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Chu Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Soul Gathering Pill? You mean that fifth-grade pill that repairs the soul?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Hongxiu's eyes lit up immediately. "Lord Su said that as long as we can get it, the 40,000 spirit stones will be paid to you right away!"

"forty thousand?"

Chu Chufeng clicked his tongue and turned to look at her.

"Forty thousand yuan for a fifth-grade pill formula, plus the materials needed for refining? What kind of crazy idea is Su Qingyi up to?"

He walked to the stone table, sat down, and poured himself a cup of cold tea.

"Go back and tell her that if she wants to get treatment, she has to show some sincerity."

"What sincerity?" Hongxiu blinked and asked.

"For example, personally coming over to serve me tea and water for three days and three nights."

Hongxiu's face flushed red instantly.

She briefly recalled the scene of those three days and three nights in her mind and almost lost her balance.

Chu Feng was just about to make up a couple more things about Su Qingyi.

A chilling voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Come to the back mountain, something happened to Yuexi!"

It is Feng Jiuyou.

Chu Feng's teacup stopped in mid-air.

Moonlight?

What could possibly happen to her?

Chu Feng put the teacup on the table, stood up, and walked out.

"Young master? Where are you going?" Hongxiu called out from behind.

"Let's get down to business!"

Chu Feng pushed off with his feet, and he became a blur.

Hongxiu stood there, looking in that direction, her heart skipped a beat.

"Getting down to business... Why does it feel like the young master is going to go and seduce some girl again..."

……

The forbidden area behind the mountain, Feng Jiuyou's exclusive cave dwelling.

As soon as Chu Feng entered the cave, a bone-chilling cold air wafted over him.

This cave is as cold as an ice cellar.

The door to the secret room was open.

Chu Feng strode in and immediately saw Yue Xi lying on the bed of eternal ice.

Her face was as white as a sheet of paper, and her lips were completely bloodless.

The rise and fall of her chest was so weak that it was almost invisible.

The most crucial part is her brow.

There was a black curse mark that was faintly visible, constantly oozing black energy.

Two people were standing by the bed.

Elder Qin Yao of the Pill Hall was covered in sweat, holding a fragrant pill in her hand, but she just couldn't get it into Yue Xi's mouth.

Feng Jiuyou stood on the other side, her once unchanging icy face now so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

"Ancestor."

Chu Feng called out and quickly walked to the bedside, "What happened? Didn't you successfully rebuild your dantian last time?"

As soon as Qin Yao saw Chu Feng arrive, she grabbed his sleeve.

"You finally made it!"

"Yuexi did recover quite well the last few times, but just now, when she tried to break through to a higher realm, a strange power suddenly erupted within her body!"

"Look at that spot between her eyebrows!"

Chu Feng stared at the black curse mark, his brows furrowing.

"This is……"

"Bloodline Spells"

Feng Jiuyou coldly interrupted the two of them.

Her cold eyes were fixed on Yuexi, with a suppressed anger hidden deep within them.

"This is an innate curse, hidden deep within our bloodline."

"Once the host's cultivation reaches a certain critical point, it will be activated and devour the host's soul and life force."

Chu Feng couldn't help but gasp.

"There are such perverted things?"

Qin Yao was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet.

"I tried to suppress it with pills, but it was completely useless. The black energy even devoured my fire spiritual power."

"Neither my ancestor nor I can do anything about it."

Feng Jiuyou turned her head and her gaze fell on Chu Feng.

"Chu Feng".

"The purest and most yang energy within your body is the only thing that can suppress this evil power."

Chu Feng pointed to his nose.

"You mean... I should go first?"

"right."

Feng Jiuyou didn't even blink.

"Use your dual cultivation method to help her force out that cursed power!"

Qin Yao, who was listening from the side, looked completely bewildered.

"Dual cultivation techniques? This kid Chu Feng actually practiced dual cultivation techniques?"

She was about to go over and ask for clarification.

Feng Jiuyou turned her head and gave her a cold look.

Qin Yao felt a chill on her neck, and swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"You come with me to protect the Dharma."

Feng Jiuyou said calmly, "No matter what sound you hear, you are not allowed to come in."

Qin Yao shivered, nodded repeatedly, and left the secret room with Feng Jiuyou, closing the door behind them.

Only Chu Feng and Yue Xi, who was lying unconscious on the ice bed, remained in the secret room.

The surroundings were so quiet that the only sound was the faint rustling of the ice bed.

Chu Feng looked at Yue Xi's pale face and the hideous curse mark between her brows.

He couldn't help but sigh.

This woman's background is definitely fraught with problems.

This ancient bloodline curse must have a bloody history behind it.

"Alright, since the ancestor has spoken."

Chu Feng rubbed his hands together, and that frivolous smile reappeared on his face. "Senior Yuexi, please forgive me."

Without further hesitation, he stepped onto the icy bed.

……

Thousands of miles away, deep within the Demon Realm.

A demonic temple built of bones and obsidian stood beneath a blood-red sky.

The ever-burning will-o'-the-wisp in the hall illuminated two rows of stark white bone pillars.

A tall figure sat on the throne.

A dense, almost tangible demonic aura swirled around him, obscuring his face and leaving only his pair of scarlet vertical pupils visible.

The Demon Lord was breathing deeply with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, he shuddered violently.

"puff!"

A mouthful of black demonic blood spurted from his mouth, dripping onto the armrest of the throne and corroding a fist-sized pit into the obsidian.

The two demon generals standing in the hall raised their heads at the same time, their faces showing shock.

The Demon Lord slowly opened his eyes, his scarlet vertical pupils churning with boundless rage.

"The Soul-Devouring Blood Curse... it was actually broken?"

That blood curse was set up by him personally.

For hundreds of years, it has remained quiet, waiting for the host's cultivation to reach a critical point before automatically detonating, replenishing the soul and life force.

The Demon Lord raised his right hand, bit his fingertip, and a drop of his original demonic blood floated in mid-air.

"The secrets of heaven, the methods of deduction."

The drop of demonic blood exploded, turning into millions of black threads that wove a blurry star map in the void.

The silk threads throbbed wildly, and with each throb, the Demon Lord's face paled a little more.

The cost of developing this method of calligraphy is extremely high.

But he doesn't care.

After a while, a blurry dot of light appeared on the star map.

Northern Territory.

Liuyun Sect.

The Demon Lord withdrew his hand, his scarlet eyes narrowing into slits.

"Shadow Kill".

In the darkest part of the main hall, a cloud of black mist silently condensed and transformed into a human figure kneeling on one knee.

"Your subordinate is here."

"Go to the Northern Region, to the Flowing Cloud Sect."

"Find the remnant of that bloodline and kill him."

"No matter who's involved, kill them all."

"Leave no one alive."