161: Chapter 160 Capturing Ao Debiao Alive

Xiao Ye took a deep breath. He held the taihuang sword horizontally in front of him; the blade shone with brilliant golden light, and his Sword Intent soared into the sky.

He prepared to take this saber strike head-on—after all, with his Death God Undying Body, he could come back to life even if he died.

But this time, his purpose in coming here was not to defeat Ao Debiao.

Winning was boring; what he wanted was to capture this wolf.

His left hand quietly reached for the demon refining pot at his waist. The mouth of the pot opened slightly, and an invisible suction force quietly spread out, aiming straight at Ao Debiao.

The corners of Xiao Ye's mouth curled up slightly—'Stupid wolf, do you think I am still the same Xiao Ye as I was last month?'

'I didn't come here this time intending to have a fair duel with you.'

The silver saber light slashed down. Xiao Ye raised his sword to block, but he was sent flying backward by the impact. His chest was torn open by the Saber Qi, and blood sprayed out.

He climbed up from the snow, spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, and grinned.

"It's my turn."

The demon refining pot suddenly lit up, and a terrifying suction force erupted, enveloping Ao Debiao within it.

The Wolf Race Saint's expression changed drastically. He felt the spiritual energy within his body leaking out frantically, and his body flew uncontrollably toward the mouth of the pot.

"What is this?!" He struggled to retreat, but found that the suction force was getting stronger and stronger, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped his soul, and he couldn't break free at all.

"The demon refining pot, specifically made to capture Yao like you." Xiao Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Be good and go inside. I will 'refine' you properly."

"Despicable!" Ao Debiao cursed furiously, desperately urging his spiritual energy to resist. But the sword strike Xiao Ye had landed earlier had already left a wound on his body, and blood was gushing out continuously—the existence of the wound made the suction of the demon refining pot even more powerful.

In the sky, the Great Black Bear King heard Ao Debiao's roar and wanted to pull away to rescue him, but he was forced back by a palm strike from Shaoyao. Shaoyao spoke coldly: "Your opponent is me."

The Great Black Bear King gritted his teeth and could only continue to tangle with Shaoyao. Seeing out of the corner of his eye that Ao Debiao was being sucked into the demon refining pot, he roared in anxiety, but there was nothing he could do.

"No!" Ao Debiao let out a roar of unwillingness, and his entire body was sucked into the demon refining pot.

The mouth of the pot closed automatically. The body of the pot shook violently for a few moments before returning to calm.

Xiao Ye put away the demon refining pot, patted the dust off it, and let out a long breath: "Done."

He looked up at the Great Black Bear King, who was still tangling with Shaoyao in the air, and shouted with a smile: "Hey, he's already been captured by me. Are you still fighting?"

The Great Black Bear King's face turned livid. He hadn't expected this Ao Debiao to be so weak, actually getting captured by a human with a lower Realm than himself.

He could only feint a move and retreat. There was no point in continuing the fight; he had to go back to bring reinforcements.

He fled without looking back, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

He only left behind the words, "Just you wait!"

Shaoyao didn't pursue him either. She flew down to Xiao Ye's side and looked him up and down: "Are you okay?"

"I'm not okay." Xiao Ye covered a bleeding wound, his expression pained and exaggerated. "I have sustained serious injuries and need to recuperate properly. You will serve me in my bed tonight."

Shaoyao glanced at him expressionlessly: "Didn't you just capture that wolf? Refine it, and any injury will be healed."

Xiao Ye thought about it and felt it made sense. He took out the demon refining pot, sat cross-legged, and began to refine Ao Debiao.

From inside the pot came the angry roars and thumping sounds of the Silver Moon Celestial Wolf. The pot vibrated violently, but it soon gradually calmed down.

A surge of majestic spiritual energy flowed out from the pot, surging into his Meridians along Xiao Ye's arm, impacting every acupoint in his body. A warm current flowed through his whole body, and his wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Half an hour later, Xiao Ye opened his eyes and let out a long breath. His aura was much stronger than before.

"Soul Transformation, seventh level." He clenched his fist, feeling the surging spiritual energy within him, and the corners of his mouth slowly spread into a grin. "A Void Refining Peak wolf cub is truly a good thing—I've already leveled up by one small Realm before even fully refining it."

Inside the demon refining pot, most of Ao Debiao's spiritual energy had been refined, leaving only a withered husk.

The Silver Moon Celestial Wolf's golden vertical pupils lost their luster, and his body curled into a ball. There was no trace of the Saint's majesty left; he looked just like a lemon that had been squeezed dry.

Xiao Ye still had use for him, so he didn't intend to suck him dry.

He stood up, brushed the snow off his robes, and waved his hand: "Let's go, back to the palace. We'll celebrate tonight."

In the distance, on the snow-covered ground of the Luoxia Mountain Range, only a few deep pits and a mess remained.

The Young Lord of the Silver Moon Celestial Wolf clan, the Saint of the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land, had disappeared into the demon refining pot just like that.

News traveled back to the Heavenly Demon Sacred Land, and the Yao Race was shaken.

The Great Black Bear King knelt in the great hall, bowing his head, trembling all over, not daring to look at the tall figure on the main seat.

"Ao Debiao... was captured by that human?" An old and majestic voice came from the main seat, carrying a hint of disbelief.

"Yes... this subordinate is incompetent..." The Great Black Bear King pressed his forehead against the cold floor, his voice trembling.

"Trash." The figure let out a cold snort. The Great Black Bear King was sent flying by an invisible force, slamming into a palace pillar and vomiting blood.

"Send word to the Tianji Holy Land for me—hand over Ao Debiao, or else we go to full-scale war."

"Yes..."

The great hall fell into silence. In the distance, in the rainforest of the Southern Border, countless eyes flickered in the darkness, restless and ready to move.

Meanwhile, in the Great Qian Imperial Palace, Xiao Ye was sitting in the Imperial Study, playing with the demon refining pot, a satisfied smile hanging on his lips.

The three hundred and sixty-five small goals hadn't been completed yet, but at least he now had another way to improve his cultivation—refining Yao, refining them until the world was turned upside down.

"Li Fu!"

"Master, I am here!" Li Fu trotted in, his face full of smiles.

"Pass on my imperial decree: all immortal sects within the Great Qian territory are to continue exterminating Yao. Those who kill many Yao will be rewarded with spirit ascension pills and Magic Treasures."

Li Fu acknowledged the order and turned to run and pass it on.

Xiao Ye leaned back on the Dragon Throne, crossed his legs, and gazed at the sunset outside the window, the corners of his mouth slowly spreading into a grin.

"Yao Race, you had better pray that you don't meet me on the battlefield."

A-Diao squatted on the windowsill and chirped, spitting out a string of sparks, seemingly asking: 'Big Daddy, are we celebrating tonight or not? Is the roasted whole lamb still happening?'

Xiao Ye glanced at it: "It's happening. We'll roast two tonight—one for celebration, and one for tomorrow's breakfast."

A-Diao wagged its tail with satisfaction and chirped again.