Controlling Shen Xinghe

Hearing this, Fatty Wang suddenly felt a bit deflated.

"Ten years? That's so long... By then, your Lord Fatty might already be invincible in this world. What would I even need divine medicine for..."

But then his eyes rolled as he smiled, "However... it's always good to prepare in advance! This token is a stepping stone!"

Xiao Ruobai, having obtained the information he wanted, didn't spare Shen Xinghe another glance.

Feeling that indifferent gaze, fear rose in Shen Xinghe's heart once more, and he begged for mercy with a mournful voice.

"I've told you everything I know... I hid nothing... Please spare my life... I am willing to swear a Heavenly Oath that I will never reveal half a word of what happened today... I... I can return to the Holy Land and act as your inside man..."

"Heh, an inside man?" Fatty Wang sneered.

"With your cowardly appearance, wouldn't you sell us out the moment you get back? Besides, do we need trash like you as an inside man?"

Xiao Ruobai looked at Shen Xinghe, who was groveling on the ground and trembling, and spoke coldly, "Open your divine soul. Do not resist."

Hearing this, Shen Xinghe convulsed violently, a trace of desperate struggle flashing in his eyes.

But under the scrutiny of that icy gaze, coupled with the world-destroying slap from earlier and the life-and-death fear he felt right now, he eventually closed his eyes in resignation, completely giving up all resistance in his divine soul.

Xiao Ruobai formed his fingers into a sword, and a strand of extremely condensed golden divine sense instantly shot out from his fingertips, sinking into the center of Shen Xinghe's brows!

Soul Seizing Art!

"Argh—!"

Shen Xinghe let out a short, agonizing shriek. His body twitched violently, and his eyes rolled back, revealing a large expanse of the whites of his eyes.

His divine soul felt as if it had been forcibly invaded and flipped through by an invisible giant hand. All his memories and secrets were like an unfurled scroll, exposed entirely to Xiao Ruobai's will without any reservation!

This process lasted for several breaths.

A moment later, he withdrew his divine sense.

Shen Xinghe's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground. His eyes became hollow and submissive, like a marionette that had lost its sense of self. A restriction had been planted in his divine soul; his life and death were now entirely subject to Xiao Ruobai's whim.

Only then did Xiao Ruobai slowly speak, "How many people did the Glazed Holy Land send to hunt down Fatty Wang this time? Who is leading them? What are their exact cultivation levels?"

Shen Xinghe answered honestly, "Reporting to Master... This time, the Holy Land... is personally led by the Third Elder, Master Yuji... Elder Master Yuji is at the mid-stage of the King Realm... Under his command are twelve Deva Realm deacons... divided into four groups... pursuing across the provinces... This lowly one and three others were in charge of the route heading northeast of Profound Province. This time, I thought I could capture him easily and claim all the credit for myself, so I acted alone..."

The King Realm! Twelve Deva Realm experts!

Listening from the side, Fatty Wang gasped, his chubby face turning a bit pale as he muttered softly, "Mother of mine... Your Lord Fatty really poked a massive hornet's nest this time..."

Xiao Ruobai's expression remained unchanged as he continued to ask, "Where is Xue Wuhen now? What is his situation?"

"Xue Wuhen has been rescued from... from the place of suppression... But his Dao heart is damaged, and his divine soul has been eroded by foul qi... His cultivation has plummeted... He is currently in secluded healing within the Holy Land's Pure Glazed Pool..."

He paused, seemingly recalling more detailed information, his tone even carrying a trace of almost absurd lamentation that he himself hadn't noticed.

"Speaking of which... Sigh, to obtain this token, the Quasi-Holy Son risked half his life in a death trap like the Myriad Bone Cave. He nearly lost all his bones there before he barely managed to get his hands on it... He was counting on this great merit to firmly suppress the others in the battle for the position of Holy Son... Who would have thought..."

"Who would have thought that before he could even warm up this merit, let alone enjoy the blessings, he would lose the token along with almost all his treasures!"

"When the Holy Lord learned of the cause and effect, he was furious. He issued a death order to bring both the person and the token back at all costs."

Xiao Ruobai gave a slight nod, an extremely faint smirk seemingly flashing across the corners of his lips.

Xue Wuhen's encounter truly echoed the old saying: misfortune lies hidden within good fortune. What was supposed to be a ladder to heaven had instantly turned into a death warrant.

Standing aside, Fatty Wang listened with his small eyes wide open. His facial expressions were spectacular, showing a mix of sympathy, schadenfreude, and a bit of lingering fear.

"Good heavens!" He smacked his lips, shaking his head as he sighed.

"This bro is too pitiful! He worked so hard to rob graves... uh, I mean, bravely venture into dangerous lands to get his treasure, but before he could even warm it up or show it off for a couple of days, it flew away..."

He scratched his head, his face revealing a complex expression that mixed innocence, sympathy, and a tiny bit of smugness.

"Aiya... who... who could have expected this? Back then, your Lord Fatty just didn't like the sight of him dressing up like a pompous dog, so I wanted to teach him a lesson. I really didn't mean to beat him to death! This... his luck is just way too terrible, isn't it?"

Xiao Ruobai glanced at him. "Therefore, karma cycles, and retribution never fails. It's better not to be too arrogant in life, lest you invite unexpected disasters."

Hearing this, Fatty Wang shrank his neck and subconsciously touched his storage ring, muttering softly, "Exactly, exactly! Low profile, I must keep a low profile! Otherwise, if one day I run into someone with itchy hands... uh..."

He suddenly realized that he was the one with itchy hands and quickly shut his mouth, looking embarrassed.

Xiao Ruobai said no more and went on to ask a few more questions about the recent movements of the Glazed Holy Land and the specific locations of the other pursuing groups.

As well as details like the true level of importance the Holy Land placed on the Seven Stars Secret Token. At this moment, Shen Xinghe held nothing back, revealing everything he knew.

After asking all his questions, Xiao Ruobai's fingertips twitched slightly, reinforcing several complex restrictions for concealment, misdirection, and self-destruction within the already seized divine soul.

"Once you return, do you know how to report?" Xiao Ruobai asked coldly.

Shen Xinghe groveled on the ground and respectfully answered, "This lowly one knows... This lowly one tracked the target here but was intercepted by an unknown powerful enemy. The opponent seemingly possessed a secret treasure that concealed their aura, and their cultivation level was unknown. After a bitter struggle, I was defeated, severely injured, and lost track of the target... I will immediately return to the Holy Land to report..."

"Where is the sub-token in your hand?" Xiao Ruobai interrupted, his tone leaving no room for question.

Shen Xinghe froze for a moment before snapping back to reality. He quickly fished out a slightly smaller token from his robes—it was made of similar material but had a slightly duller luster—and offered it with both hands. "It is here... Please accept it, Master."

Xiao Ruobai pulled the token over with a gesture. After briefly sensing it and confirming it was genuine, he continued to ask, "For this kind of main token, what is the maximum number of sub-tokens that can be created?"

Shen Xinghe didn't dare to neglect the question and answered immediately, "Answering Master, according to the Holy Land's ancient records, the main token of the Seven Stars Secret Token contains a trace of origin star power, so it can divide into a maximum of four sub-tokens. Those holding a sub-token, although unable to lead the opening of the secret realm, can accompany the main token holder into the secret realm with their permission. Typically, one sub-token can protect one person."

Xiao Ruobai gave a slight nod. Saying no more, he waved his hand, "Get lost."

Shen Xinghe, like a puppet receiving an order, struggled to his feet and stumbled away, transforming into a dim streak of light that quickly disappeared into the horizon.

Fatty Wang looked in the direction Shen Xinghe had disappeared, then at the token in Xiao Ruobai's hand, and said to him, "Your methods... are way too godly, aren't they?! You can actually control other people. Can this method..."

"Unorthodox tricks, not worth mentioning," Xiao Ruobai replied coldly.

Fatty Wang was momentarily rendered speechless. He rubbed his nose sheepishly and muttered under his breath, "Fine... if you don't want me to ask, I won't ask..."