Chapter 7: The Cat Watches the Mouse, the Wolf Eyes the Meat

In an instant, the demonic cauldron erupted in a radiant violet glow, dazzling and resplendent. Inside the cauldron, a shadowy figure gradually emerged, all the light streaming forth from this apparition.

“A demon soul!” the cauldron cried out in astonishment.

This was simply unbelievable! Wasn’t the demon soul something that only existed in legends? To awaken a demon soul by harnessing the soul power gained from a spiritual cultivator’s Seven-Star Veins—such a method could only be conceived by someone as monstrous as the Great Demon, and only such a being could actually accomplish it!

Now, spiritual cultivation was nothing more than a stepping stone; all power was devoted to demonic cultivation! The sensation was exhilarating beyond words.

If those so-called righteous sects knew about this, would their faces turn green with fury?

Ji Yin managed a weak smile, suddenly understanding why she had survived. It was because she possessed a demon soul she had always overlooked!

“What nonsense are the Seven-Star Veins and spiritual cultivation?”

The demon soul was as innate to Ji Yin as her demonic infant body.

One was soul cultivation, the other physical cultivation. Soul cultivation was harder than physical, but the resulting power was even greater. No one knew what heights could ultimately be reached!

Only as she neared death did Ji Yin learn that demonic cultivation included this method—cultivating the demon soul.

She had simply relied too much on her demonic infant body, never realizing she also had a formidable demon soul.

The appearance of the demon soul filled Ji Yin with delight.

Though she knew nothing about the demon soul yet, possessing such a powerful and mysterious force gave her newfound confidence in battle.

Ji Yin opened her eyes again; the night was tranquil, the moon bright with sparse stars. She rose, crept to the window, and peered out—no sign of anyone.

She was certain the man was still within the Ji family estate, and could sense his exact location with clarity. The potent soul force he possessed made her covetous.

Ordinary cultivation of spiritual power required several hours for the energy to circulate through the meridians, accumulating only a little soul force. Such a method was slow and cumbersome; Ji Yin had no patience for it, nor the time. The soul power devoured by the demonic cauldron was hers to command directly—a simple, brutal approach, unmatched by any other.

Because she had awakened her demon soul, her soul force was now depleted; she would have to wait until it reached a certain threshold before breaking through to the next stage. The higher she climbed, the more soul force was needed.

This explained why masters rarely acted rashly—the expenditure of soul power was enormous!

A single fireball could cost six hours of effort.

A grand technique could wipe out half a month of accumulated power.

Back in the Flowing Slaughter Star, Ji Yin’s favorite pastime was challenging those so-called righteous sects.

It wasn’t just that they couldn’t defeat her; the best part was watching them battered to the point of utter misery, unleashing soul power only to be beaten so badly their own parents wouldn’t recognize them.

A gentle breeze stirred, leaves rustling softly, while clouds veiled the moonlight like a silken shroud.

Beneath the window stood a figure. The elaborate robes were gone, replaced by a simple white garment. His jet-black hair cascaded over his shoulders like the finest silk, and the moon’s pale glow wrapped him in an ethereal aura, making him appear more handsome and transcendent, untouched by worldly dust.

“Master, do ancient ruins truly exist?” asked Xuan Yuanji, silent and withdrawn.

Wu Yan suddenly grew vigilant, lifting his gaze toward a particular direction.

“Withdraw,” commanded the master.

“Master! That young lord from the Ji family is too insolent! He actually dared to…”

“Master, I believe he harbors improper intentions toward you! The way he looks at you—like a cat eyeing a mouse, a wolf craving meat!”

“Withdraw,” repeated Xuan Yuanji’s voice.