I Can Accumulate Proficiency, Starting from Alchemy

“Right, when I participated in the grand competition held jointly between our sect and the Yuan Beast Sect, I noticed that the evil beasts controlled by their cultivators, when looking at strangers, had a similar look in their eyes as Elder Brother Wei did before he went berserk.”

The words of Tian Chengxu made Han Yi mostly certain about his guess.

Zhuo Qun’s disappearance and Wei Tushen’s madness couldn’t be detached from the Yuan Beast Sect in any way.

A moment later.

Han Yi left the Profound Immortal Pavilion grounds in a flash. Before leaving, he instructed Tian Chengxu not to worry since Supreme Elder Zhuge Wu You would be arriving later, and to carry on with his own tasks in the meantime.

With the Light Body Technique of the Return to the Truth and the Disguise Technique, unless he was face-to-face with Gold Core cultivators or there was a Nascent Soul Sovereign nearby, it was nearly impossible for anyone to discover traces of Han Yi.

In less than ten breaths, he returned to the window of the tavern from where he had escaped and then returned to his room, closing the window and door and setting up the Seven-Star Mysterious Origin Formation.

Upon reflecting, knowing that Yuan Beast Sect was the prime suspect wasn’t really an achievement for him this time. Because even if he hadn’t come, Zhuge Wu You would have found the secret compartment and known upon reading the note. So, this trip felt like it was for a futile display.

Shaking his head, Han Yi thought that since there was nothing left to investigate, it was time to wait for Zhuge Wu You. Meanwhile, he would continue to cultivate. Thinking this, he pulled out a Spirit Stone and started cultivating.

A quarter of an hour later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his face turning pale.

“It’s not right.”

By the time Han Yi realized something was off, it was already too late. An eerie intangible energy had already fused with the Spirit Energy within him due to his cultivation exercise. It infiltrated his body and congealed inside the Sea of Consciousness, pervading his Divine Soul. Han Yi only realized the oddity when the energy started to infiltrate his Divine Soul.

This elusive energy was formless and substanceless, impervious to both magic and spiritual consciousness. It only started to manifest when it entered the Sea of Consciousness Space but by that time it was too late for Han Yi to react—It had already merged into his Divine Soul.

His Divine Soul, originally sitting in meditation, suddenly shuddered and rose to its feet, displaying an emerging desire for destruction and wanton killing. A fervent urge to tear everything apart and kill on sight spontaneously arose.

Simultaneously, the pupils of his physical body turned blood-red. His eyes betrayed a bloodthirsty lust, making him resemble a Demon Cultivator on the verge of losing control.

“Damn it.”

Han Yi furiously closed his eyes and let out a low growl. His Divine Soul in the Sea of Consciousness transformed into a Soul Tower. But this transformation, which was usually reliable, managed to suppress the destructive urges merely but not eliminate them completely. Any carelessness could lead to another episode of uncontrolled outburst.

“This must be the reason why Wei Tushen went berserk and killed people.”

“Moreover, Zhuo Qun’s disappearance might also be due to a similar scheme. Having sensed something amiss, he hastily left behind a scribbled note before heading elsewhere. The lack of news thereafter suggests that he might have been killed.”

These two thoughts crossed Han Yi’s mind, channeling his barely sufficient energy. Even so, the destructive desire that he was suppressing within his Soul Tower rebounded fiercely, nearly leading him to lose control. He had no choice but to abandon all distractions and focus on suppressing his violent impulses.

As Han Yi was channeling all his mental energy into suppressing the destructive urge that had surged without warning, a shadow suddenly flashed in his room.

The shadow walked up to Han Yi, its eyes filled with naked killing intent, with no attempt to hide it.

“No matter what grievances you have with the Profound Immortal Pavilion, your unintentional interference at this time seals your fate. You must die to prevent further complications.”

“Blame your luck for being so poor.”

The shadow pointed at Han Yi. The small shadow on its shoulder, no larger than a palm, suddenly jumped off and in the instant it touched the ground, it transformed into a two-meter-tall beast.

No, not an evil beast. Judging from its energy, it should be a Demon Cultivator. Moreover, a Gold Core stage Demon Cultivator. Due to being under a contract, it was not in its human form but acting in its original beast form.

Within the Seven-Star Mysterious Origin Formation, Han Yi suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils fluctuated rapidly, glowing red, trembling on the verge of losing control.

“Yuan Beast Sect, Que Chen!”

He growled, pushing him closer towards the edge of the killing frenzy. He was teetering on the brink of complete loss of control.

“Hmm?”

The sudden appearance of the shadow led to a sharp intake of breath. It hadn’t expected Han Yi to know its name, leading to a slight change in its complexion. It swiftly conveyed its thoughts to its contracted beast, the Golden Beast.

In the Seven-Star Mysterious Origin Formation, Han Yi now held a Spiritual Talisman.

A third-stage Spiritual Talisman: Tri-Spirit Falling Immortal Talisman.

His Divine Soul had been contaminated, incapacitating him to employ even a tenth of his actual strength. This talisman was his only chance.

It happened too fast.

The menace arrived too suddenly, leaving him without any time to react.

The desire for massacre and destruction that had surged in his Divine Soul seemed to be the effect of some kind of poison designed to taint the soul. It could plunge you into a destructive frenzy and there was no guard against it.

All strength proved futile against this poison.

There was no time to ponder for Han Yi as every additional thought pushed the sense of loss of control in his Divine Soul further towards the edge.

Facing imminent death, he managed to barely take out the third-stage Spiritual Talisman.

However, at the moment of life and death when he took out the talisman, a peculiar change occurred inside the Sea of Consciousness Space.

The black orb, hanging high in the Sea of Consciousness Space, which maintained an indifferent attitude towards the Divine Soul, the Soul Sword, and the Soul Skill and kept spontaneously attracting the gray-white energy around, suddenly rotated half a cycle..