Within You Rongqingyan's body, fine black lines, like forked strands of hair, spread throughout the major meridians, much like the roots of a tree, deeply embedded in the inner walls of the meridians.
Following the thin black line upwards, all the way to the heart at the end, there was a terrifying thing that looked like a tumor, completely enveloping You Rong Qingyan's heart, as if it were parasitic on it, slowly wriggling with each heartbeat.
Sizzle!
At the ends of the black threads, the Netherworld Fire, which You Rong Qingyan had divided into lines, meandered along the meridians. Under You Rong Qingyan's control and refinement, the forked black threads melted and retreated rapidly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, continuously shrinking backward.
Time passed slowly.
You Rongqing swallowed the black fire mouthful by mouthful, carefully channeling it into the meridians tainted by the toxic roots, refining them one by one.
After these malignant roots were refined, they did not disappear into thin air, but were transformed into pure spiritual energy, imperceptibly enhancing Rong Qingyan's cultivation.
This tumor grew by devouring her spiritual power, and every root contained a great deal of her spiritual power. Now that she has refined it, it will naturally produce a feedback effect.
Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Rong Qingyan's forehead. More than an hour of refining had taken a toll on her, but fortunately, the results were very good. Apart from the source of the tumor in her heart, the roots of the tumors in other parts of her body had been completely cleared away.
"As expected of a spirit fire, it allows me to control it so freely and effortlessly, yet it still possesses the power of a Venerable."
You Rongqingyan was full of admiration. If it were the true fire of a certain Venerable One, how could it be controlled so smoothly? Even if it could refine those roots, it would probably burn her meridians to a mess.
The Spirit Fire deserves immense credit for achieving such results!
With renewed vigor, You Rongqingyan prepared to go all out and completely eradicate this malignant tumor that had plagued her for more than ten years.
At that moment, You Rongqing swallowed another mouthful of spiritual fire, and then launched an attack on the source of the tumor in her heart.
Sizzle!
On the surface of the black tumor, wisps of black flame spread, and as Rong Qingyan refined it, the black tumor began to gradually shrink.
Seeing the tumor shrinking and gradually revealing the original shape of the heart, You Rongqingyan felt extremely happy. For the first time, she felt that eradicating the tumor was so simple. If she had had the help of this spiritual fire back then, how could she have been poisoned by that witch's underhanded tricks before she died?
"Yao Yanhong, once I eradicate this cancer of yours, it will be the day your son Ye Chen dies!"
You Rongqingyan sneered inwardly and continued to refine the remaining malignant tumor parasitizing her heart.
However, Rong Qingyan was unaware that while she was refining the tumor, a divine soul that was interdependent with the tumor was wailing in pain within it. That soul was none other than a woman with a bewitching appearance and a youthful face.
"Where did this lowly maidservant find this spiritual fire?!"
"No! I can't let her succeed!"
"If you want to destroy me, then don't blame me for taking over your body beforehand!"
Seeing that the tumor was about to be completely refined, a sinister glint flashed in the eyes of the divine soul woman. Taking advantage of You Rong Qingyan's distraction as she was about to swallow the spiritual fire, she suddenly rushed out of the tumor, rushed to You Rong Qingyan's body, and revealed her divine soul form in mid-air beside You Rong Qingyan.
"Yao Yanhong?!"
This sudden change startled You Rong Qingyan. The moment she saw the woman with the divine soul, she instinctively tried to react.
However, Yao Yanhong struck first, instantly unleashing a soul-stealing technique to forcibly control You Rong Qingyan's soul.
As Rong Qingyan's soul was taken over, her body stiffened instantly, and her pupils became hollow.
"mother!"
Who are you?!
This scene caused the three sisters, Rong Hanyou, to change color. Seeing that their mother had encountered a mishap, they did not bother to understand what had happened and urged their spiritual power to attack Yao Yanhong.
"Behave yourself!"
Yao Yanhong casually raised her hand, and instantly a terrifying pressure as large as a mountain descended, pressing the three sisters Rong Hanyou and Chi Yuan to the ground, unable to move.
Having eliminated the threat from the four, Yao Yanhong looked at You Rong Qingyan with a relaxed expression and chuckled smugly, "You lowly servant, you didn't expect me to still be alive, did you? Thanks to you, my soul has reached the peak of the Spirit Sect realm under your nourishment over the years."
"Originally, considering your contribution in nourishing my soul, I wanted to let you live a few more years so that I could take over your body when you were weak after you broke through to the Spirit Venerable realm. But I never expected that you would actually find spiritual fire and refine the Blood Prison Nether Gu that nourished me. Isn't this forcing me to take over your body prematurely?"
"Just because...just because you think you can possess me?"
A struggle flashed in You Rong Qingyan's eyes. She struggled to break free from Yao Yanhong's control over her soul-stealing technique and barely regained control of her head. She raised her head with difficulty, stared intently at Yao Yanhong's soul, and gritted her teeth as she said, "I clearly destroyed your soul along with yours back then, so why does your soul still exist?"
"Tsk, this is all thanks to the Supreme Soul Splitting Technique created by my ancestor. It can split multiple souls from the main soul. As long as the souls are not destroyed, they can survive independently even if the main soul is destroyed. Back then, I attached my souls to the Blood Prison Nether Gu, which is why I was able to avoid being completely annihilated by you."
Yao Yanhong's voice grew colder and colder, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared fiercely at You Rong Qingyan, saying, "You vile servant, you killed my husband and destroyed my body. Today, I will take your body and destroy your soul!"
"The Curse of the Fallen God!"
Yao Yanhong cast a series of hand seals, and suddenly a cold wind howled in the room. A huge ghost head filled with black energy and resentment gathered and emerged. Yao Yanhong pointed at the air, and the ghost head opened its mouth and let out a silent shriek before crashing into Rong Qingyan's head.
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