Mo Jian fetched a pill bottle from his storage pouch and placed it right in front of Ghost Palm.
Looking at the pill bottle, Ghost Palm creased his brow and looked at the small round red pill curiously.
"What's this?" He asked, reaching out his hand to take the pill bottle from Mo Jian's hand.
"Soul Purging Pill." Mo Jian replied confidently. "With this pill, you don't have to worry about your lifeforce."
Although Ghost Palm was a terrifying powerhouse, the Ghost Yin energy drain was the bane of lifeforce.
Every time he deployed the ghost palm, it consumed a portion of his lifeforce but that was not the most frightening part.
The Yin energy made cultivators imbalanced and they wouldn't be able to break through to the higher realm.
From the Golden Core realm, cultivating soul energy was paramount. Thus, a stable soul place was needed.
Mo Jian knew this and had Elder Li Huang work on a pill that could counter the yin energy from invading the soul.
This gave birth to the Soul Purging Pill.
Looking at the red pill, Ghost Palm could not maintain his hollow expression. He opened the pill bottle and smelled the pill.
Instantly, he felt his clouded mind clear and his clogged meridian cleared. He raised his head and widened his eyes, staring at Mo Jian in shock.
"Boy, where did you get this pill?"
"Broken Blade." Mo Jian responded.
Ghost Palm was confused. How could Broken Blade have such a miraculous pill? He had searched every piece of the continent for treasures that could alleviate the yin disease from his body but failed.
He had already given up the Nascent Soul in this life. Every second, the yin energy drained his lifeforce, clouding his mind.
To maintain clarity, he had to suppress it with his cultivation realm.
Ghost Palm stared at Mo Jian for a second before he vanished, leaving his voice behind. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel~fire~net
Looking at the empty courtyard, a shrewd smile crept up on Mo Jian's face.
"The fist has taken the bait." He whispered.
He had learned how twisted Ghost Palm was. Therefore, he devised a plan that would control the unstable Ghost Palm.
Use poison to fight poison.
Five minutes later, Ghost Palm appeared before Mo Jian with a cold expression.
"Boy… what is your deal with Broken Blade." He asked coldly.
He had gone to Broken Blade to inquire about the Soul Purging Pill only to be redirected to this kid that was still wet behind his ears.
He wanted to slap Mo Jian into a puddle. He was the infamous Ghost Palm, when was the last time he had his fate controlled?
Moreover, by a small boy.
His emotions were erratic, his eyes turning red, various whispers echoed in his ears.
But he managed to suppress them.
He must not act rashly.
His future depended on it.
He could have captured Mo Jian and tortured him for the secret of the Soul Purging Pill. Alas…
Mo Jian saw the mad expression on Ghost Palm's face but the smirk on his lips did not falter.
He took out the Blood and Soul Contract from his storage pouch.
"Elder Ghost Palm, please sign it."
Ghost Palm looked at the Blood and Soul Contract in anger.
"Kid, you're brave…" He said, his voice deadly like venom.
"Thanks for the praise." Mo Jian responded, staring at him straight in the eyes.
He might be weaker than them but as long as he could find their weakness, pulling them to his side was only a matter of time.
Broken Blade was a terrifying powerhouse but his foundation was weak compared to other powerhouses.
For Ghost Palm, his situation was even more pitiable. As long as he played his cards well, he would be under control.
Ghost Palm hated the irritating smirk on Mo Jian's lips but he knew it was not the time to act. He took the Blood and Soul Contract and gave a cursory glance.
Reading the contract, he was furious and wanted to tear it into pieces but he later controlled himself.
'How could a mere soul contract work on me? Naive.' He sneered inwardly.
'I just need to sign the contract and find out the secret between this boy and Broken Blade…'
'Then, I will torture this arrogant brat and make him plead for death.'
Just thinking of how he would torture Mo Jian made his blood surge with excitement that bordered on craziness.
Quickly, he signed the contract while grinning inwardly.
"Kid, you can now tell me everything. Also, a single pill is not enough for me."
Mo Jian shook his head. "Elder Ghost Palm, you can only get a pill amount. Unless you can find the materials for the pill, there is no other way."
"Oh? Are you the one that makes this pill?" He asked with a sinister grin.
Mo Jian shook his head as if he was oblivious to Ghost Palm's schemes. "I'm not an alchemist but I know an alchemist that could make the pill."
"Good. That's what I want to know." He grinned. "Lead me to the alchemist now."
He reached out his hand to capture Mo Jian with a crazy smile playing on his lips.
'You're too green to command this seat.' He sneered.
Mo Jian turned and looked at Ghost Palm's hand which was a few inches from his neck and smiled.
'What's with this damn smile!'
'Humph! Let's see how long you can–'
His thought was cut off when soul-piercing pain erupted from the depths of his soul.
Ghost Palm fell to the ground, holding his head. He wailed, rolling back and forth, spasming.
It felt like his soul was going to be ripped out of his body. Not only that, but his blood had also turned into billions of knives cutting from inside out.
In less than five seconds, his veins exploded, his skin tore apart, blood coming from every part of his body.
Mo Jian did not have any change in his expression; he looked at Ghost Palm as if he was a fool.
"This is a warning. Remember your place."
With that, he left the courtyard with both hands clasped on his back.