Wild Dogs

The black energy surged towards Yang Fan, instantly surrounding him completely.

This is possession!

A cold glint flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. Without making any unnecessary movements, he kicked the skeleton, shattering it into pieces.

For a soul to survive, it needs something to reside in. This soul had previously been supported by the golden ring and the bones, but Yang Fan cut off its escape route first.

Seeing the remains being destroyed, the spirit within the black mist flew into a rage.

"You little beast, you dare to destroy my body! I will tear you to pieces!"

A divine soul flew out from the black mist, heading straight for Yang Fan's face, attempting to possess his physical body.

This person's cultivation level had clearly reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and his soul was much stronger than Yang Fan's. Possessing his body should have been an easy task.

Just then, a slight smile appeared on Yang Fan's lips, and with a wave of his hand, a golden flag, a dozen inches in size, appeared in his hand.

He swung the flag forward with force, and a tremendous suction force burst forth from it.

"What... what is this?"

The spirit cried out in terror.

This kind of suction force can only be generated by treasures like the Myriad Soul Banner, but those Myriad Soul Banners are all extremely sinister, while the banner in Yang Fan's hand is golden and obviously different.

"What? You've never even heard of the Human King's Banner?"

Yang Fan continued to wave the Human King Banner, and the suction force forcibly pulled the black energy and the divine soul into it.

He held the Human King Banner in front of him and coldly looked into it; the divine soul was already trapped inside.

Yang Fan looked him over with a playful expression and laughed.

"How about it? Not bad, right?"

"What King's Banner? This is clearly the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls!"

"Tell me, what is your relationship with the Blood Spirit Sect?"

"Blood Spirit Sect?" Yang Fan scratched his head. "What kind of bullshit Blood Spirit Sect is that?"

Why are you asking so many questions?

Yang Fan gripped the banner, staring intently at the divine soul within. He initially intended to destroy it, but then stopped, thinking that perhaps he could extract useful information from it.

He walked up to the remains of the corpse. His soul was trapped, so he should have been safe, but Yang Fan still did not let his guard down.

After carefully inspecting the area and confirming that no second soul was hidden there, he cautiously removed the golden ring.

After gripping the ring and testing it a few times, Yang Fan was overjoyed. It turned out to be a top-grade spiritual artifact that could both store items and be used in combat. In essence, it was a treasure of far superior quality to an ordinary storage bag.

Yang Fan picked up the ring and started searching inside.

The ring originally contained many spirit stones, but due to the passage of time, most of them have turned to ashes, and the remaining ones have lost their spiritual energy.

He cleaned up the spirit lime ashes, which were useless, but the remaining items intrigued him.

First, there were several top-grade spiritual artifacts, which were exactly what he urgently needed.

"Good, with these top-grade spiritual artifacts, my combat power will definitely increase significantly."

Besides the magical artifact, there is also a talisman treasure inside the ring.

Yang Fan took out the talisman and poured spiritual energy into it, and the talisman instantly transformed into a large seal.

He tried to swing it forward, and the seal immediately grew to a size of more than ten feet. Then he pressed it down lightly, and the seal slammed down, creating a deep pit in the ground.

"Not bad. Once I'm stronger, this thing will be able to pose a threat even to Foundation Establishment cultivators."

Yang Fan put the talisman back into the ring with satisfaction.

In addition, there are several jade slips in the ring, each containing a secret technique.

Yang Fan wasn't very interested in the other secret techniques, but there was one that particularly caught his attention.

This is a secret technique of mental power that can strengthen one's own spiritual power by devouring the spiritual power of other cultivators.

"Interesting. This secret technique is undoubtedly the best choice for enhancing mental strength."

Yang Fan carefully put the jade slip away.

It is important to know that spiritual sense is crucial for cultivators. Under normal circumstances, spiritual sense improves in sync with cultivation level. Unless one focuses on cultivating mental power techniques, it is difficult for spiritual sense to become disconnected.

This secret technique can directly refine the souls of others, but it is obviously flawed.

Yang Fan placed the jade slip into the small cauldron, and after a moment took it out, his eyes lit up.

Three words were clearly written on the jade slip.

Soul Devouring Technique!

A smile appeared on his lips. Thanks to the enhancement from the small cauldron, the flaws in this Soul Devouring Technique had clearly been remedied.

Yang Fan immediately opened the jade slip, sat cross-legged, and began to read it. After a quick reading, he was extremely excited.

He didn't bother looking for other medicinal herbs; he immediately went to the spot where the skeleton had been, moved some stones to block the exit, and then sat cross-legged to concentrate on studying the Soul Devouring Technique.

He absolutely could not miss this secret method that could enhance his spiritual awareness.

After more than ten hours of arduous training, Yang Fan had initially mastered the cultivation method of the Soul Devouring Technique.

He took out the Human King Banner, and the divine consciousness of the soul within the banner was already weak and listless.

Although this divine consciousness was powerful, it was futile to struggle within the Human King Banner.

The Human King Banner was capable of refining divine souls; if Yang Fan hadn't intentionally kept it, he would have already refined it.

Now that he had mastered the Soul Devouring Technique, Yang Fan began to ponder how to utilize this divine soul.

He stared at the divine soul within the Human King Banner, pondering to himself that directly refining it with the Soul Devouring Technique would be too wasteful. He should ask first to see if he could extract any useful information.

Upon seeing Yang Fan looking over, the divine soul immediately became obedient.

"My lord, spare me! My lord, spare me!"

He knew he was trapped inside the Human King Banner, and that getting out would be as difficult as climbing to heaven. But his instinct for survival still made him plead with Yang Fan, hoping to get a chance to live.

Yang Fan glanced at him and spoke, feigning composure.

"Tell me, what is your background, and why are you trapped here?"

"Yes, sir, I will explain everything clearly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man began to recount the whole story.

After a short while, Yang Fan finally understood the cause and effect.

This person was trapped in this altar hundreds of years ago.

At that time, the Six Sects of Blood Path had not yet split, and the major sect under their jurisdiction was called Blood Spirit Sect. He was originally a disciple of Blood Spirit Sect. He entered the Blood Cave to search for treasures, but encountered misfortune along the way.

In order to prevent his physical body from being damaged by evil spirits, he hid himself inside the altar, intending to recover from his injuries and leave. However, his injuries were too severe, and instead of recovering after entering the altar, he was trapped inside.

This filled him with immense regret. Later, his physical body completely decayed, and his consciousness grew weaker and weaker. Helpless, he could only use a secret method to entrust his soul to the golden ring, which allowed him to linger on until Yang Fan touched the golden ring, awakening him and leading him to seek out Yang Fan.

After glancing at the man, Yang Fan shook his head.

Seeing the other person's dejected look, Yang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Interesting. I never thought you'd be hoist by your own petard."

The man gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"It can't be said that they brought this upon themselves, since there were more than just one or two Blood Spirit Sect disciples in this Blood Cave at the time."

"Our Blood Spirit Sect believes in the law of the jungle. If others see me in such a pitiful state, they will not only not save me, but will also take everything away from me."