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Shadow Killer's body trembled slightly, then he lowered his head.

"Yes, ma'am."

As the black mist dissipated, the hall returned to a deathly silence.

The Demon Lord leaned back onto his throne and wiped the remaining black blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

"You've been running for hundreds of years, do you really think you can hide forever?"

……

The secret chamber of Feng Jiuyou's cave in the Liuyun Sect.

When Chu Feng sat up from the icy bed, he was soaked in sweat.

The menacing black curse mark between her brows had completely disappeared, replaced by a faint silver sheen.

Her breathing became steady, and her breath stopped erratic.

Chu Feng raised his hand and felt above her brow, confirming that the curse had been completely suppressed and purified before he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, they almost drained me dry."

He rubbed his weak back and looked down at his lower abdomen.

Both Nascent Souls looked listless, like two raisins that had been dried in the sun for three days.

My spiritual energy has been depleted by about 60%.

However, the effect is indeed quite good.

The sinister black energy was forced out of Yuexi's meridians bit by bit by his pure yang sword intent, and finally turned into a cloud of black mist that dissipated from between her eyebrows.

As for the process...

Chu Feng looked down at Yue Xi's current state and silently wiped her thighs clean.

"Well……"

Yuexi's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She turned her head and saw Chu Feng sitting on the edge of the bed, and paused for two seconds.

Then his whole face turned red instantly.

"You...I..."

Chu Feng had just finished wiping when he saw this and solemnly stretched out a finger and put it in front of his lips.

"Shh, don't get excited. You just woke up and you're still very weak."

"I was just treating your illness, in a very proper way."

Yuexi buried her face in the pillow, her ears so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

She could feel the changes in her body.

The dantian was many times fuller than before, and the spiritual energy in the meridians circulated as smoothly as silk gliding across water.

Moreover, deep within her mind, fragmented images began to surface.

It's very blurry.

There was a sky shrouded in blood.

There is a black palace.

A woman was running away while holding a baby.

Yuexi's body trembled slightly.

Chu Feng noticed her odd behavior and also dropped his playful smile.

"What did you remember?"

Yuexi remained silent for a long while before raising her head.

"I... seem to be no ordinary person."

"Isn't that obvious?"

Chu Feng rolled his eyes. "What ordinary person would have something like that in their blood?"

Yuexi ignored his banter, frowning as she tried to grasp at those fragmented memories.

"I saw a black palace, and... demonic energy."

"A very strong demonic aura."

Chu Feng's expression also changed.

Demon bloodline?

He glanced in the direction of the secret room's entrance.

Feng Jiuyou was already standing there at some point.

Her cool, clear eyes looked at Yuexi, clearly unsurprised.

Chu Feng's heart skipped a beat.

She had known all along that Yuexi's background was problematic.

But now is not the time to ask further questions.

Chu Feng stood up, stretched his stiff back, and turned to wave towards the door.

"Elder Qin, come in, stop eavesdropping."

An awkward dry cough came from outside the door.

Qin Yao pushed open the door and walked in.

She quickly walked to the bedside, pressed Yuexi's wrist to take her pulse, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, the curse is gone, and your energy is recovering. You just need to rest quietly for a few days."

Qin Yao withdrew her hand, turned to look at Chu Feng, her eyes filled with curiosity and scrutiny.

"I'm finding it increasingly difficult to understand your methods, kid."

Chu Feng waved his hand and plopped down on the stone bench next to him.

"Elder Qin, since you're here, I have a question for you."

"explain."

"Can you refine Soul Gathering Pills?"

Qin Yao raised an eyebrow.

"Soul Gathering Pill? That's the fifth-grade pill that repairs damage to the soul?"

"right."

Qin Yao thought for a moment, then crossed her arms over her chest.

"I have the formula for the pill, and I'm qualified to use the techniques."

"but……"

She changed the subject, shook her head, and said, "We're missing the main ingredient."

"The most crucial ingredient in the Soul Gathering Pill is called the 'Soul Condensing Sacred Fruit,' which requires absorbing soul power for tens of thousands of years in an extremely yin place to bear fruit."

"I can't find another place like this in the entire Northern Region."

"It's long gone."

Chu Feng frowned.

"Not a single one?"

"No, not through normal channels."

Qin Yao shrugged. "If you can get your hands on the Soul Condensation Sacred Fruit, I'll refine ten batches of Soul Gathering Pills for you, let alone just one."

Chu Feng was about to ask a couple more questions.

A weak voice came from the bed.

"Soul-Condensing Sacred Fruit..."

Yuexi propped herself up and sat up, the silvery sheen still faintly visible between her brows.

Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, as if she were searching through fragments of memories that had just surfaced in her mind.

"I feel like I've seen this name somewhere before."

Chu Feng and Qin Yao both looked at her at the same time.

Yuexi raised her hand to press her temples, closed her eyes, and recalled for a long time.

"It was recorded in ancient texts."

"The forbidden area of ​​the Demon Palace, the Abyss of a Hundred Demons."

"That place is an extremely yin place that has accumulated countless resentful souls over the millennia."

"If the Soul-Gathering Sacred Fruit still exists in the world, the only possible place... is there."

The room was silent for two seconds.

Qin Yao gasped.

"The Demon Palace? The Abyss of a Hundred Demons?"

"Forget about picking fruit there, you could be corroded to dust just by standing at the entrance."

Chu Feng stroked his chin but didn't reply.

He was doing the accounting.

As for Su Qingyi, the deposit for the Soul Gathering Pill is 40,000 spirit stones, but it's unclear what the final payment will be.

However, he never makes a losing deal.

If the Soul-Gathering Sacred Fruit truly only exists in the Abyss of a Hundred Ghosts, then its rarity determines its price.

I'm afraid even 200,000 might not be enough to stop it.

Chu Feng stood up and dusted off his backside.

"Okay, I understand."

He turned and walked out, pausing briefly as he passed Feng Jiuyou.

"Ancestor, you're aware of Yuexi's situation, aren't you?"

Feng Jiuyou did not answer directly; her eyes merely glanced at him indifferently.

"Just mind your own business."

"Don't die out there."

Chu Feng grinned.

"What you're saying."

Feng Jiuyou ignored him.

Chu Feng shrugged, strode out of the cave, and took out a communication jade slip from his sleeve.

As soon as spiritual energy was injected, the jade slip lit up.

"Hongxiu, please pass on a message to Su Qingyi for me."

After a while, Hongxiu's voice came from the jade slip.

"Young master, what are you saying?"

"Tell her that I have a clue about the Soul-Gathering Sacred Fruit; it's in the Abyss of a Hundred Ghosts in the Demon Palace."

"Have her use the Treasure Pavilion's channels to investigate the exact location of the Hundred Ghosts Abyss, information about its entrance, and the deployment of guards—investigate as thoroughly as possible."