My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

Yu Rong looked at the old man surnamed Yang and said slowly, "For the sake of our cooperation over a hundred years, I will let you be a wise ghost. Just after you used 300,000 spirit stones to buy the sky coffin and earth coffin formation, I spent 1 million spirit stones to buy a set of cracking methods from the boss. The function of this formation is to absorb spiritual power, and it will not stop until all the spiritual power in your body is sucked dry.

Just half a month ago, I came here on purpose and made a small move on the formation. Sure enough, you fell into the trap without checking. Until just now, you were still dreaming of monopolizing the fruit tree. It's really ridiculous!"

Her words plunged the old man surnamed Yang into complete despair. His eyes radiated resentment and anger, but more of it was deep fear.

He had never thought that after all his scheming, he would end up like this, being played around by this woman whom he had never taken seriously.

"You...you are so cruel!" The old man surnamed Yang gritted his teeth.

Yurong said sarcastically, "Hahaha, weren't you even more vicious just now? You wanted to kill me and take the fruit tree for yourself, so why are you scared now that it's your turn?"

The old man surnamed Yang was left speechless by Yurong's words.

"Fellow Daoist Yurong, Sister Yurong, can you please let me go?" He pleaded in a low voice, "I am willing to give you all my savings, and all these dark spirit fruits will belong to you. I don't want even a single one."

He knew he had no choice but to try his best to fight for a chance of survival.

Yu Rong sneered, as if she was looking at a ridiculous clown: "Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child? If I let you go, how can I survive? If you really want me to spare you, it's not impossible. Tell me the method of reproducing, and I will consider letting you go!"

The old man surnamed Yang was stunned when he heard this, and then a crazy smile appeared on his face: "Hahaha, you want to get my method of reproducing your offspring? Dream on, I will never tell you even if I die!"

He understood that telling others about it would make him die faster.

"Really? In that case, let's wait and see. I know you have been looking for a way to regenerate the thousand-year-old spiritual plants over the years. Do you know what I'm looking for?" Yurong asked.

"What are you looking for?"

"The soul-searching method! This is a soul-searching method specifically used against cultivators with higher cultivation than oneself!" Yu Rong said loudly.

The old man's face turned pale when he heard this. It seemed that the other party was well prepared.

As time went by, the old man surnamed Yang's spiritual power had reached its limit. If he continued like this, his life would be in danger.

"I'll tell you if you let me go first!" he shouted hysterically.

"You speak first!" The initiative was completely in Yurong's hands, and there was no way she would agree to the old man named Yang.

The old man surnamed Yang was running out of spiritual power and was already feeling dizzy. He gritted his teeth and said, "There is a jade slip in my storage ring that contains the method of reproducing the seed. Yurong, please let me go."

"Really?"

"Really! Hurry up, I can't hold on any longer." The old man surnamed Yang shouted anxiously, his voice full of pleading, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

A playful smile flashed across Yurong's face, as if a hunter was playing with his prey, and a hint of coldness was revealed in her voice:

"Who knows if what you said is true or not, let's try searching your soul later."

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the old man surnamed Yang's heart.

His face turned pale and weak in an instant, as if all the life had been drained out of him. His eyes were wide open, flashing with fear and despair.

He cursed loudly: "Fuck, you stinky bitch..."

In fact, the old man surnamed Yang had expected this result. However, his desire for life made him pin his hopes on Yurong keeping her promise. But when he heard that the other party would not let him go and would still search his soul, he completely collapsed.

Yurong turned a deaf ear to him, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed her eyes and stopped talking.

The old man surnamed Yang cursed for a while, and his voice gradually became weaker. He changed to a pleading tone, hoping to move Yurong in this way.

But no matter what he said, Yurong remained motionless, like a lifeless stone.

Finally, the old man surnamed Yang's voice became smaller and smaller, the blood color on his face completely faded, replaced by a deathly gray, and finally he collapsed to the ground.

Only then did Yurong's eyes slowly open. She glanced calmly at the old man named Yang who was lying on the ground, a hint of contempt appeared at the corner of her mouth, and then she turned her gaze to Peng Qi.

Peng Qi had already been frightened out of his wits. When he saw the other party looking at him, he jumped up from the ground and stammered, "Senior...Senior, this matter has nothing to do with me. Please spare my life."

Yurong was in an extremely happy mood at the moment. When she thought of the dark spirit fruit that was about to be obtained, she smiled brightly, like a blooming flower.

However, in Peng Qi's view, this smile was like a death warrant, which made him feel endless fear. He knew that he had seen Yu Rong kill people to get the treasure, and she would never let him go, so he was extremely panicked.

At this moment, Yurong's voice slowly rang out: "I heard that your father implanted a soul lamp for you?"

As soon as these words came out, thoughts started turning rapidly in Peng Qi's mind.

Soul lamp is a secret technique that can implant someone's essence and blood into a special lamp. If the implanted person dies, the soul lamp will also go out. It can also point out the location of the murderer.

If the other party really believes that he has implanted a soul lamp, he will be cautious when making any gestures.

Although Peng Qi did not recall the information about the soul lamp in Xu Zihao's mind, when he heard these two words, he felt ecstatic and said as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw:

"Yes... yes, Senior. My father did implant the soul lamp in me."

After Yurong heard what Peng Qi said, her expression suddenly became uncertain. On the one hand, she wanted to kill Xu Zihao, but on the other hand, she was afraid of Xu's father.

Decades ago, Xu Xinghe, who had the highest cultivation level among the three, once told Yurong and the old man surnamed Yang that he had a son and had implanted a soul lamp in him, which was why Yurong was so hesitant.

Peng Qi watched Yurong's expression change, and he was also uneasy. He knew that his life and death depended on the other person's thoughts.

Yu Rong thought about it and finally made a decision. She took a deep breath, forced down the killing intent in her heart, and said to Peng Qi: "I am in a good mood today, so I won't kill you. But in order to avoid any accidents when I search your soul later, you have to suffer a little first."

Before she finished her words, she had already swung her palm. A ray of green light burst out from her palm and hit Peng Qi directly on the forehead. Before Peng Qi could even make a sound, he fainted and fell to the ground with a thud.

Yu Rong didn't use any heavy force with this palm strike, it just made Peng Qi lose consciousness temporarily. In this way, she could search his soul with peace of mind.

Chu Ci, who was hiding in the dark, had been closely watching what was happening here. When he heard Yu Rong say that she wanted to search her soul, his eyes lit up.

Although Yurong is a Jindan cultivator, if he suddenly attacks her when she is searching her soul, he might be able to succeed.