The bone tooth pierced into Lu Yusheng's temple.
"Extract his soul."
A thought crossed Zhou Xuan's mind, and the white bone tooth swiftly turned pitch black.
Lu Yusheng's soul was useful to Zhou Xuan, while simultaneously appeasing the hunger of the Blood Well yearning for sacrifices.
"Well, leave this man's soul intact. The rest, you may consume."
Lu Yusheng, being a City God, was deeply aligned with the Taoist sect. To craft the "Wordless Heavenly Scripture" tattoo, the soul of a Taoist was required, and his soul could serve as a replacement.
Inside the bone tooth, there already resided the soul of a Taoist—Monk Zhu Jiu's dual souls of "Buddha" and "Tao."
Yet Zhou Xuan was reluctant to use it. Monk Zhu Jiu carried the strength of eight incense offerings—his divine soul was far more powerful than an average soul. At the current progress of Zhou Xuan's tattoo, which spanned less than five inches, it was more prudent to save it for later.
