This sight startled even Xian Miaomiao, yet despite that, her gaze remained locked tightly on the wooden box.
Inside the box was a fist-sized sphere, green in color, and it seemed to possess a life of its own, constantly writhing and undulating. At the same time, streams of green aura radiated outward from it continuously.
"What is this thing?"
When Xian Miaomiao asked this, her voice had changed — she was shaken with fright.
Because she knew that the very thing causing this terrifying commotion was that sphere emitting the green vapor.
"As a member of the Nine Souls Sacred Clan, you should have heard of the Soul Mist Flames?" Song Changsheng said.
"Soul Mist Flames? I think my mother mentioned them before. She said that back in the day, the Nine Souls Sacred Clan was able to dominate the Nine Souls Star River precisely because they had mastered the Soul Mist Flames."
"But later on, the Soul Mist Flames disappeared..."
"Oh my god, Master, this — could this possibly be the legendary Soul Mist Flames?"
Xian Miaomiao's beautiful eyes went wide as she looked at Song Changsheng.
"It is indeed forged from the Soul Mist Flames, but calling it the Soul Mist Flames wouldn't be entirely accurate."
"Because the power it currently possesses far surpasses what the Soul Mist Flames could ever offer."
"Creating it cost me no small amount of effort."
As Song Changsheng spoke, he too gazed at the green sphere inside the box. Only he himself knew how much he had sacrificed to bring this object into existence.
But soon, he turned his attention back to Xian Miaomiao.
"Miaomiao, the Soul Mist Flames are extremely compatible with the bloodline of the Nine Souls Sacred Clan. If you can refine it, your bloodline will undergo an evolution."
"At that point, not only could you catch up to Chu Feng in a short time, but surpassing him wouldn't be difficult either."
"Of course, setting aside the fact that refining this object won't be easy and carries a certain degree of danger, even if you succeed, you'd only be able to keep pace with Chu Feng for a short while. Eventually, the gap between you two would widen again."
"However, the gap shouldn't be as large as before."
Song Changsheng said.
"Master, I'm willing."
The moment he finished speaking, Xian Miaomiao gave her answer.
Looking at Xian Miaomiao's earnest little face, bright with excitement, a faint smile tugged at the corner of Song Changsheng's mouth.
Originally, this item had been prepared for himself.
But in that brief instant, a sudden impulse had stirred deep within his heart — the urge to give this object to Xian Miaomiao.
He wasn't certain whether he would come to regret this decision later on, but at the very least, right now, this was what he wanted to do.
.........
The next morning, Chu Feng had originally planned to leave this place, intending to make a trip to the Demon Spirit Clan.
After all, he had promised the patriarch of the Demon Spirit Clan that he would return the puppet army afterward, and although the puppet army was currently incomplete — missing those thirty-two puppets whose cultivation level couldn't be discerned — it still needed to be returned to its rightful owner.
Besides, Chu Feng now understood what that familiar feeling was, which meant the important figure from the Demon Spirit Clan was very likely connected to the Heavenly Master God Sect.
Even if that figure hadn't been a member of the Heavenly Master God Sect in life, the military seal used to create the puppet army should have been a treasure of the Heavenly Master God Sect as well.
Therefore, Chu Feng wanted to visit the Demon Spirit Clan once more to observe and see if he could discover anything.
But just as he was about to leave, a guest came knocking — and this guest had come specifically for Chu Feng.
It turned out to be Saint Light Whitebrow, Saint Light Unspoken, and Daoist Niantian.
"Young hero Chu Feng, we heard that you received the help of those Asura evil spirits from the Asura Burial Ground and defeated everyone from the Pill Dao Immortal Sect?"
"Young hero Chu Feng, you're incredible!"