Gentlemen, it's time to enter the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

Chapter 7 My Way is Accomplished
Chen Ye waited quietly until dawn, but no second shooting star streaked across the sky.

The lame lone wolf was finally exhausted. He lay on the ground, panting heavily, but his energy was still abundant, and even his lameness seemed to have been mostly healed.

Chen Ye smiled at the wolf and said, "If I succeed in cultivating immortality in the future, you will have made a great contribution."

Unfortunately, the wolf was too exhausted to even lift its head, and could only bare its teeth at him to vent its dissatisfaction.

Chen Ye smiled and tossed aside the few remaining wolf blood pills as a token of his appreciation, then strode towards the dilapidated temple, facing the rising sun.

The root cause of the Beast Blood Pill's madness has been found. All that is needed is to remove the remaining beast soul from the heart's blood, and the pill will not cause any further trouble in the future.

It sounds simple, and it's not difficult to do either; Chen Ye is at least 70-80% confident.

The word "fate" is truly mysterious.

Chen Ye had previously devoted himself to studying the Myriad Soul Banner in order to protect Mo Ci's soul. After months of arduous study, his understanding of the soul was even more profound than Mo Ci's, and he had come up with quite a few ways to resolve the trouble caused by the beast's remnant soul. This is the benefit of delving into the root cause; if you truly understand the principles, you can naturally deduce countless ways to apply them.

Chen Ye, feeling quite pleased with himself, crossed a mountain only to run into Zhao Hezhou, who was disheveled and had several wounds on his face.

Seeing this, Chen Ye looked puzzled: "Mr. Zhao, what's going on?"

“Brave warrior… I…” Zhao Hezhou’s face turned bright red. He had come out in the dark to look for Chen Ye because he was worried that something might have happened to him during the night, but he had searched all night and had not even seen a shadow of Chen Ye. Instead, he had fallen several times in the night.

Seeing Chen Ye appear unharmed, Zhao Hezhou was extremely embarrassed and stammered, "I was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you to travel at night, so I brought you... I brought you a torch."

Seeing the bloodstains on his hands, Chen Ye knew he had suffered a lot that night. He smiled and thanked him, then led the disheveled Zhao Hezhou back to the dilapidated temple.

For the next few days, Chen Ye remained engrossed in his spiritual practice.

The Zhao couple truly treated themselves like servants, taking on all the chores. Chen Ye didn't point it out; hunting more game every day to support the family of three was a piece of cake for him.

In his spare time, Chen Ye would bury himself in books, repeatedly drawing runes on the ground. Zhao Hezhou boasted that he had read tens of thousands of books, but the symbols Chen Ye drew looked like Taoist talismans, leaving him completely bewildered and unable to understand them at all.

Chen Ye would sometimes furrow his brow, as if trapped in a desperate situation; at other times, he would laugh heartily, as if he had found a treasure of the world. Day and night, he neither ate nor slept, completely oblivious to everything else.

Zhao Hezhou had seen this before. His mentor, that esteemed elder, was in this same maddened state when engrossed in his studies. Completely absorbed, as if possessed, he appeared no different from a madman to outsiders. But it was precisely such people who could make progress and achieve something in their studies.

Chen Ye's frenzied state did not last long. On the fifth day after the flying sword meteor disappeared, he suddenly burst into laughter, "Finally, the great mission is accomplished! My path is complete!"

After saying this, Chen Ye ignored the fact that Zhao Hezhou's family was nearby and went straight to the stove to start a fire and add oil. In recent days, he had accumulated a lot of beast blood, which he poured into the pot all at once and began to refine pills.

The Zhao family had never seen anything like this before. As the strong, fishy smell spread, they almost vomited up the meat that had been sitting overnight.

Seeing this, Chen Ye quickly reminded them, "Please go outside the temple for a while. My elixir has a strong odor and is somewhat poisonous."

Zhao Hezhou hurriedly led his wife and children out of the dilapidated temple, leaving Chen Ye alone inside to busy himself.

Following the same method as before, Chen Ye refined a gourd of beast blood pills, the process being no different from before. However, this time, he did not directly put the pills into the gourd, but instead took out the Myriad Soul Banner and laid it flat on the ground.

Immediately, Chen Ye's hands moved rapidly, drawing talismans without pause, while simultaneously activating his spiritual eyes. In an instant, his pupils turned golden, and everything in his eyes was tinged with the colors of the five elements. But that wasn't enough. Chen Ye gritted his teeth, bit his fingertip, and used his blood as ink to draw numerous runes on the Myriad Soul Banner. His spiritual energy rapidly drained away with the blood, and his face instantly turned ashen. A sharp pain, as if his body had been hollowed out, assaulted him, but Chen Ye clenched his teeth, struggling to endure.

Over the past five days, he has practiced countless times, and hundreds of runes have been drawn out with perfect accuracy.

After the last rune was perfectly completed, Chen Ye, with his weakened body, poured the gourd of beast blood pills onto the Myriad Soul Banner.

At this moment, his body was as limp as a noodle, yet he still stared intently at the Beast Blood Pill. Tiny specks of light escaped from the pill, only to be absorbed by the Myriad Soul Banner.

Chen Ye clenched his fists in excitement.

Success! These are the remnants of beast souls from the Beast Blood Pill!
But before he could even rejoice for long, Mo Ci's furious roar came from within the Ten Thousand Souls Banner: "You wicked disciple, you used your master as bait?!"

Chen Ye replied weakly, "Master, I really have no other choice. I can't gather enough materials for the second Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

These remnants of beast souls, intertwined with spiritual energy, were sealed within the Blood Pill, making removal extremely difficult. Chen Ye's cultivation was still shallow; he lacked the ability to instantly refine the remnants of souls with a mere grab. Helpless, he could only try to make the remnants of souls detach on their own.

The Myriad Soul Banner originally had the effect of capturing souls, but although this crude version was only moderately effective, Chen Ye could only improve it again, using Mo Ci's soul as "bait" to lure out these beast souls.

The remnant soul has no reason left, only resentment and instinct, so it will naturally try to erode Mo Ci's soul.

Mo Ci never imagined that just a few days ago he would say his disciple was soft-hearted, only to be betrayed by this kid.

"Master, please don't be angry. This remnant soul is nothing more than a gentle breeze to you..."

"I'd die if the wind blew me away!"

In Mo Ci's current state of mind, if he were to be blown away by the wind, his soul would immediately be scattered.

In fact, Mo Ci wasn't really afraid of these remnant souls; he was just furious at Chen Ye's unilateral decision-making style.

Enraged, Mo Ci assumed these beast souls were Chen Ye's wicked disciple and slapped them away, scattering their souls.

Chen Ye stared intently at the Myriad Soul Banner, his hands constantly forming hand seals to confirm that the beast souls within the Blood Pill had been completely released, leaving not a trace. Only then did he carefully put the pill into his gourd.

Now, everything is ready. He only needs to wait three days before he can take out these blood pills for testing. He thought to himself that as long as the animals that took the pills were safe and sound and had no side effects, it would mean that from now on, he could focus on practicing his cultivation with the help of beast blood pills, and his path to advancement would be clear.

Perhaps it was truly a stroke of divine favor, for three days later, Chen Ye ventured deep into the mountains as usual and captured many more wild animals. He fed them the pills with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. Whether wild boars, birds, snakes, or spiders, all the animals and insects that had taken the pills survived without showing any abnormalities. The previously terrifying side effects of rage and madness did not appear.

Witnessing this scene, even Mo Ci couldn't help but be slightly moved, and sighed deeply: "You rascal, you really solved the problem of the Blood Refining Method."

Many secret techniques in the demonic path are incredibly powerful, but they require a large amount of human blood to cultivate. If animal blood could be used as a substitute, then they could be used to their heart's content without worrying about killing too many people and attracting endless pursuit from the righteous path.

Who could have predicted that this blood refining method, which has always been the most troublesome and has caused countless demonic predecessors headaches, would be broken by a cultivator who had only been practicing for a few months at the Qi Awakening Realm?

But Mo Ci couldn't help but wonder, if this were the case, would he still be cultivating the demonic path?
As I mentioned in Chapter Two of this book, this kind of thing should have been researched long ago, but it didn't spread due to secrecy or other reasons. The protagonist's master is someone who never researches this; he doesn't understand it himself and doesn't know why Mo Ci, a rogue cultivator who is portrayed as having little knowledge from the start, can't represent the entire cultivation world with his words. I'm not afraid of spoilers; later, many of the protagonist's studies will reveal that predecessors have already thought about this, although their results may differ or be exactly the same. But this is precisely the result of a lack of information flow, not that everyone is stupid and only the protagonist is smart.

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