50: Chapter 50 Refining Spirit Technique

"Little Jun, I'll go down and take a look first. You wait a while before coming down!"

Feng Xiaomei instructed Yang Juncheng, then walked along the underground passage toward the underground prison.

Hearing Feng Xiaomei's words, Yang Juncheng frowned slightly. Instead of waiting in the hall, he followed closely behind Feng Xiaomei, walking along the underground passage toward the underground prison.

Soon, an underground prison covering thousands of square meters with over a thousand cells came into the view of Yang Juncheng and Feng Xiaomei.

At this moment, most of the thousand-plus cells were empty.

Only a small number of cells held emaciated Human Race Martial Artists.

"Who are you all? Why are you locked up here?"

Looking at the emaciated Human Race Martial Artists in the cells, Yang Juncheng frowned and asked loudly.

"We are Martial Artists from Jianghai City who were captured by the Half-demons of the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance. We are also blood food raised by the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance's Half-demons!"

"Every half month, the Half-demons of the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance extract a portion of blood from us to make blood beads for their Cultivation!"

"When we lose too much blood and our hearts can no longer effectively produce blood, the Half-demons of the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance will kill us and throw us to the wild wolves on Wild Wolf Mountain to be eaten!"

"Who are you? Why have you appeared here?"

A middle-aged man, dressed in rags, emaciated, and reduced to skin and bones, struggled to stand up. He was at his last breath. He first answered Yang Juncheng's question, then asked Yang Juncheng with a curious expression.

"We are Martial Artists from Jianghai City, here specifically to exterminate the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance Half-demons in this place!"

"At this moment, the Half-demons of the Ten Thousand Demon Alliance have been completely slaughtered by us. You are free!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Yang Juncheng responded softly.

As he spoke, Yang Juncheng formed his hands into palms and unleashed the Flame Palm, pushing toward the direction of the cells holding the Human Race Martial Artists.

Immediately, three-foot-long flame palms condensed in front of Yang Juncheng, carrying terrifying power, and blasted toward the cells holding the Human Race Martial Artists.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amidst intense booming sounds, the doors of the cells were destroyed by the flame palms, turning into debris that filled the air.

"I'm finally free!"

"I'm free!"

"I finally made it through!"

"I thought I was going to die in this dark and sunless place. I never expected to be saved!"

"I finally don't have to be blood food anymore!"

"Wife, it's been ten years. I don't know how you are doing now!"

"Daughter, it's been twelve years! I wonder if you still remember me, your father!"

"……"

Looking at the broken cell doors, the Human Race Martial Artists lying on the ground stood up one by one, shouting with eyes full of excitement and agitation.

"I am Jiang Yunhao, captain of the Jianghai City Sharp Sword Squad. May I ask for my benefactor's name?"

At this moment, the middle-aged man who was nothing but skin and bones walked out of the cell and asked Yang Juncheng respectfully.

"This is my master, and also this year's Blue Star College Entrance Exam top scorer, Yang Juncheng!"

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, Feng Xiaomei, who was beside them, responded softly.

"Benefactor, you saved my life. I am willing to serve you as my master and work for you. I wonder if you are willing to accept my loyalty!"

Hearing Feng Xiaomei's words, Jiang Yunhao's heart stirred. He knelt before Yang Juncheng and kowtowed to him.

"Mr. Jiang, I have no intention of taking in servants. You should get up!"

Yang Juncheng shook his head gently and said.

"Benefactor, it was my rashness!"

"As the saying goes, it is hard to know a person's heart. We have just met, and for me to pledge allegiance to you so quickly is indeed too reckless!"

"However, my intention to serve you, Master, is genuine and holds no malice!"

"This is the ancient Spirit Refining method, 'Spirit Refining Art,' that I obtained in an ancient ruin. It contains methods for Cultivating Mental Energy and Divine Sense, as well as forging the Primordial Spirit!"

"At the same time, the 'Spirit Refining Art' also records many methods for applying Mental Energy, Divine Sense, and the Primordial Spirit!"

"Among them is a small technique called the Soul Control Art, which can condense a mental mark to control another person's Soul, deciding their life or death in a single thought!"

"I am willing to offer the 'Spirit Refining Art' to you, Benefactor, and am willing to accept the control of the 'Soul Control Art'! I only hope that you will accept me and let me serve you!"

Seeing Yang Juncheng refuse him, Jiang Yunhao hesitated for a moment, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. He formed his right hand into a claw and grabbed at his right calf.

Immediately, Jiang Yunhao's right calf was sliced open by the sharp nails of his right hand, revealing the flesh inside.

Afterward, Jiang Yunhao's right hand moved slightly, and he extracted an infant-thumb-sized crystal from the flesh of his calf, handing it to Yang Juncheng.

Seeing Jiang Yunhao's actions and hearing his words, a look of surprise flashed in Yang Juncheng's eyes. He then took the infant-thumb-sized crystal and released his Mental Energy to scan it.

Soon, the text recorded in the crystal entered Yang Juncheng's mental perception.

After browsing through all the contents in the crystal, Yang Juncheng was surprised to discover that the Spirit Refining Art was actually a Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique, which could directly Cultivate to the Primordial Spirit Realm, making it extremely powerful.

More importantly, the Spirit Refining Art was not a Body Refining or Qi-based method, but a rarer Spirit Refining method, primarily for Cultivating Mental Energy, Divine Sense, and the power of the Primordial Spirit.

At the same time, many of the application methods for Mental Energy, Divine Sense, and the Primordial Spirit recorded in the Spirit Refining Art were very ingenious and would be of great help to Yang Juncheng.

Therefore, Yang Juncheng was determined to obtain the Spirit Refining Art in his hand.

"Since you are so sincere, I will accept you as my servant!"

Yang Juncheng moved his mind, stored the Spirit Refining Art in his spatial ring, and said in a flat tone.

"Thank you, Master. Please use the Soul Control Art to plant a mental mark in your subordinate's mind!"

Hearing Yang Juncheng's words, Jiang Yunhao hardened his heart and kowtowed to Yang Juncheng, making his request.

Jiang Yunhao's idea was very simple: since he wanted to latch onto a powerful figure, he should do it decisively!

Simply handing over the Spirit Refining Art would at most gain Yang Juncheng's good will, but to gain Yang Juncheng's trust and focused cultivation, he must let Yang Juncheng plant the mental mark.

After all, once he accepted Yang Juncheng's mental mark, his life and death would be controlled by Yang Juncheng in a single thought, making him Yang Juncheng's most loyal and reliable servant.

At that point, if Yang Juncheng didn't Cultivate him, who would he Cultivate!

"Good!"

Yang Juncheng looked at Jiang Yunhao, who was kowtowing and begging him, thought for a moment, and agreed.

During the process of browsing the Spirit Refining Art, under the effect of a hundredfold amplification, Yang Juncheng had already comprehended the small Mental Energy application technique of the Soul Control Art and could easily execute it.

And this was one of the reasons why Yang Juncheng agreed to Jiang Yunhao's request.

After speaking, Yang Juncheng moved his mind, activated his Mental Energy, condensed a mental mark, and sent it flying into Jiang Yunhao's mind.

Jiang Yunhao also let go of his mental defenses, allowing Yang Juncheng's mental mark to enter his mind and fuse with his Soul.