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"The Hall of Souls's stuff really is always tainted."
Seeing the black mist seeping out from within the Soul Origin and then being burned into nothingness by the Heavenly Flame, Feng Qing'er's violet eyes narrowed slightly as she softly spoke.
Although her soul strength wasn't considered the strongest within their group, she had at least reached the mid–stage seventh-tier—a level that was already quite respectable across the entire Dou Qi Continent.
The moment she saw that black mist, she could faintly sense traces of will hidden within it. Those remnants of will were clearly something the Hall of Souls's experts had deliberately planted.
That way, if someone were to seize the Soul Origin and foolishly absorb it without realizing, it would plant a dangerous hidden threat within their cultivation.
Lin Feng chuckled when he saw her expression, "Haha, Feng'er, you've been in Central Plains for quite a while since leaving the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan's small world. You should already know how the Hall of Souls operates."
With that, he slightly raised his palm. The temperature of the Fallen Heart Flame suddenly soared again, continuing to refine the Soul Origin before him.
As the flame's temperature climbed, the black mist deeply hidden within the glowing sphere was completely burned away. When the last traces of that black gas vanished, the Soul Origin became increasingly pure and crystal-clear, almost transparent.
This refining process lasted for about half an hour before Lin Feng finally withdrew the flame. He gazed at the crystal-like Soul Origin floating before him, then flicked his finger lightly, sending it drifting toward Feng Qing'er.
Seeing this, Feng Qing'er immediately extended her slender jade hand, catching the faint yellow soul orb that contained more than two hundred thousand fragments of soul origin.
She looked at Lin Feng and said, "You're using Fallen Heart Flame to refine those souls, so I can't really help. I'll go absorb this one first."
After saying that, she rose to her feet, stretching lazily—her alluring curves outlined perfectly in that moment. Then, with a graceful twist of her body, she vanished from sight. Once Feng Qing'er left, Lin Feng immediately took out two jade bottles wrapped in invisible flames.
Each of these bottles contained the soul of an eighth-tier alchemist. Holding the bottles, Lin Feng let the Fallen Heart Flame surge from within his body. The flame, notorious for restraining souls, continuously poured into the two bottles.
His goal was simple—weaken the two spiritual souls trapped within. After all, Lin Feng wasn't completely confident he could control two eighth-tier alchemists' souls at full strength. Better to wear them down first.
After about ten minutes of intense refinement, Lin Feng suddenly tightened his grip—crushing both jade bottles into dust. The instant the bottles shattered, two souls—badly scorched and weakened by the Fallen Heart Flame—floated out.
They shook their heads weakly, and when they realized they were no longer inside the Hall of Souls's sub-branch, their almost-despairing hearts were suddenly rekindled with hope.
One of them immediately shouted, "Run!"
Driven by an overwhelming instinct to survive, the two battered souls somehow mustered a final surge of power and darted toward the courtyard's exit. But their feeble energy was laughable before Lin Feng—a soul at the same tier as theirs, yet armed with supreme control.
Clang!
With a faint wave of his hand, a chilling sound of metal chains scraping together echoed through the courtyard, making one's skin crawl. The next instant, two invisible fiery chains burst forth, moving like living serpents as they shot straight toward the escaping eighth-tier souls.
"Ahhh!"
Their agonized screams rang out almost simultaneously as the sharp flaming chains pierced directly into their soul bodies.
"Return."
Clang!
As Lin Feng's calm voice sounded, the two flaming chains instantly whipped back toward him, accompanied by the harsh sound of metal scraping. The next moment, he waved his hand, and a vast wave of invisible flame surged outward.
In the blink of an eye, the two four-colored eighth-tier alchemists' souls were completely engulfed by the raging fire. The temperature of the flames suddenly spiked. Almost immediately, two agonized screams of despair echoed from within the invisible inferno.
Lin Feng exhaled softly, "Ah… the path of cultivation has always been cruel. I don't want to die myself, so I can only use you as fuel for my growth. If you must blame something, then blame the fact that you were born on this brutal, chaotic Dou Qi Continent."
Listening to the screams echoing from within the Heavenly Flame, Lin Feng sighed helplessly.
He knew very well that these souls had no personal grudge against him. But for the sake of strength, he had no choice but to suppress the last trace of pity in his heart and refine them into his own power.
After all, in his long cultivation journey, he had already made countless enemies. If he didn't stay strong, then one day, he might be the one refined by others. With that grim thought, Lin Feng raised his hand again, the flames roaring louder as he continued refining the two souls.
The refining process lasted all the way until the afternoon of the next day, when the two eighth-tier alchemists' souls were finally refined into pure Soul Origin.
When Lin Feng saw the pale yellow orb forming within the flames, he raised his palm slightly, drawing back the vast invisible fire. As the flames receded, a bright yellow soul orb—no smaller than the one Feng'er had taken—floated freely before his eyes.
Lin Feng turned his gaze toward Xiao Yixian and said, "To save time, I'll absorb this Soul Origin first. As for those two hundred thousand soul fragments, you can handle refining them yourself."
"No problem."
Xiao Yixian nodded lightly in agreement.
It was a much faster method than having Lin Feng refine everything alone. Seeing her agreement, Lin Feng brushed his hand across his storage ring. With a faint glimmer of light, twenty black cloth pouches appeared before him.
He flicked his finger, sending them flying toward Xiao Yixian. Then, with another wave, he brought out the core flame of the Fallen Heart Flame and tossed it to her as well. Xiao Yixian extended her fair, slender hands and caught everything gracefully.
As for Lin Feng, after handing over the items, he lifted his palm and drew in the massive pale-yellow soul orb—the condensed essence of the two eighth-tier alchemists' souls.
With the orb in hand, his figure blurred and vanished from the courtyard. It was clear—he had gone to find a quiet place to absorb the Soul Origin.
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