"Ruoyi! You..." Yancheng held Yan Ruoyi's hand holding the dagger. The pain of having your heart pierced cannot compare with the sadness of being betrayed by your own sister. It's really hard to die with eyes open...
"I'm sorry, brother. If I want to blame you, I blame you for insisting on breaking up Shen Yunqi and I." Yan Ruoyi pulled out the dagger and smiled coldly. "I didn't expect that this Blazing Feather Copper can really dissolve soul power."
Yanxi thought he was dead, but...
"Cough cough cough..." Yanxi kept coughing and spitting out the water he had swallowed.
"Third Young Master! You are finally awake!" The servant on the side helped him up anxiously.
How could a dignified tenth-level Dzogchen Painting Soul Master be willing to be a cauldron?
Yanxi left the Yun family study room. He had just finished reading all the books here. This place is actually two thousand years after the time he lived! And people here call the era he lives in the Soul-casting Era.
"Who!?" The man asked sharply. The slight frown on his sword eyebrows could not conceal his magnificence.
"I..." Yanxi was slightly startled, "Passing by..."
In order to escape the fate of becoming a cauldron, Yanxi must become stronger. Fortunately, although he is of humble character, he still has the art of painting souls. He is already very low-key, and he is not the only person in the world who is suitable to be a cauldron, but the number one person in the ten continents - Shen Bitan, the ancestor of the Qinghe Sect of Fenglinzhou in the Upper Five Continents and the ancestor of Zhuqi, has no intention of letting him go.
"You were the one who was in Qiongyunzhihai that day!" Yan He, who was still in shock, looked at the person who came to his rescue in surprise. "I am Yan Shei. I don't know the name of my benefactor. I will definitely repay him one day."
"Your surname is Duan and your given name is Lanzhou. I think you have good qualifications. I wonder if you would like to become my disciple?" Duan Lanzhou chuckled.