The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Wolf Slaughter's face twitched three times as he listened to Shen Yifei's long list of titles.

There are no dragon palaces or phoenix clans, nor any Heavenly Evolution Sect Demon Kings, in this Spirit Ruins. Anyone who could come up with such a long string of nonsensical names must be a genius.

And then he adds the title "Lord of the Spirit Ruins"—what normal person would dare to brag like that?

"Hahaha..." Wolf Slayer laughed loudly, his laughter echoing across the wilderness, causing nearby birds and beasts to flutter up in flight.

"I wondered who this Marquis of Beiyuan was so wary of; turns out he's just an arrogant brat. What deity did you just say you were? The Lord of the Spirit Ruins? I've lived for thousands of years; when did the master of the Spirit Ruins become a mere child like you?"

Shen Yifei shrugged, looking serious. "I'm serious. That bastard Marquis Beiyuan trafficked female cultivators and sent them to the Wanling Palace. He's made this Lingxu a mess. Shouldn't it have a new master? Look at me, young, handsome, and with high cultivation, I'm perfect."

Wolf Slayer was so angry he laughed. "What a sharp tongue you have. I'll twist your head off first, then let's see if your mouth can still be so eloquent."

After he finished speaking, without making any visible movement, he vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, Lang Tutian was already in front of Shen Yifei, his five fingers like eagle claws reaching for Shen Yifei's crown.

There are no fancy moves, no overwhelming momentum, just a simple grab.

Shen Yifei had anticipated this, and the moment Lang Tutian disappeared, he retreated rapidly.

But the force of Lang Tutian's five fingers still grazed his cheek, and Shen Yifei felt a burning pain on half of his face.

"So fast." Shen Yifei felt a chill in his heart. This old man was indeed living up to his reputation.

Wolf Slayer missed his first move, then his hands moved in quick succession, changing his stance. He formed hooks with his five fingers, drawing strange arcs in mid-air, each swing bringing with it a black blade of energy.

"Boy, if you can't withstand my Soul-Shattering Claw technique, you'd better kneel down and beg for mercy, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Shen Yifei unleashed his Long Sky Sword, cleaving through the oncoming gray-black energy blade with a single strike. "You can't shatter my soul, but I can absorb yours!"

Having barely dodged a few attacks, Shen Yifei moved his mind, and the Soul-Cleansing Grass appeared in front of Lang Tutian.

"Suck it!!" Shen Yifei shouted!

The Soul-Purifying Grass pouted its little mouth and sucked at Wolf Slaughtering Sky.

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven, who was still gesturing and making moves, suddenly felt a huge suction force. His soul in his sea of ​​consciousness was as if it were being hooked and forcibly pulled outward.

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven sensed something was wrong.

He has cultivated the Soul Shattering Claw for thousands of years, and his greatest advantage is that his soul is at least three times more solid than that of other cultivators of the same level.

If the soul of an ordinary cultivator is like a ball of cotton, his soul is like a lump of iron.

But at this moment, the suction force emanating from the cracked mouth of the Soul-Cleansing Grass actually tore open a gash at the edge of his sea of ​​consciousness, pulling his soul outward.

What exactly is this little thing?

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven had killed countless people throughout his life and had seen all sorts of strange and unusual techniques.

But the grass in front of me looks like a little person, with two short legs kicking wildly in the air, and a big head with a small mouth, smacking like it's sucking milk.

The suction force was subtle yet potent, not overbearing or domineering, but rather like fine hairs, seeping into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Wolf Slayer let out a muffled groan, and a ring of black qi suddenly surged around his body. The qi was like an iron barrel, enveloping his entire body and isolating him from the suction force of the Soul-Purifying Grass.

"Damn it, what kind of demonic herb is this!" Wolf Slayer was furious.

He has no energy left to deal with Shen Yifei. If he's not careful, he'll have some of his soul absorbed by the Soul Purifying Grass.

But he was, after all, an old monster with one foot in the Ascension Realm, with broad knowledge and a ruthless mind.

He immediately composed himself, avoiding a direct confrontation with the demonic herb. Instead, he gathered all his inner energy into a single line to protect his consciousness. Then, he leaped into the air, taking seven steps under the moonlight, each step leaving a black footprint in the air.

Shen Yifei looked at the seven suspended footprints and felt a chill run down his spine.

He could sense a faint connection between the footprints, like some kind of formation.

"Boy, you're quite something to force this old man to use this move." Lang Tutian stood firm. "These seven steps are called 'Seven Soul-Chasing Steps,' each step is a death warrant. When the seven steps are connected, they form a net that binds heaven and earth."

Shen Yifei grinned, "Old fool, if you can't beat them, just admit it. Why bother with all this fancy stuff? At your age, even ten kicks won't help!"

The smile on Lang Tutian's face had faded. He stopped talking and tapped the first footprint in front of him with his toe.

"Buzz..."

With a buzzing sound, the footprint suddenly lit up, transforming into a black beam of light about a foot wide, which shot straight toward Shen Yifei's face at an extremely fast speed.

Shen Yifei sidestepped, and the black beam of light grazed past his ear. However, the next moment, a second footprint lit up, this time the beam of light came from the side at a tricky angle.

Shen Yifei ducked his head and barely dodged it.

The third, fourth, fifth... those seven black beams of light moved haphazardly, rushing towards Shen Yifei from all directions.

Shen Yifei leaped and dodged, looking utterly disheveled. But each beam of light was faster and more cunning than the last.

Shen Yifei seized an opening and slashed at one of the pillars of light with his Long Sky Sword.

The moment the sword light touched the pillar of light, Shen Yifei felt a jolt in his hand and was thrown several feet away.

Shen Yifei couldn't take the attacks head-on, so he could only dodge. He glanced at the Soul-Cleansing Grass; its little mouth was bulging like a balloon, it was also fighting desperately!

It was obvious that Lang Tutian's soul was exceptionally strong. But the stronger it was, the more Shen Yifei wanted to challenge him!

Even if Wolf Slaughter's soul is strong, we'll just add some more tricks to him!

With a thought, Shen Yifei conjured a black ancient bell in his hand.

It is the Soul-Locking Bell that Xinghe modified!

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven stared at the bell for a moment, stunned.

The bell looked ordinary and unremarkable, without even a trace of magical energy.

"You dare to flaunt a broken bell in front of an old man like me?"

Shen Yifei raised his hand and pointed a finger at the clock face. With a "clang," a crisp and clear sound rang out.

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven was originally urging the seven pillars of light to attack when he heard the bell. The protective aura around his sea of ​​consciousness trembled and cracks appeared.

Immediately afterwards, it felt as if someone had stabbed him hard in the sea of ​​consciousness, and his brain buzzed, causing his three souls and seven spirits to sway three times.

"You... what kind of bell is this!" Wolf Slaughtering the stinging pain in his mind, Wolf Slaughter barely managed to steady himself.

"Sending you off to your final moments!"

Wolf Slaughtering Heaven withdrew his supernatural powers and focused all his strength on resisting the attacks from the Soul-Purifying Grass and the Soul-Locking Bell.

Seeing that the Soul-Locking Bell was indeed effective, Shen Yifei felt more confident and smiled as he tapped the bell a few more times.

"Clang... clang... clang..."

Wolf Slaughter's sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently once again, his eyes momentarily lost focus, and the protective aura guarding his sea of ​​consciousness was about to dissipate.

Seeing an opportunity, the Soul-Purifying Grass quickened its pace and began to suck up Wolf Slaughtering Heaven's soul with a smacking sound!

"You old bastard, weren't you pretty arrogant just now? You even tried to twist my head?" Shen Yifei said, strumming his bell as he took two steps closer with a grin. "Come on, try twisting my head and let me see."

Just then, Wolf Slaughtering Heaven suddenly let out a shrill wolf howl.