Chapter 376: Chapter 376

Of course, even if she didn’t let her guard down, if her captors truly intended to act, she would still be unable to resist.

I can’t contact Master... A look of resolve flashed in Ning Xiaoyu’s eyes. Her adversaries were after Master; contacting him to save her would mean falling right into their trap. She wondered how Si Nanyan and Feng Ruoli were faring. Were they captured like her, or had they managed to avoid trouble for the time being? Anxiety flickered in Ning Xiaoyu’s eyes.

PATTER, PATTER, PATTER.

Before she could ponder further, the sound of footsteps approached, and two figures appeared before her. Simultaneously, a brazen gaze settled upon her.

"Xiao Tian, what have you done? You’re just tipping them off," a somewhat displeased voice said, clearly dissatisfied with Ning Xiaoyu being brought here.

"Mr. Yang, you know my current situation. There’s just no time," another voice, urgent yet tinged with madness, replied.

"Who is it?" Ning Xiaoyu lifted her head slightly, her gaze sharpening. She initially thought it was Shao Zhengze and Lu Shangxing who had laid hands on her, but the voices clearly indicated otherwise.

The very next moment, the speakers emerged from the darkness, revealing their faces. It was the duo Qin Tian and Qin Yang. Ning Xiaoyu didn’t recognize these two, but their attire revealed they were from the Purple Cloud Divine Sect.

"Xiao Tian," Qin Yang frowned, "the initiation day at the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land is approaching. I will take action then..."

"But, Mr. Yang, I can’t wait any longer." Qin Tian’s eyes were bloodshot, a stark contrast to his previously spirited demeanor. In recent days, the curse had left him terrified, though Qin Yang had resolved every incident. But the fear in his heart was what truly frightened him. If this continued, he feared a mental demon might take root.

"Never mind." Seeing this, Qin Yang shook his head with resigned frustration. While this method was extreme, it could indeed draw out Wen Zhixing, which wouldn’t be entirely bad. Though in his opinion, the likelihood of success was very low.

"What about Shao Zhengze and Lu Shangxing?" Qin Yang glanced at the tightly bound Ning Xiaoyu and inquired.

"They’re in another secret chamber, watching over Si Nanyan and Feng Ruoli," Qin Tian hastily replied.

"Fine. Let’s spread the news of Ning Xiaoyu’s disappearance tomorrow and see how Wen Zhixing reacts," Qin Yang mused, then added, "As for Si Nanyan and Feng Ruoli... since Lu Shangxing fancies them... let them become Taoist companions."

"All right, I understand," Qin Tian nodded. His own woman disappearing, perhaps even becoming a Taoist companion to someone else—any normal man would find such news unbearable.

"Purple Cloud Divine Sect... your actions are no different from those of the devil path." Ning Xiaoyu’s gaze was calm. These people were indeed targeting her Sir.

Qin Yang’s gaze immediately fell upon Ning Xiaoyu. Seeing her stare back unflinchingly, his eyes narrowed.

"Hmph..." Qin Tian huffed disdainfully at her words, ready to reprimand her.

"The actions of the powerful require no explanation to the weak." Qin Yang, however, stopped him.

"Thank you for the lesson, Mr. Yang." Qin Tian nodded, suppressing the rage in his heart.

Qin Yang, however, found Ning Xiaoyu’s body intriguing. "This Puppet Body is indeed fascinating." His spiritual sense had just thoroughly inspected Ning Xiaoyu, inside and out, and his gaze began to burn with eagerness. "Well, it has been a long time since I’ve used the secret skill to refine Genius Spirit; she will be good practice." There was a unique energy within the blood essence of this Puppet Body. Perhaps he could refine a decent Genius Spirit Seed from it.

"Mr. Yang, what do you mean by that?" Qin Tian was immediately taken aback. His original intention had merely been to capture Ning Xiaoyu, nothing more. But now it seemed Qin Yang intended to act against Ning Xiaoyu on a whim. Qin Tian felt a shiver of alarm; his uncle, when truly unhinged, might be even more terrifying than he was.

"You... what do you intend to do?" Watching the two figures advance step by step, Ning Xiaoyu’s exposed body trembled slightly, a chill seeping into her heart. Refining a Genius Spirit Seed? Could it be they intend to refine her?

"Xiao Tian, watch carefully. To refine a Genius Spirit Seed, one must keep the subject’s body in its most perfect state at all times. This means she must be kept alive throughout the entire process." Qin Yang turned his head to glance at Qin Tian and cheerfully began to explain the key points of refining a Genius Spirit Seed. These words, however, were enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

"Hmm." Qin Tian nodded, steadied his mind, and after taking a deep breath, began to learn the art of refining a Genius Spirit Seed. Follow current novels on N0veI.Fiɾe.net

"You..." Ning Xiaoyu wanted to speak.

"Be still!" The next instant, a point of golden light flashed in Qin Yang’s eyes, piercing straight into her forehead.

A golden wave of Divine Consciousness Powerower invaded her Sea of Sense, instantly immobilizing Ning Xiaoyu’s divine soul. At that moment, she lost control of her body.

"Remember, this is not enough. Even if the divine soul is immobilized, the body has instinctive reactions. If it keeps moving, that’s no good, so..." Qin Yang’s fingertips glowed, and he tapped several points in succession. Key points on Ning Xiaoyu’s body were severed by streaks of golden light.

Intense pain surged into Ning Xiaoyu’s mind, but she could not react at all. She could only watch helplessly as her body was desecrated.

A roaring blaze reappeared before her eyes.

"The next step is simple. Use the secret skill to refine her flesh and blood essence." Qin Yang’s smile was disconcertingly amiable, while Qin Tian, beside him, nodded continuously, earnestly absorbing the lesson.

"Feed her elixirs. Don’t let her die." Qin Yang’s hands formed seals continuously, activating the secret skill to start the refinement process. Qin Tian assisted him.

I... am dying... Ning Xiaoyu felt indescribable pain, but her gaze was blank. She had not anticipated such an end for herself. She had actually died once before. Back then, Wen Miner had flayed her, trapping her divine soul within the skin. It was Wen Zhixing who had given her a new life; otherwise, she would have been completely dead long ago. Or she might have only continued to exist as a piece of human skin.

As time passed, Ning Xiaoyu’s gaze dimmed, and her divine soul began to gradually fade.

Sir, thank you... Ning Xiaoyu’s vision became blurry. She could barely make out the figures of Qin Yang and Qin Tian. She still wished to serve by Wen Zhixing’s side. Alas, there would be no more chances... Such regret.

Meanwhile, in the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, Wen Zhixing and the others had finally arrived at the exit sacrificial altar of the Demonic Ruins. After offering the corpses of several devilc beasts as sacrifices to appease the altar’s restrictions, they smoothly made their way out.

The moment they stepped out, Wen Zhixing felt a gaze upon him. It was the same guard they had seen earlier. A flicker of surprise crossed the guard’s eyes. Wen Zhixing had been inside for so long without emerging; he had thought something might have befallen him. He had wanted to dissuade Wen Zhixing from entering alone at that time. Now it seemed Wen Zhixing, by daring to venture in alone, must have possessed considerable confidence. Still, the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land was teeming with prodigies and oddities; nothing that happened there was too outlandish.

They exchanged a glance, a brief moment of understanding passing between them. With a slight nod to each other, they parted ways without further interaction.

Just then, a somewhat crisp voice called out from not far away. Everyone turned to look.

A graceful figure was approaching them. It was Jiang Baiyu, whom Wen Zhixing had once briefly encountered.

Jiang Baiyu wore an understated white gown. Her long hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with several bejeweled hairpins. A light touch of makeup highlighted her features, and she radiated an alluring charm with every graceful movement.

"Sister Baiyu!" Lingyin and Lingle’s faces lit up with delight, and they bounced excitedly towards her.

"Greetings, Jiang." Tong Hua Qin and Gong Changyun also bowed respectfully. Although Jiang Baiyu’s cultivation was far superior to theirs, they were still considered part of the same generation.

"There’s no need for such formality..." Jiang Baiyu said, holding one of the little girls in each hand. She was about to speak with Tong Hua Qin and Gong Changyun when her gaze fell upon Wen Zhixing, who stood to the side. "Eh, Wen, you’re here too?"