Starting with the consumables of the Demonic Sect, one can barely achieve immortality.

"The raw material for refining the Unbound Mist is actually the soul of a corpse cultivator..."

Yan Cheng's eyes flashed with a purple light as he began to piece together the information he had gathered so far.

The soul of a corpse cultivator is undoubtedly unique, possessing a spirituality that mortal remnant souls lack, and is more yin than yang than ordinary cultivators.

After the corpse cultivator died, his soul was collected by the palace.

The products that could be made might include the Rejuvenating Pill mentioned by the Silk Weaver.

The purpose of feeding the silk weavers Rejuvenation Pills was to produce Puppet Silk, which could then be used as a tool for casting spells and as a raw material for refining objects.

The entire industrial chain, from top to bottom, is complete and flawless; it truly reflects the celestial sect's tradition of using materials appropriately.

As for why the supply of Rejuvenation Pills was stopped?

The reason is simple: with Huang Tong receiving the Soul-Capturing Bell, there is no longer a need for so many puppet-binding threads, so the number of silk-weaving women should be reduced.

Do you really think the Immortal Sect is doing charity, giving away precious souls to those below them for nothing?

According to the bigwigs, the abandoned silk weavers should have obediently died.

However, there are always people who are unwilling to accept this situation, which is why the silk weaver is here.

Yan Cheng could understand the other party's actions; if he were in their shoes, he would have done the same.

But a threat is still a threat.

The next instant, a bright purple ring of fire bloomed out from the black coffin.

The flames reflected on the weaver's fading robes, making the half of her face in the shadows appear even paler.

The silk weaver showed no alarm, but simply said softly:

"Yang fire... yet it also carries a chilling undercurrent..."

"Fellow Daoist, you have had a fortuitous encounter and possess such extraordinary skills. You need not fear me like a wolf or tiger."

Yan Cheng wouldn't lower his guard just because of her words, and said:

"So you plan to hide on the second floor and use the strangling corpses as food? Those guys in the hall won't just sit idly by."

"Even if the big shots don't care about you, mid-stage cultivators won't sit still."

"A single ghoul puppet has already severely injured you. If all the high-ranking cultivators in the hall were to come out together, it would be something that you, with just a few threads, could not handle."

The silk weaver shook her head and said:

"Not one, but two."

"The soul of the Yin Puppet has long been taken away, and it only acts on the instinct to hunt its own kind."

"My silk threads can injure their flesh, but they can't stop their attack. It's normal that I can't defend against them."

"The Yin Puppets need to feed on an entire corpse cultivator's body every day, so it's impossible for the hall to keep them outside for long."

"Once I have fully recovered, I will find a way to leave."

"The corpse cultivators on the second floor are all at the initial stage of cultivation, with weak souls. In the long run, it will ultimately not be enough..."

She paused for a moment:

"In the end, I had no choice but to leave this place."

Yan Cheng's eyes flickered slightly:

"You mean... to go beyond the Sea of ​​Fog?"

The silk weaver nodded to Yan Cheng for the first time.

The more Yan Cheng listened, the more uneasy he felt.

He began to suspect that this guy had been secretly released by some high-ranking official in the palace.

The purpose was to lure the silk weaver to the edge of the foggy sea.

Even the Palace Master, when gathering Qi, is subject to the opening and closing patterns of the fog sea and cannot arbitrarily extend the duration of light penetration.

The ever-changing mist surrounding the entire valley might also be a cage for the true disciples in the palace.

Beyond the Sea of ​​Fog...

Yan Cheng thought of the bright moon in the sky, which was hidden away from the thick fog.

Even now, he still longs to witness the moonlight of this world with his own eyes, and not just the moonlight reflected in the Immortal Mirror.

Reason taught him that it wasn't worth risking everything just to catch a glimpse of the moonlight.

However, the bright moon, as the master of the Taiyin image, has an unparalleled attraction for the cultivator of Shangyin, repeatedly challenging his rationality.

One must know that one should never face the moonlight directly in front of everyone and breathe in its essence.

He had been waiting outside the palace night after night, watching for the moment when the sea of ​​fog would burst open.

He asked in a low voice:

Do you know how to get in and out of the foggy sea?

The silk weaver nodded:

"I once sneaked into the third-floor library and read the scriptures related to the Fog Sea."

"As the first rays of sunlight burst in, the sea of ​​fog that had previously sealed off this valley will open up a path."

"The mist within my body originates from the same source as this sea of ​​mist. When the time is right, I will be able to sense where the entrance is located."

"If we just leave this place, there are so many living beings outside, it's better than feeding on the remnants of corpse cultivators here."

Yan Cheng wasn't interested in her plans after she escaped; he only asked:

"You said you could only leave this place after your injuries had healed."

"How can I guarantee you won't wake up hungry one night and strangle me too?"

The silk weaver remained silent for a long while before finally speaking:

"I can't promise anything."

"But in this Hall of Longevity, there are many corpse cultivators who are much weaker than you. I will never harm you unless it is a matter of life and death."

Yan Cheng said coldly:

"In that case, life and death are entirely in your hands."

The silk weaver shook her head and said:

"I've already said, if you were to kill me with a single sword strike right now, I would have no chance to resist, nor would I threaten you at this moment."

"If this puts your mind at ease, I can offer you the 'Hidden Mist Concealing Origin Technique' as payment."

"Your fireworks are not afraid of the threads in my hand; what you fear is my ability to transform into mist."

"If you also acquired this skill, you would probably feel more at ease with me."

"Furthermore, if you truly possess extraordinary talent, you could master this technique before I leave..."

She paused for a moment:

"It's not that we can't walk together."

Yan Cheng blinked, about to ask more questions.

But then three bell tolls echoed throughout the hall; it was the sound of the bell urgently summoning all the corpse cultivators.

"At this moment... how could this be!"

Judging by the time, it was already daytime outside the palace, and the ghoul puppets that had been patrolling the corridors should have been withdrawn by now.

He formed a hand seal and used the [Cave Illumination] technique, but he didn't notice anything unusual outside the door.

Only in each room did a restless and anxious atmosphere permeate the air.

This was the first time Yan Cheng had summoned corpse cultivators in broad daylight since arriving in this place.

If it were a corpse cultivator with shallower cultivation, the coffin would have to be carried up to the next floor as well.

Otherwise, the yang energy in the air alone would be enough to make it lose control!

"What are those shady characters up to now!"

To avoid arousing suspicion, he didn't want to linger any longer and looked at the silk weaver with a complicated expression:

"If you have ulterior motives, I am not afraid to fight you to the death."

"You just killed a mid-stage cultivator; it should take you some time to process his soul."

The silk weaver said:

"When have I ever killed a mid-stage cultivator?"

Yan Cheng was about to leave when her words abruptly stopped him in his tracks, and he turned around abruptly:

"That Guan Caishun... wasn't it you who did it?"

The silk weaver replied:

"I've never heard of that name before."

"But all mid-stage corpse cultivators reside on the fourth level, and I've never been to the fourth level, so how could I possibly kill this person?"

These words struck Yan Cheng like a thunderbolt.

He exuded a chilling aura, his thoughts racing like a runaway horse, and he slammed the door shut with a blank expression.