Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1232 - 1232 72 Capturing the Purple Emperor_3

Chapter 1232: Chapter 72: Capturing the Purple Emperor!_3 Chapter 1232: Chapter 72: Capturing the Purple Emperor!_3 For the sake of long-term planning, the core of malicious intent had to be abandoned in the rescue efforts.

The voice of the Purple Emperor, filled with grinding teeth, resonated through the air.

“Qing Ming! Yellow Wind! Dark Cloud… You guys, to be so heartless! If one day you meet the Master and Senior Uncles, what excuse will you have to offer! How will you face them!”

“Is this how you torment your brothers from the past!”

The piercing cries grew fainter.

But on this side, everyone seemed deaf to it, their faces full of disdain and contempt.

Yellow Wind, Dark Cloud, and Lan Dan even turned their heads and spat on the ground.

“Ptooey!”

For such a Purple Emperor, they didn’t want to waste a single word on him!

It would only sully their own speech!

What was there to say!

Get lost, you bastard!

When they returned to their camp, Qing Ming’s face was filled with excitement.

“We’ve captured a significant number of these malevolent spirits this time, to be experimented on by various sects. But while we experiment, we should still try to do it collectively, preferably under the supervision of Doctor Feng!”

“Don’t step out of Doctor Feng’s divine consciousness range.”

After all, any ingenious ideas or mysterious techniques had to be built on the life energy controlled by Feng Yin; without this protection and assistance,

Once the evil spirits escaped and dispersed, it would be beyond saving for anyone.

As Qing Ming said, they had captured not just hundreds, but millions of malevolent spirits from a hundred people—each one possessed tens of millions!

And they had even captured a wisp of the Purple Emperor’s soul.

It was a tremendous victory!

Before this, Qing Ming and others wouldn’t dare to even dream of such a glorious outcome!

However, amidst the triumph, the most taboo thing was to get carried away and loss caution—carelessness was not allowed.

“From the soul fragment of the Purple Emperor, we should be able to find out some things. Doctor Feng, would you like to join us?”

Qing Ming inquired.

“Exactly my wish!”

Feng Yin laughed, “Speaking of which, it seems I have yet to face the legendary Purple Emperor in person!”

This was true; Feng Yin’s grudge with the Purple Emperor ran deep, they already had undying enmity, but when it came to a face-to-face confrontation, it had always been just out of reach!

Feng Ying poked his head out from Feng Yin’s embrace, his lively eyes flashed with a vengeful look.

The Purple Emperor had finally been caught.

Although it was just a soul fragment.

But after this, the Purple Emperor’s soul fragment would no longer be able to create any other avatars or fragments, marking the final countdown to his doom.

“The Nine Colors soul division, the Purple Emperor truly practiced it well. Damn it, he’s caused us a lot of trouble.”

Lan Dan huffed.

A thought struck Feng Yin, “The Purple Emperor has a soul fragment, but what about White Rainbow?”

“One knows one’s own affairs best; since the Purple Emperor has devoured White Rainbow, he certainly would not spare White Rainbow’s soul fragment—most likely it’s completely annihilated.”

Qing Ming sighed, “Nevertheless, we still need to ask the Purple Emperor himself.”

“But the question is, do we have a specific method for interrogating a soul fragment?”

Feng Yin asked, “Are common soul-searching techniques suitable?”

“Ahem…”

As Feng Yin spoke these words, the faces of all the other venerable ones present showed signs of embarrassment.

This touched upon a blind spot: who had ever interrogated a ghost?

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way. When we get to that bridge, we’ll cross it. By brainstorming together, we will surely find a method. Anyway, the Purple Emperor is now trapped like a turtle in a jar, he can’t escape.”

Feng Yin pondered: “Right, I have a thought… Who will find some black dog blood, black cat blood, black donkey blood, etc., folk tales are passed down through the ages for a reason, it’s worth a try…”

Feng Ying instantly made an unhappy sound.

That’s way out of line.

Feng Yin corrected himself: “Black dog blood and black donkey blood will do, cough cough…”

The crowd looked on with odd expressions: “Doctor Feng, are you serious?”

“Deadly serious, this method might really work!”

Inside a specially excavated cave.

A small pine tree emerged, and at the tip of its three-foot long branch, a rich green energy condensed, full of vibrant life.

And within that rich green energy, a human shape was enveloped, revealing only a phantom-like head, resembling the Purple Emperor, not his soul fragment yet somehow related.

At this moment, the shackled soul fragment of the Purple Emperor still looked at Qing Ming, Yellow Wind, Dark Cloud, Hidden Blade, and others, as well as… Doctor Feng on one side, with a cold smirk on his face.

The arrogance of the Purple Emperor’s soul fragment wasn’t unfounded—after all, Qing Ming and the others had taken all known measures, using them in turns, but none had any effect on the soul fragment.

If there were still methods unused, it would be nothing more than complete dispersion and obliteration, to make it disappear utterly.

But the thing was… the Purple Emperor’s current state was already that of complete dispersion.

Utter annihilation couldn’t make him feel enough pain and fear, let alone reveal the information they wanted to know.

“Heh heh heh…”

The Purple Emperor laughed brazenly, his malicious gaze dead set on Qing Ming.

“Qing Ming, you didn’t expect this, did you? After so much trouble and countless efforts to capture me, you can’t achieve your desire and end up in vain—I know what you all want. Let me tell you the truth; anything you can think of, I’ve thought of as well. You may easily obliterate me, but to get any information from my mouth, that’s wishful thinking… Heh heh, don’t say I’m just a soul fragment, even when I was in full flesh, did you think it possible?”

He laughed heartily, “I, the Purple Emperor, am I the type to confess under severe torture?”