Yun Xinyue and Ning Shan looked at each other, the air seemingly frozen.
WHIMPER~
The large black dog whimpered in fear.
Yun Xinyue's gaze swept over the large black dog, her eyes narrowing slightly. She then turned to Wen Miner beside her. "Miner, are you practicing the Beast Creation Skill here today?"
"Yes, Ning is teaching me."
Wen Miner nodded obediently.
"Oh?"
Yun Xinyue let out a sneer. "Tsk tsk. Not locking the three souls, not stabilizing the seven spirits... Ning, I'm afraid you're somewhat unskilled."
Ning Shan's face immediately darkened.
It was obvious Yun Xinyue had seen that her Beast Creation Skill was incomplete. This made her lose face considerably.
Yun Xinyue was Si Nanyan's chief disciple, considered the leading figure among the younger generation of the Wonderous Palace.
And Ning Shan was no slouch either. Her Master, Feng Ruoli, held a high position as the deputy palace master of the Wonderous Palace.
In the past, Feng Ruoli had even competed with Si Nanyan for the position of palace master. The two were disciples from the same sect and had engaged in open and secret struggles for many years.
Nevertheless, in the end, the previous Sect Master had appointed Si Nanyan as the new Sect Master. Feng Ruoli was naturally dissatisfied; hence, there had always been conflict between them.
Seeing Ning Shan discomfited, Yun Xinyue's eyes curved into a smile again. She walked over to the large black dog and then looked down at Wen Miner.
"Miner, do you want to learn the Beast Creation Skill? Your Senior Sister happens to know it as well. Come, let me teach you."
Wen Miner's eyes flickered, but she didn't answer.
Ning Shan's face grew increasingly tense. "That's enough! If Miner wants to learn, I will naturally teach her."
"Teach?" Yun Xinyue's mouth curled into an almost mocking smile as her gaze once again swept over the large black dog. "This junior brother, Ning is unskilled. Let me undo this for you."
WOOF!
The large black dog suddenly lifted its drooping head!
He had thought he would spend his entire life as a dog, never expecting to meet such a kind person in this Wonderous Palace!
At this moment, Yun Xinyue, with her smiling face, was like a celestial senior sister to him.
"Yun Xinyue, Ye Fei is a disciple under my Master. It's hardly your place to interfere, is it?" Ning Shan's face hardened as she stepped in front of Yun Xinyue.
She had just claimed she didn't know how to undo the Beast Creation Skill. Was Yun Xinyue trying to slap her face in public?
Yun Xinyue raised her eyebrows slightly, a smile playing on her lips. "Junior Sister, you misunderstand. I just can't bear to see someone mislead the younger generation."
With that, her slender white hand flipped, and specks of silver light blossomed in her palm. A dangerous aura began to emanate.
"You!" Ning Shan gritted her teeth but still took half a step back, her face wary.
"Go." Yun Xinyue's fingers danced.
Three silver needles materialized, piercing rapidly into the large black dog's brow, tailbone, and navel.
PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!
The large black dog convulsed for a moment, its eyes beginning to lose focus. Its entire skin bag started to inflate.
"Miner, the Beast Creation Skill is a secret skill of our Devil Path. The most important aspect is to lock a person's three souls and seven spirits so that you can mold them as you wish. Watch closely. Those three silver needles just now fixed his three souls. Now, I am going to locate and fix his seven spirits."
As Yun Xinyue finished speaking, her fingers moved again.
Seven more silver needles materialized, piercing various parts of the large black dog's body.
Instantly, the large black dog's eyes began to glaze over, but its skin bag kept swelling, looking as if it was about to burst.
"The three souls and seven spirits are fixed. Break!"
Yun Xinyue showed no flicker of emotion as she extended her slender white hand and made a gentle slicing motion.
A flash of silver light streaked by.
POP!
The large black dog's skin bag suddenly ruptured, and a blood-soaked figure emerged from within.
The so-called Beast Creation Skill was not truly a transformation technique. Rather, it used a secret skill to fix a person's three souls and seven spirits so they couldn't resist, then sealed them within the skin bag of an animal. This skin bag also possessed the animal's soul, making the person behave like an actual animal.
If the skill was not mastered fully, as in Ning Shan's case, one would only be able to forcibly seal a person inside. Because the souls were not properly fixed, they would cling to the skin bag. If the skin bag were ruptured and the soul dissipated, death would undoubtedly be certain.
"Miner, did you see that clearly?" Yun Xinyue reined in her aura and spoke to Wen Miner with a light chuckle.
"I saw it clearly. Thank you, Senior Sister Yun." Wen Miner's eyes were wide with admiration.
Yun Xinyue's technique seemed simple, but it required an extremely powerful divine soul to perform. An ordinary cultivator at the Mysterious Might Realm would not be capable of such intricate multitasking.
At this moment, Ning Shan's gaze was also filled with apprehension. As a fellow cultivator at the Mysterious Might Realm, Yun Xinyue was much stronger than her.
"That's good." Yun Xinyue reached out again, recalling all the silver needles that had pierced Ye Fei's body.
As the silver needles were withdrawn, the male disciple, Ye Fei, began to stir.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Yun! Thank you so much!" As soon as Ye Fei regained his senses, he dropped to his knees, profusely thanking Yun Xinyue.
"There's no need for that." Yun Xinyue smiled faintly. Without paying further attention to Ye Fei, she turned to Ning Shan and said, "Ning, Wen Zhixing is my Master's favorite and is deeply cherished by her. You're a clever person. I needn't say more; you should understand."
Ning Shan's expression remained unchanged. She had already guessed as much.
Seeing Ning Shan's silence, Yun Xinyue wasn't annoyed. Instead, she patted Wen Miner's head with a warm smile.
"Miner, if you have any questions in the future, feel free to come to me. But you mustn't be disobedient like your Senior Sister Ning, understand?"
Wen Miner looked troubled, unsure how to respond.
Ning Shan's face was expressionless, her eyes cold.
Finding the situation dull, Yun Xinyue simply turned and left.
Ye Fei, standing nearby, made to follow her.
But Ning Shan grabbed him.
"Did I say you could leave?"
"Senior Sister Ning, I..." Ye Fei trembled, about to kneel and beg for mercy.
"Miner, kill him." A vicious glint flashed in Ning Shan's eyes. She had been forced to suppress her anger earlier.
"Yes." Without hesitation, Wen Miner flicked her jade-green bamboo staff. The outer casing fell away, revealing a short sword within.
"No, Senior Sister, I was wrong! I truly was!" Ye Fei panicked, desperately shouting towards Yun Xinyue's retreating figure, "Senior Sister Yun! Senior Sister Yun! Save me!"
However, Yun Xinyue seemed not to hear him at all, leaping into the air and drifting away gracefully.
SPLASH.
The blade plunged into his chest.
Ye Fei's body shuddered. As he started to look down, the cold glint of the blade flashed again.
A sharp pain shot through his neck.
"Ugh..." Blood gushed out. Ye Fei clutched his neck, trying to beg for mercy but unable to utter a sound.
Only as he died did he understand. No one here ever intended to save him. The moment the Beast Creation Skill was undone, he was doomed.
"Senior Sister, what should we do now..." Wen Miner sheathed her sword. Her face, now devoid of its earlier innocence, looked somewhat fierce.
"Let's go back and report to Master first. Let her decide," Ning Shan said after a brief pause.
Although she had lost considerable face before Yun Xinyue this time, she had also gained a piece of information.
That furnace, Wen Zhixing... he's probably not as simple as he seems. Master must be informed about this.
Hmph, Yun Xinyue, your arrogance won't last much longer, Ning Shan thought, suppressing her anger as she left with Wen Miner.
Only Ye Fei remained, lying in a pool of his own blood, his body rapidly growing cold.
Such a vibrant life, yet within the Wonderous Palace, it was as worthless as grass.