Chapter 1 “So, you bothered to use your connections to invite me here just to meet him?” The renowned number one divine cultivator sat on the soft sofa, legs crossed, sizing up Ye Chuxiao with a slightly scrutinizing gaze, seemingly still weighing what made him so special.

He toyed with two walnuts in his hand, their turning emitting a creaking sound. His face, seemingly stern and square, held a certain imposing air when tense, truly resembling the bearing of a great figure.

This attitude wasn't like coming to discuss 'cooperation,' but more like condescending to meet a fanboy in his spare time.

Every inch of him radiated the word 'arrogance.'

Ye Chuxiao glanced at Wen Rui, who was avoiding eye contact.

Then, he patted the scabbard of his sword.

"Care to test the waters?" Ye Chuxiao offered.

Of course, they would talk, but without showing his strength first, any discussion would fail to get to the heart of the matter.

Since that was the case, he might as well use his sword to shatter the arrogance of this so-called number one divine cultivator, and also sever Wen Rui's last shred of hope.

Anyway, it wouldn't be much trouble, just a sword or two.

"Alright, I'll teach you a few moves." The number one divine cultivator also glanced at Wen Rui, equally displeased.

There was no helping it, Ye Chuxiao's youth was too deceiving.

Although cultivators could achieve agelessness and reverse aging to a certain extent, through the emitted spiritual light, one could still roughly judge a person's true age.

Without Wen Rui's prior notice, how could this person have imagined that the young Ye Chuxiao was already a Hui realm cultivator, and that his combat ability far exceeded that of ordinary Hui realms?

Seeing that this so-called number one divine cultivator had no intention of making the first move, Ye Chuxiao didn't stand on ceremony and instantly unsheathed his spare longsword.

When the sword was swung, the air seemed to lose all resistance, and even space itself seemed silky smooth under the blade.

Seen from the side, this sword strike looked ordinary and commonplace, just a smooth and practiced swing, but from the 'number one divine cultivator's' perspective, it was anything but.

Ye Chuxiao's sword already contained a hint of a domain's prototype.

However, the domain of an Intent realm cultivator was within a radius of several meters, or even tens or hundreds of meters around them, while Ye Chuxiao's domain was only on his blade, at the instant of the swing.

Even if it was just a hint of a domain's prototype, it was not to be underestimated.

Because it also meant that Ye Chuxiao's sword possessed a strong sense of 'exclusivity' and 'absoluteness.' Facing Ye Chuxiao's sword, there was almost no other option but to meet it head-on.

The number one divine cultivator was completely stunned by Ye Chuxiao's sword. He didn't have time to think, and wiped his fingers across his forehead, covering his face with colorful paint.

As the paint spread across his face, his entire aura, along with the spiritual light he emitted, changed.

The original arrogance and impetuosity disappeared completely.

What was now revealed was an ancient, barbaric, fierce, and bloodthirsty aura.

It was as if an ancient, primitive, and savage fierce god was slowly undergoing a trace of revival in his body.

The paint spread, extending down his neck, and then he spat out sharp fangs, stained with blood, glittering with cold light, and the power to pierce the void was凝结凝结at the tips of the fangs.

In a flash of lightning, the number one divine cultivator opened his mouth wide and bit down on Ye Chuxiao's longsword.

Clang!

Sparks of metal colliding with metal splashed out in an instant.

Between the longsword and the fangs, there was a high-frequency vibration and cutting, and two sharp fangs were knocked away.

And Ye Chuxiao's longsword also cracked a notch.

Ye Chuxiao slightly regrettably sheathed his sword, looked at the sword in his hand, and showed a hint of dissatisfaction.

If the Yuanyang Treasure Blade was in his hand, this sword would have made the so-called number one divine cultivator kneel and submit.

It was just that the Yuanyang Treasure Blade had been severely damaged before and still needed to be nurtured in his body.

He could only take out the sword he had stored before and use it for the time being.

"What amazing swordsmanship. Although it has the suspicion of a sneak attack, there is no doubt... your sword has threatened me."

"This old man Yan Ju has met this young friend!" The number one divine cultivator hurriedly put away his painted face and fangs, and slowly suppressed the 'unwillingness' in the paint. Then, with a mouth full of blood, he clasped his fist at Ye Chuxiao, obviously not intending to fight anymore.

Ye Chuxiao smacked his lips with some regret, and did not refute the other party's face-saving remarks.

There were only three people present. Everyone knew who had been inferior in the confrontation just now. What was the point of saying these things?

"Chu Dongjun!" Ye Chuxiao also reported his name, giving the other party a way out.

With the foundation of strength for dialogue, the following 'chat' became much smoother.

Whenever Yan Ju spoke hesitantly, not intending to tell the truth or say it thoroughly, Ye Chuxiao would comfortably pat his scabbard. At this time, the other party would very politely fill in the missing parts, appearing extremely considerate.

As for Wen Rui, he didn't dare to look Yan Ju in the eye at all.

If Ye Chuxiao wasn't present, Yan Ju would have already used the technique of killing with a glance on Wen Rui.

"The most important thing about severing thoughts and dividing the soul is the soul carrier."

"Among them, the best carrier is of course our own soul, but if our own soul is cut too many times, there is a risk of madness. Therefore, after research, our predecessors created the Soul Sculpting Technique to purify a complete soul and reshape it in a targeted manner to replace our own soul and bear the burden of desires." Yan Ju said, handing over the corresponding method to Ye Chuxiao.

"Of course, pure and complete souls are not easy to capture. Usually, only cultivators above the Miao realm or even the Hua realm can have such souls. And to obtain their completeness, we must ensure that the other party maintains a high emotional state before death, so that the bridge of the flesh can briefly transcend the limitations of the body."

"In order to achieve this goal, the Severing Thoughts sect in the past also had subdivisions such as the Extreme Pleasure Palace and the Bitter Torture Sect, all in order to stimulate emotions through some external means." Yan Ju spoke evasively, but Ye Chuxiao heard it clearly.

To put it bluntly, it was killing people to seize their souls, and making them die in extreme pleasure or extreme pain. Such methods would make even the Original Essence Church see the Severing Thoughts sect as a demonic sect.

Yan Ju was revealing these things to Ye Chuxiao, obviously with malicious intentions.

No matter which world it was, killing people to seize their souls under extreme emotions using cruel or unorthodox means was likely to cause public outrage and anger.

Once Ye Chuxiao embarked on this path, he would soon be surrounded by enemies.

Yan Ju appeared kind on the surface, but was actually digging a pit for Ye Chuxiao.

However, Ye Chuxiao obviously didn't fall for it.

It was just a soul, what a coincidence!

In Ye Chuxiao's ice lotus, a lot of them were stored.

Although those souls were not pure souls born under extreme emotions, the aurora of the Wasteland Fighting World had the ability to cleanse souls, which was almost a perfect match for this method.

"Severing thoughts, dividing the soul, transmitting skills, sculpting the soul... the puzzle is basically complete!"

"Next, all that's left is integration and experimentation." Ye Chuxiao had a thought and took out two Daoyun at the same time.

"Thank you both for your help. I have solved most of my doubts. I'll take care of the rest myself!" Ye Chuxiao said.

Wen Rui and Yan Ju swallowed saliva as they looked at the two wisps of Daoyun in Ye Chuxiao's hand.

Wen Rui's gaze was still honest, just ordinary joy and greed.

Yan Ju, on the other hand, hid his malice. He must have realized that if Ye Chuxiao could easily take out two wisps of Daoyun, he would only have more left himself.

They all knew about Daoyun, and they all knew the wonders and uses of this thing.

"How can I?" That was what he said, but neither Yan Ju nor Wen Rui were polite.

They both took the Daoyun that Ye Chuxiao handed over.

Wen Rui absorbed it directly in front of Yan Ju.

As for Yan Ju, he carefully put it away in a jade bottle, placed it on his chest, and patted it with his hand.

"Aren't you going to use it?" Ye Chuxiao asked.

Yan Ju smiled and said, "My luck is not bad. I got one before."

Ye Chuxiao smiled: "That's great, then I've saved myself another expense."

"Huh?" Yan Ju was slightly stunned.

The next moment, he saw the sword light coming down on his head.

It was not until this moment that Yan Ju realized that in the shallow collision just now, he had already used some of his trump cards, while Ye Chuxiao was completely restrained.

Now that he saw Ye Chuxiao wielding his sword again, he suddenly realized that the most terrifying thing under Ye Chuxiao's blade was not the faint realm of Intent, but the unimaginable, beyond-limit violence and explosion.

More than a hundred layers of Denglou, combined with Ye Chuxiao's own cultivation base, was really too overbearing and savage below the Intent realm.

Although Yan Ju transformed into a deity without hesitation, wanting to fight to the death, he couldn't resist it at all.

As the sword light fell, Ye Chuxiao's longsword shattered into fragments, but Yan Ju's corpse also flowed all over the ground.

The ice lotus enveloped him. While the Daoyun was recycled, his soul was not wasted either. It was absorbed into the aurora by the ice lotus.

Wen Rui, watching Ye Chuxiao suddenly turn violent, was scared out of his wits. He didn't have the strength to resist at all and just wanted to escape.

But he couldn't escape.

At the moment when he transformed into a cloud of light and dissipated, Ye Chuxiao's sword seemed to have caught up with time and blocked directly in front of him, hitting him with one strike, cutting straight through his brow.

The sword passed, dripping blood.

The Daoyun was recycled, and the soul was preserved.

Ye Chuxiao jumped out of the window and, after thinking about it, didn't even stay in this world any longer.

Instead, he activated the clock again, communicated with the Ark of Fortune, and returned to the Ark of Fortune.

He spent fate points to buy a month's stay.

He also exchanged for a cultivation room, and Ye Chuxiao moved in, beginning to integrate and digest the Daoyun that Wen Rui and Yan Ju had used, extracting their cultivation experience and accumulation from it.

Seven days later, Ye Chuxiao, who had finally integrated the first complete chain version, began to experiment with Duanmu Lin.

After leaving the Academy world, Duanmu Lin became slightly 'stiff', but compared to Xiao Chou and Xiong Maomao, she still seemed independent and agile.

Ye Chuxiao did not use his own soul, nor did he intend to sever his desires.

Instead, he separated Duanmu Lin from his own emotions.

Then, he quickly stuffed her into the already molded soul body, giving that originally blank soul Duanmu Lin's thoughts.

On the ice lotus, the clean soul opened her eyes and looked at Ye Chuxiao in confusion.

She opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but could not make any sound.

Then, after a brief period of confusion, the soul began to collapse.

"The first experiment failed!"

Ye Chuxiao glanced at his own soul state. The part belonging to Duanmu Lin had begun to regroup, but it still needed a few days to recover.

"The reason for the failure is the lack of a soul core. Duanmu Lin is not a truly complete individual."

"And the soul that carries her has already been washed away of all her past, just a special carrier."

"One of the solutions is to split off a trace of my own emotions and thoughts as the soul core..."

Thinking of this, Ye Chuxiao suddenly locked his eyes on another place.

The Heart Pill!

This heart pill, which the妖女Yaonü Ying Shu had planted in his body, was, strictly speaking, also Ying Shu's special soul.

It was just that this 'soul' was not composed of a core of thought, but was formed by the fusion of past accumulated and discarded emotions.

Without a core of thought, only a core of emotions... was there anything more suitable to be used as a soul core?

Ye Chuxiao had a thought and used the Soul Splitting Blade to chisel at the heart pill.

The妖女Yaonü Ying Shu's heart pill was very strong and hard. Ye Chuxiao used the Soul Splitting Blade, and even ran the Skywater One Blade in his mind, and only managed to chisel off some fragments.

And after these fragments fell off, it only took a few breaths for the damaged part of the heart pill to be repaired by a force that came from somewhere in the dark, completely看不不出kanbuichu看不不出showing any traces of being chiseled.

From this point of view, it was still not enough to use the Soul Splitting method of the Severing Thoughts sect in the Academy world to deal with the heart pill.

But it didn't matter. Now Ye Chuxiao only needed to collect some heart pill fragments to捏nie捏nie pinch out a soul core.

For the next few days, Ye Chuxiao waited for Duanmu Lin to 'repair' while fleecing the heart pill.

When Duanmu Lin had fully recovered, he began the second experiment.

This time, with the soul core as the core to carry everything, Duanmu Lin's 'solid soul' experiment went very smoothly.

From cutting, to揉nie揉nie kneading into the soul, to complete fusion, there was not even any rejection from beginning to end.

When Duanmu Lin opened her eyes and looked at Ye Chuxiao, the charm and grace in that glance even made Ye Chuxiao think of Ying Shu.

On closer inspection, Duanmu Lin's original俏皮qiaoqiao pretty and lively appearance now had a bit of Ying Shu's charm.

She was not entirely a real-world representation of Duanmu Lin, but more like a new being after the fusion of Duanmu Lin and Ying Shu.

"Dongjun...?"

"Me! What's wrong with me?" Duanmu Lin's memory was still stuck on the last night when she lived in Cloudspring City.

When she fused with the blank soul and had her own soul core, it was impossible to draw 'nourishment' outwards through Ye Chuxiao's will.

In other words, Duanmu Lin's 'self-improvement' function had been replaced by survival itself.

Fake things needed to be improved.

A real existence was complete in itself.