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The inner demon's tentacles froze in mid-air.

Three breaths later, the demon who had plagued the world of cultivation for hundreds of years was beaten into a corner, crying and handing over the spiritual wine he had hidden, "Master, please spare my life..."

Chu Ziyu jumped onto the beam with the wine jug in hand, crossed his legs, and began to count the spoils: "Three jugs of thousand-year-old spiritual essence, two pieces of ten-thousand-year-old black iron..."

(Outside the tower)

The disciples guarding the tower watched in horror as Mingyu Zhenren, the lord of Yaofeng who was always known for his gentleness, grabbed Xuanxiao Xianzun by the collar and punched his frosty face.

“I said it three hundred years ago!”

Mingyu's peach blossom eyes, which always smiled, were now burning with anger. The jade hairpin that bound her hair had shattered in the fight, and her long black hair, mixed with the scent of medicine, danced wildly in the wind. "You stubborn guy, you will kill Ziyu sooner or later!"

Xuan Xiao's head was tilted by the punch, and blood oozed from the corner of his lips, but he rarely fought back.

"Mingyu..."

He had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by another punch in the face.

"Shut up!"

Mingyu tugged at Xuanxiao's clothes and roared, the red line on her wrist flashing violently, "You failed to protect him in front of the Demon Locking Tower, and now you want to send him in with your own hands?!"

The voice was choked.

Elder Cao of the Discipline Hall, who was standing nearby, was suddenly hit in the chest by a green light and took a step back.

“And you!”

Mingyu turned around, the lingering effect of the attack spell still lingering on her fingertips. "Old bastard, are you satisfied now? Hurry and prepare for me. If you stay for more than a day, I'll destroy your Discipline Hall."

He took a step forward with each word he spoke, a faint blue spiritual fire igniting from the hem of his medicine robe. "Do you really think I'm called the Medicine Immortal for nothing?!"

Xuan Xiao finally raised his hand and grasped Mingyu's trembling wrist: "Enough..."

He rubbed his thumb gently, "We both know Ziyu's personality..."

“I know it all too well!”

Mingyu suddenly collapsed to the ground, feeling deflated. The Nine-Turn Resurrection Grass she had carefully cultivated was thrown aside carelessly. "That kid... always swallows his bitterness..."

Xuan Xiao bent down to pick up the hairpin that had fallen to the ground, and expertly tied his hair. "The soul examination will begin tomorrow, and I will personally go to the tower to pick him up."

Mingyu glared at him with red eyes: "If even one hair is missing..."

"I'll extract my sword bone and use it as medicine for you."

Xuan Xiao responded very naturally, as if he had said this sentence a thousand times.

Under Mingyu's encouragement, everyone in the sect began to set up the altar and formation, and completed the preparations in just one night.

At the first light of dawn, on the Questioning Platform, the twelve peak masters stood solemnly in their positions as Tiangang, their robes rustling in the biting mountain breeze.

The stone platform at the highest point of the sect is made entirely of soul-calming stones. The ancient runes engraved on the platform light up one by one under the stimulation of spiritual power, like a galaxy awakening.

"Start the formation!"

Following the order from the Discipline Elder, twelve pillars of spiritual light shot up into the sky, interweaving into a complex "Soul Testing Array" above the Platform of Inquiry.

Xuan Xiao's wide sleeves fluttered, his fingertips condensed with his innate true essence of the Spirit Transformation Stage, and he sketched the "True Spirit Soul-Locking Talisman" at the center of the formation stroke by stroke.

Every stroke of the pen caused the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to vibrate - this was to ensure that the soul-testing process was not disturbed in the slightest.

(Inside the tower)

After Chu Ziyu had completely looted the ninth floor, he finally clapped his hands in satisfaction.

He casually used the inner demon as a rag to wipe his bloody claws: "What happened today——"

"I didn't see anything!"

The inner demon immediately swore to the sky.

"good."

Chu Ziyu rubbed the inner demon's head, turned and walked towards the stairs leading to the third floor.

With every step he took, he got another scar on his body; when he returned to the Heart Refining Prison, he turned back into the dying cat demon.

He skillfully hung himself back on the chain, not forgetting to wipe some blood from the corner of his mouth: "6872, is it time?"