"The founding ancestor of our sect?"
Ye Yunfei was slightly surprised.
"Who are you?"
The white-robed elder glanced at Huang Shang and asked suspiciously.
"I am Huang Shang, the eighth-generation gate master of the Tongsheng Gate."
Huang Shang replied.
Inside the Tongsheng Gate headquarters, there hung a portrait of the sect's founding ancestor. Therefore, Huang Shang recognized the white-robed elder before him at a single glance.
"Your condition is odd—merely a Soul Body. However, your Soul Body is incredibly condensed and brimming with Soul Power. Moreover, you can move about freely! It seems you have cultivated a special art. Tell me! What art is it exactly? Offer it to me immediately!"
The white-robed elder sized up Huang Shang, suddenly grew agitated, and shouted at him.
Ghost Cultivators were an exceptionally rare and mysterious existence. Among the Three Thousand Worlds, ordinary martial artists seldom encountered a Ghost Cultivator. Thus, the vast majority of martial artists were completely unaware of their existence. Although this founding ancestor of the Tongsheng Gate had established a sect and was considered a top expert in the Eastern Region in his day, he had never even heard of Ghost Cultivators, much less known about the existence of Ghost Cultivation Arts!
"Ancestor…"
Huang Shang didn't know how to respond. The Ghost Cultivation Art had been imparted to him by Ye Yunfei; it was incredibly precious. How could he casually share it with others without Ye Yunfei's consent?
"Speak! Or die!"
The white-robed elder roared sternly.
Boom…
A massive Soul Power pressure surged forth like raging waves, bearing down on Huang Shang.
Bang!
Huang Shang was immediately sent flying backward, coughing up several mouthfuls of vital blood essence in succession. His aura instantly weakened significantly. In his current state as a Soul Body, each drop of this vital blood essence was incomparably precious.
"Ancestor, I am your descendant," Huang Shang protested somewhat indignantly.
"A descendant, so what? Those unwilling to serve me must die! Today, unless you offer me that special cultivation art you practice, you will not leave this place alive!"
The white-robed elder gave a cold laugh and took a step forward, locking his gaze onto Huang Shang.
"You…"
Huang Shang couldn't help but feel angered. Initially, he had held great respect for this ancestor. But now, he was beginning to feel disappointment, even a hint of rage.
"Old fool, the special art he cultivates is something you'll never have a chance to obtain."
At this moment, Ye Yunfei suddenly spoke up.
"How dare you! A mere junior dares to speak to me in such a tone? Brat, you have forfeited the right to live."
The white-robed elder's gaze, sharp as lightning, turned toward Ye Yunfei. He had noticed Ye Yunfei earlier. However, upon seeing him as merely a junior, he hadn't paid him much attention. Only when Ye Yunfei spoke did he begin scrutinizing him closely.
"Hmm? Brat, your physique! Tsk tsk, what an exceptional physique! Haha, I am truly fortunate, to have waited for a physique of such superior quality!"
The white-robed elder stared fixedly at Ye Yunfei's physical body below—he could see it clearly even though Ye Yunfei was still on the first level of the Small Alchemy Tower—the greed in his eyes unconcealed. Having cultivated the Heavenly Demon Blood-Refining Body Art Tempering Technique and the Greenwood Emperor Body, the quality of Ye Yunfei's physique surpassed that of ordinary martial artists by thousands, even tens of thousands of times! For this white-robed elder, it held immense temptation.
"Neither of you will escape today! You will immediately offer your cultivation art! And you will prepare to offer your physique! It won't be long before I, your ancestor, can manifest myself in the world once more!"
The white-robed elder grew more excited as he spoke.
"No. Meeting me means you will never have the chance to manifest yourself in the world again."
Ye Yunfei responded with a cold smile. A mere Remnant Soul? Ye Yunfei would never regard such a thing with importance.
"Brat, if you seek death, I will grant your wish now!"
The white-robed elder flew into a rage.
Whoosh!
Transforming into a streak of light, he raced along the connection of Ye Yunfei's Soul Power at a staggering speed, instantly rushing into Ye Yunfei's Soul Sea.
Ye Yunfei neither dodged nor resisted, allowing the white-robed elder to enter his Soul Sea.
"Hahaha, brat, go ahead and die. Don't worry, though. I'll take good care of this physique for you. In the future, I shall move about the world using your identity, continuing to live on your behalf. So yes, die at ease."
The white-robed elder laughed maniacally. Then, brimming with killing intent, he charged toward Ye Yunfei's Soul Body, intending to devour it. By devouring Ye Yunfei's Soul Body, he could seize control of this physique.
However.
At this exact moment…
Boom…
A terrifying, unimaginable Soul Power pressure suddenly erupted, surging toward the white-robed elder like a tsunami.
Bang!
The white-robed elder was sent flying like a tattered scarecrow.
"Argh…! Brat, how… how can you possess such terrifying Soul Power pressure?!"
The white-robed elder shrieked in agony. His form appeared to have grown somewhat more illusory.
"Perish."
Ye Yunfei gave another cold smile.
Rumble…
A wave of terrifying Soul Power pressure, like a consecutive series of tsunamis, slammed toward the white-robed elder.
Bang!
Utterly unable to fight back, the white-robed elder was blasted away once more. A mere trace of Heavenly Emperor soul force was no small matter; how could he possibly withstand it?
"Ah! Brat, how dare you treat me like this!"
"Brat, let me out! I won't try to seize your body anymore!"
"Argh!
Young man, show mercy! Please spare me! I can teach you alchemy! I can impart all my lifelong alchemy knowledge to you! I promise I can make you a renowned master alchemist!"
…
Afterward, Ye Yunfei repeatedly struck out, sending the white-robed elder flying over and over. The elder wailed and pleaded continuously. His form grew increasingly illusory, almost transparent.
Yet Ye Yunfei showed no mercy.
Finally.
A moment later.
"Argh!
I am unwilling! To vanish completely from this world just like this!"
In the end, the white-robed elder let out a final, bitter cry before dissipating entirely.
"I've destroyed your Tongsheng Gate's founding ancestor's Remnant Soul. You have no objections, I trust?"
Ye Yunfei asked Huang Shang.
"If you hadn't destroyed him, he would have destroyed us. How could I have any objections? Our ancestor brought this upon himself. He cannot blame you in the least."
Huang Shang replied with a bitter laugh.
"Alright.
Now that the ancestor's Remnant Soul is gone, quickly refine the Small Alchemy Tower," Huang Shang urged.
"Right."
Ye Yunfei nodded.
Then, Ye Yunfei began to refine the Small Alchemy Tower.
The so-called refinement was, in fact, simply imprinting a Soul Imprint upon the core control point of the Small Alchemy Tower. For Ye Yunfei, this was an extremely simple task.
A moment later.
Ye Yunfei successfully imprinted his own Soul Imprint onto the Small Alchemy Tower's key control point.
Thus, Ye Yunfei could now completely control this Small Alchemy Tower!