One person: I, Daoist Master, am a cultivator of immortality!

With Yue Qiluo's full effort, the cloud formed by the paper figure moved faster than a motorcycle. The journey there took them almost half an hour, but the return trip only took the time it takes to drink a bowl of tea.

After they returned to the inn, Sun Yao put Wuxin on the bed, while he and Yue Qiluo sat down on a grand chair and drank tea.

"Ah Yao, is this the person you're looking for? I don't see anything different about him, he's just a little monk."

"Don't underestimate this Wuxin; he's incredibly mysterious. His blood is naturally resistant to evil; any evil thing that comes into contact with his blood will be instantly burned. Even the secret chamber that sealed you will collapse immediately if it comes into contact with his blood. Moreover, he is immortal; even if you kill him, he can regrow as long as a trace of his tissue remains. Most importantly, he has no heart, yet he is immortal and ageless."

"What! Immortality? Immortality? You mean his physical body is indestructible?"

"That's true, his physical body is indestructible. But what's even stranger is that although his physical body is indestructible, he doesn't have any powerful strength. Apart from some martial arts skills, his main strength comes from his demon-exorcising blood."

"Exorcist blood? Now that you mention it, this person is quite effective against me."

“That’s true. Although your body is that of a mortal, it has undoubtedly been corrupted by evil energy. Even if you now switch to the Qi Refining Technique I gave you, it’s too early to dispel the evil energy in your body. If you get tainted with Wuxin’s blood, there will definitely be problems. So I don’t recommend that you be present next, because I need to take some of Wuxin’s blood and tissue for research.”

As Sun Yao spoke, he flicked his sleeve and opened the door to the inn. At the same time, the door to the room opposite his also opened. Clearly, he had booked a room there long ago, and this room was reserved for Yue Qiluo.

"Alright then, but if you have any research findings, you must tell me. I'm becoming more and more curious about this little monk."

"Qiluo, you must remember never to talk about being curious about another man in front of your husband, otherwise I will get jealous. I've never been petty, and I usually settle scores on the spot."

As Sun Yao spoke, he approached Wuxin's bedside. He took out a small knife from his sleeve and swiftly chopped off one of Wuxin's fingers. Strangely, though the finger was severed, no blood flowed.

Sun Yao picked up Wuxin's finger and began to study it, but after careful examination, he found nothing unusual. So he decided to try a different approach. He infused the finger with spiritual energy and discovered that the blood within it possessed a unique yang energy. This might be the key reason why Wuxin's blood could subdue evil spirits; after all, evil spirits are yin in nature, and yang energy is the most effective way to suppress them.

However, Sun Yao couldn't be completely certain based on this alone. After a moment of contemplation with his eyes closed, he suddenly opened them. The next second, he placed Wuxin's finger between his hands. Immediately, flames erupted from his hands—this was the Heaven and Earth Furnace Technique. He intended to use this technique to refine Wuxin's finger into its most basic form, or more precisely, to transform it into the purest life energy, to see what kind of power it contained within him.

Sun Yao's Heaven and Earth Furnace wouldn't have taken long to refine even a six-winged centipede, let alone a mere finger of Wuxin's. In less than half an incense stick's time, Sun Yao had successfully refined the finger. However, the finger didn't transform into the purest life energy as he had imagined; instead, he refined it into a drop of purplish-gold blood. No, could this even be called a drop? It didn't even reach the level of a drop.

Looking at the blood floating in his palm, Sun Yao then looked at Wuxin on the bed. He thought of something unlikely, but it was probably the only explanation. The only explanation for why one of Wuxin's fingers had been refined into less than a drop of blood, the only explanation for why Wuxin was immortal and had no heart. That was, Wuxin was the embodiment of a drop of blood left behind in the mortal world by some powerful being.

However, this is just speculation, and to verify it, more of Wuxin's essence needs to be refined. Sun Yao wasn't sure whether to refine Wuxin for his own conjecture. But putting aside the question of whether to refine him for now, sealing him was the only real possibility. If he woke up, he might escape unnoticed. Sun Yao raised his hand, intending to draw sealing talismans and soul-locking talismans on Wuxin's body, but unexpectedly, neither talisman could be imprinted on him. It seemed likely due to the blood.

Since there's no way to imprison him, Sun Yao now only has two options. First, refine him into blood; this blood would undoubtedly be of great benefit to Sun Yao. Second, release him and gamble on whether he'll forgive him for cutting off one of his fingers.

Therefore, it's obvious. Sun Yao couldn't possibly entrust his fate to someone else; his only option was to refine Wuxin.

Without further ado, he actually used his spiritual energy to manipulate Wuxin's body and levitate it in mid-air. The next second, a flaming furnace suddenly appeared in the entire room. This was the Heaven and Earth Furnace that he activated with all his might. Not to mention Wuxin's physical body, even Nine-Turn Iron would turn into molten iron in an instant under such a Heaven and Earth Furnace.

But something surprising happened: the heartless body actually withstood the furnace of heaven and earth for a full quarter of an hour without completely melting. Upon seeing this, Sun Yao immediately increased the flow of spiritual energy once again, even swallowing the small yellow pills he used to replenish spiritual energy in times of crisis.

The effects of the Little Yellow Pill were quite noticeable; the spiritual energy he unleashed immediately increased. The power of the Heaven and Earth Furnace also increased, and in the blink of an eye, Wuxin transformed into a drop of purple-gold blood within the Heaven and Earth Furnace.

"Purple-gold blood? Could it be divine blood? I've never heard of the blood of ancestors being purple-gold. However, innate deities might possess some mystical abilities, and their blood might exhibit this purple-gold hue. Oh well, never mind. Whether it's from an immortal or an innate deity, this drop of blood is extremely useful to me. But if I leave it to exist in this form, will it evolve into another Wuxin? Forget it, I'll refine it."