System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

Seeing that Nalan Fengming seemed to have understood something and was extremely terrified, Chen Xuan stopped talking nonsense, gritted his teeth, made a hand seal with his right hand, and immediately a cold purple rune appeared on his fingertip. He pointed it directly at Nalan Fengming's brow and said coldly, "Soul Devouring Curse."

"Ah... No, no, no, I was wrong!"

The moment the Soul-Devouring Curse was planted, Nalan Fengming's originally fair and delicate skin suddenly developed veins resembling a purple spider web, flickering in and out.

But this was only the external torment. What was even more terrifying was that every time the purple spider web flickered, a wisp of her soul would be devoured, and the pain during this time was indescribable.

The saying goes, "dripping water kills, a dull knife slowly erodes the soul," which is arguably the quickest way to die compared to the Soul-Eating Curse that gradually erodes and steals the soul.

"Yes, the Soul-Devouring Curse! You actually planted the Soul-Devouring Curse on my sister! Who are you?!" Nalan Junze roared at Chen Xuan with bloodshot eyes as he saw his little sister screaming and begging for mercy while incontinent.

"Who are you? Why are you treating the Nalan clan like this? We have never seen you before, and we have never provoked you!!" Nalan Yuze shouted, glaring at Chen Xuan with intense hatred.

Ignoring Nalan Fengming, who was bound by chains and struggling with pitiful cries, Chen Xuan turned to the two Nalan brothers, who were furious and almost going mad, and slowly asked, "Do you recognize this?"

"Whoosh—"

Chen Xuan opened his jade-shaped folding fan and held up the Dragon and Tiger Exorcising Evil Diagram to the two of them.

“This…this folding fan…” Nalan Junze instantly realized, staring wide-eyed at Chen Xuan in disbelief, “You are hers…hers…”

"No, how is this possible? That indigenous tribe is weak, how could they possibly produce such a powerful cultivator!"

Chen Xuan's eyes reddened as he looked at the jade folding fan in his hand. "This folding fan is a protective magic weapon that I personally crafted for my disciple. It is called the Yin Yang Free and Easy Fan!"

"Impossible!" Nalan Junze's face turned pale, and he stared at Chen Xuan with eyes full of hatred. His little sister's memories had been forcibly retrieved, and he naturally knew the fate of the white dragon. How could such a blood feud be resolved peacefully?

“How is this possible?! Apart from that carp demon, that tribe has almost no cultivators. How could you possibly be a member of that tribe?” Nalan Junze roared at Chen Xuan in fear.

"Hahahaha!!!" Chen Xuan laughed wildly, tears streaming down his face. Then he roared, "You Nalan clan captured my Linglong disciple, skinned him, pulled out his tendons, searched his soul, bound him and tortured him day and night with the Dragon Pillar True Fire, and even killed millions of my clansmen!"

"Nalan clan, I, Chen Xuan, swear that I will annihilate your entire clan!"

"Come here." Chen Xuan suppressed his killing intent, and with a wave of his hand, the Soul-Seizing Chains tightened, forcibly pulling the two people in front of him. Chen Xuan then grabbed one of them by the neck. "Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. Whatever torture my disciple suffered in your Nalan clan, I will make you pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold, to your Nalan clan members!"

"Soul-eating curse!"

"Ah... Chen Xuan, how dare you treat us like this! My tribe's Celestial Ancestor will surely annihilate your entire clan!"

"Chen Xuan, your disciple stole our tribe's most precious treasure! Not only do you refuse to apologize and compensate us, but you also torture us like this! This feud is irreconcilable, and we will never let this grudge be settled!"

"Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan—you will die a horrible death!!!"

It must be said that, apart from Nalan Fengming and being driven mad by the Soul Devouring Curse, Nalan Junze and the other two were still able to maintain a sliver of clarity and roar threats.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan waved his hand and the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion appeared. He coldly said, "Your tribe is incompetent. You were unaware that your ancestral land had been set up with a teleportation array. My disciple only accidentally triggered the array and then obtained that precious liquid. That was her fortune, but it was also her calamity. But that is not a reason for you to slaughter my millions of people!"

"Rest assured, however many of my people die, your Nalan clan will have to pay double the price!"

With a swift movement, Chen Xuan directly suppressed the three of them into the prison of the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion.

Such a sharp and ruthless move—searching the soul, planting the Soul-Devouring Curse, then suppressing and capturing—was executed in one fell swoop, sending chills down the spines of the surrounding cultivators who were watching. Some who were timid and fearful of the Soul-Devouring Curse quickly moved away, afraid that this god of death would take his anger out on them.