86: Chapter 86 Subjugation

The young man trembled all over, his fingers shaking as he pointed at you in mid-air, his lips moving for a long time, but he could not spit out a single word.

"Hehe~ Since this concubine is so much like your cultivation partner."

You looked at him with curved eyebrows, returning to your previous gentle appearance, and shook the blood-red bead in your hand.

"Then can big brother tell this humble one how to use this item?"

"In your dreams!"

The young man gritted his teeth as he spat out two words, his eyes bloodshot.

"Must you be so heartless?"

The kind-hearted you still wanted to fight for a path of survival for him.

"Heh!"

The young man sneered, about to open his mouth to mock you, when he suddenly felt the top of his head darken as a giant palm condensed from spiritual Qi slammed down fiercely.

"Boom!"

Without any exception, before he even had time to let out a scream, he was turned into a pool of bloody mud embedded in the ground.

"Gulp~"

Han Xuan at the side rolled his Adam's apple slightly, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his temple.

Unexpectedly, the little girl who looked the most harmless to humans and animals in the entire team actually turned out to be the most deeply hidden ruthless character; he was still not cautious enough.

Han Xuan felt bitter in his heart, and just as he was secretly thinking that his life was over, a wisp of faint fragrance suddenly invaded the tip of his nose.

He looked up and saw a pair of flawless bare feet suspended not far in front of him.

Under the moonlight, the woman's originally ordinary face suddenly transformed.

Her exquisite and glamorous face was as cold and aloof as an immortal exiled from the Moon Palace, yet also like a soul-captivating female demon who had fallen into the mortal world.

Han Xuan considered himself a cultivation practitioner with a firm Dao heart, but at this moment, the drum-like heartbeat in his chest was exceptionally clear.

He hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look anymore.

"Why do you not dare to look at me?"

Your chuckle came over, causing Han Xuan to involuntarily take a step back, but his reddened ear tips still betrayed his emotions.

Looking at the dispersing wisps of mist, you secretly thought to yourself as expected.

After probing for such a long time, you found that the subjects capable of producing this emotion mist were extremely rare.

Looking at the massive spiritual power mist swirling within your inner world, you finally understood why this talent was only red.

"Hurry up and stop the Dharma seal, this seat's ghost servant is about to be drained dry by you."

You looked at the increasingly weak blood-red figure and said indifferently.

As a qualified cultivation practitioner, when facing strong and unknown opponents, one naturally needs to show weakness to the enemy and be extremely cautious.

But once you encounter a younger generation who can be easily handled, you should strike heavily without hesitation.

If it were not for the fact that keeping the other party was still useful, you would have already taken action to seize that seal.

"Ah? Oh..."

Seeing that you actually did not make a move against him, Han Xuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately formed hand seals to stop extracting the Yin Qi.

"This thing of yours is not bad."

You looked at him with a half-smile.

"Cough cough cough~"

Han Xuan choked abruptly, squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Senior, this item is called the Azure Lightning Seal, a secret treasure specialized in subduing Yin evil. If Senior likes it..."

He gritted his teeth and continued with an expression of great distress:

"Please allow me to first cure the poison on my younger sister before offering it up."

"Oh? What poison is your sister afflicted with?"

You gently waved your hand, and the carriage instantly exploded.

The young girl, still in a coma, furrowed her brows tightly, her cheeks flushed with an abnormal redness.

Han Xuan's expression changed, and seeing that you had no intention of continuing to attack, he immediately spoke respectfully:

"Senior, my younger sister accidentally ingested a spiritual object called the Water of Yang Nightmare. This item is not a pure poison, but is condensed in an extremely yang and fierce place."

"After a woman consumes it, the Yin Qi in her body will be completely devoured, and the Yang fire will backlash her meridians. Mild cases lead to mental confusion, while severe cases lead to the dissipation of vitality and death by burning."

"That ghost creature is the purpose of your trip?"

You finally understood why this kid was so thoroughly prepared; it turned out he had planned it long ago, and the abnormalities along this journey could now be explained.

"Indeed. The Water of Yang Nightmare can only be expelled by using extremely Yin and cold spiritual objects, or by flushing the meridians with even more tyrannical Yin Qi."

Han Xuan constantly sized up your expression and replied cautiously.

"You just said women consume it, what about men?"

"Uh..."

Han Xuan's old face suddenly blushed, and he whispered:

"Enhance... dual cultivation ability."

"！！！"

Your heart skipped a beat, there was actually such an evil thing!

"Are there any left?"

You asked with a calm expression.

"There are still some."

"Hand it over!"

"Junior, you cannot handle this item."

Han Xuan gave you a weird look, ultimately not daring to say much, and silently took out a palm-sized jade bottle filled with a crimson liquid like magma.

You unceremoniously raised your hand to summon it, storing it into the system space.

Immediately afterward, your gaze leisurely fell upon the collapsed red-clothed figure on the ground.

Toying with the red bead in your hand, you slowly landed in front of it.

"Roar..."

Seemingly sensing the aura of a living person, the ghost creature let out a low roar, wanting to pounce forward, but fell to the ground again.

"Acknowledge this seat as master, otherwise your soul will be scattered and destroyed."

You were not planning to use this bead to suppress it.

That young man was only a Qi Condensation cultivator, so he naturally needed external objects to control ghosts, but as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, you could choose to directly forge a master-servant contract with it.

"Roar!"

The ghost creature did not buy it at all, just blindly roaring lowly at you.

"Kid, blast it once."

You looked at Han Xuan following not far away.

"Ah?"

"Hmm?"

"Okay..."

"Zhi la——!"

A cyan thunderbolt fell from the cyan seal in mid-air, precisely blasting onto the dying ghost creature.

"Ah！！!"

The scream was surprisingly full of breath; it was clear that it really hurt.

"How about it? Do you acknowledge your master?"

You squatted in front of it, watching with great interest as its originally turbid pupils seemed to clear up a bit.

"Roar!"

"Zhi la——!"

"Ao！！!"

After repeating this several times, before you even spoke, the ghost creature did not say another word.

A faint light suddenly split open between its brows, and a pitch-black soul seal filled with a chilling aura darted out, suspending in front of you.

You could feel the resentment and violence within it, but it was indeed the other party's origin aura.

Hesitating for a moment, you raised your hand to guide the soul seal into the center of your brows.

In an instant, the tidal-like chilly resentment exploded, rushing straight towards your divine soul.

Your brows slightly furrowed, but before you could mobilize the power of your divine sense to suppress it, that drop of golden blood bead suspended in your inner world slightly vibrated.

In a split second, all the violent resentment was crushed as if by heavenly might, instantly dissipating.

A moment later, your sea of consciousness returned to tranquility, with only a trace of a docile soul seal quietly attaching to a corner of your sea of consciousness.

You could feel that a single thought from you now could determine the life and death of this ghost creature.

The monstrous fierce aura in the ghost creature's eyes instantly dissipated, and with a thud, it prostrated itself on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

Immediately following, a timid voice resounded at the edge of your sea of consciousness:

"Mas... Master~"

"..."