After swallowing the Yuanquan in his mouth, Xiang Sheng's true essence recovery speed immediately increased a lot.
Seeing that the middle-aged cultivator not far away was still on guard and had not yet discovered the flaw, she did not rush to take action. She took out a detoxification pill wrapped in Yuanquan and handed it to Wei Lesheng.
The existence of Yuanquan cannot be revealed, so she hollowed out the inside of the elixir and wrapped it with danpi.
This pill was originally prepared for Jiang Yi, but unexpectedly it was used on Wei Lesheng first.
Wei Lesheng was shaky. Seeing the pill being handed to him, he immediately showed a bitter expression and shook his head to refuse. "The Blood Poison Immortal used his body to feed the poison, so ordinary detoxification pills are unlikely to work. I appreciate your kindness, Senior."
Xiang Sheng didn't withdraw his hand, but instead extended it closer, "Try it."
Wei Lesheng was silent for a moment, and finally took the pill and put it into his mouth. The danpi melted as soon as he entered his mouth, and the Yuanquan wrapped in it immediately turned into a hot stream that flowed down his throat into his meridians. Wherever it passed, the blood poison was dissolved.
Wei Lesheng's dark complexion turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was delighted and immediately sat down cross-legged to heal his wounds.
When the middle-aged monk saw this scene, his face became even gloomier.
Although he is stronger than the Blood Poison Immortal, he can definitely not kill the Blood Poison Immortal with one sword like the Supreme of Wanjian Sect.
One Taishang of Wanjian Sect was enough for him to deal with, and now Wei Lesheng's injuries were recovering rapidly. If he fought one against two, he would have no chance of survival.
Thinking of this, he simply thumped to his knees, threw away the long sword in his hand, and shouted: "Grand Senior, I am willing to surrender! I am the fourth guardian of the Demon Palace and know a lot. As long as you don't kill me, I will tell you everything I know!"
Xiang Sheng raised an eyebrow in surprise. She hadn't expected this man to be so timid and frightened like this. However, his surrender was a pleasant surprise.
Xiang Sheng raised the corner of his lips and slowly walked up to the middle-aged monk. He said in a light tone, "You do know how to protect yourself, but just talking to me is not enough to convince me that you have switched sides."
"I have never thought of deceiving you, Senior."
The middle-aged monk's forehead was covered with sweat. He suddenly gritted his teeth, pointed a finger at his brow, and drew out a drop of pale golden blood. "I am willing to offer my soul and blood!"
Xiang Sheng stretched out his hand and the soul blood fell into his palm.
She knew this thing. It was a common method used by demonic cultivators to control people. As long as she refined the soul and blood, the life and death of the middle-aged cultivator would be in her hands.
If the middle-aged cultivator does something disobedient in the future, she only needs to destroy his soul and blood with a thought, and he will die instantly.
However, if this person is really afraid of death, he should be extremely nervous when offering his soul and blood at this moment. His emotions... are too calm.
The middle-aged monk knelt on the ground, but his drooping face did not show any fear. Instead, he revealed a smile of success.
He had a fortuitous encounter long ago and learned a secret technique, which allowed him to refine fake soul blood that was indistinguishable from the real thing.
Back then, he relied on this secret method to deceive the Lord of the Demon Palace and became the only guardian of the Demon Palace whose life and death were not under the control of the Lord.
Even the Lord of the Demon Palace was deceived, let alone the Supreme Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who knew very little about demon cultivation.
After using this method to gain the trust of the Supreme Master of Wanjian Sect, he might be able to achieve great merit, and it is not impossible for him to become the deputy hall master in the future.
The middle-aged monk was immersed in beautiful fantasies when he suddenly heard a loud explosion above his head.
He was stunned for a moment, and his face changed drastically.
Soul blood, shattered? !
Xiang Sheng pinched the golden bloodstains on his fingertips, glanced at the middle-aged monk who was kneeling in front of him, still safe and sound, and said in a colder tone: "Is this what you mean by... never lying?"
The middle-aged monk shuddered, and without saying a word, he slapped the ground to kick up dust, then stepped backward and turned into a blood-red light as he rushed towards the barrier.
He heard a cold snort from behind, and golden lines flashed on the surface of the barrier, greatly enhancing its defensive power. The middle-aged monk bumped into it head-on, but failed to break it. Instead, he was knocked far away, spitting out a mouthful of blood and falling dizzy.
He scrambled to his feet, staring in horror at the surrounding walls. What kind of barrier was this? How could even the forbidden blood escape technique not be able to penetrate it?!
The last glimmer of hope in his heart was extinguished. The middle-aged monk took a deep breath, turned around and saw Xiang Sheng, who still had an expressionless face. His face suddenly froze.
He struggled for a moment, then slowly knelt down in front of Sheng.
This kneeling seemed to break the last bit of his heart, and the action was much more refreshing than before.
He pulled out another drop of soul blood, held it high with both hands, lowered his head so that his forehead almost touched the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "I am terrified. I hope that Master will forgive my sins and trust me once more!"
This time, it’s real soul blood.
This Supreme Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect uncovered a scam that even the Demon Palace Master couldn't see through. His methods of restraint were even more mysterious, no less powerful than those of the Palace Master.
More importantly, apart from death, the only option for him at this moment is to acknowledge his master!
Xiang Sheng did not respond, nor did he take the soul blood, but just watched indifferently.
The fourth guardian of the Demon Palace, a cultivator at the peak of the Jindan stage, just knelt there, not daring to move. The longer he waited, the more anxious he became, and his body trembled like a sieve.
At the moment when he was about to be overwhelmed by fear, Xiang Sheng finally picked up the soul blood and refined it with a thought.
The middle-aged monk sensed the change and felt as if he had been pardoned. "Thank you, Master, for not killing me!"
"Get up."
Xiang Sheng asked calmly, "What's your name?"
"My lord, my last name is Kui and my given name is Yuan."
He nodded to Xiang Sheng and said, "You don't have to call yourself a slave in the future. If you follow me loyally, I will not treat you unfairly."
Kui Yuan felt much better after hearing this, and he expressed his gratitude repeatedly: "Thank you, Master."
"Who is this?"
Xiang Sheng pointed to the piece of flesh still being painstakingly pieced together on the ground, and Kui Yuan quickly replied, "This man's name is Qing Liao, and he's the Eighth Protector of the Demon Palace. His strength is only average among his peers, and he secured his position as the Eighth Protector by relying on the art of flesh and blood regeneration."
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