that crawled across his features as if it were alive, emitting a series of hissing sounds.
Infinite Heaven and Earth!
An old man dressed in a Yellow Robe slowly emerged from behind the Sophora Tree, his lean figure resembling that of a pine or bamboo. Approaching the man who was devouring flesh, he displayed a compassionate demeanor and said, "Benefactor, do you not fear that your actions will offend Heaven?"
It turned out that behind the Suit Man, a boy was chained up, hanging upside down from the Tree Crown. His cheeks were bloodied and bruised, with some areas even revealing glimpses of bone.
Blood dripped from the blade of the Suit Man onto the ground. The source of that flesh was all too evident.
"How hypocritical!" the man scoffed. "You once killed countless infants under a month old to practice the forbidden technique of raising little ghosts in your quest for power. What’s this? Have you suddenly decided to turn over a new leaf?"
He chuckled mockingly.
The old man smiled faintly and extended his withered hand to press against the boy's forehead, gently pulling. The boy's soul was drawn out by the old man, who gazed at him in a daze.
With his mouth agape, the old man consumed the soul, a satisfied expression spreading across his face. The flavor of Guan Boss's son’s soul was indeed delightful!
The Daoist remarked, "He has been nourished since childhood with precious herbs and has been cultivated by a master using magical powers. It’s a pity he lacks an innate Yin constitution; otherwise, the flavor would be even better!"
"Stop talking!"
From atop the Tree Crown, the Two-Headed Eerie Man frowned and said, "Is something wrong?"
"What’s going on?"
The two below the Tree Crown exchanged bewildered glances. The Two-Headed Man shook his head, unable to articulate his thoughts. He glanced at the Black Yin Token on his chest, which represented the Gui Zai he had nurtured. Just moments ago, it had revealed a hint of fear.
He and Gui Zai seemed to share a deep connection, even if only for a brief second. Could it be that the little guy also craved souls?
The Two-Headed Eerie Man furrowed his brow, puzzled by the situation. He failed to notice the sinister Human Face emerging from the shadow behind him, grinning malevolently.
Suddenly, a Human-Faced Evil Spirit slithered out from behind the Two-Headed Man. Its shadowy form began to writhe and twist, transforming into that of a young man, with pupils as dark as ink. Intricate tattoos adorned its neck, resembling a dense pattern of Sanskrit.
It patted the man's shoulder and chuckled, "See?"
The Two-Headed Man's pupils instantly constricted, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
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