Chapter 1918 — 1918: Extracting Their Memories

"Senior Sister Yan's situation, huh?" An awkward expression appeared on Sun Ling Cai's face. "It's a bit complicated."

Seeing Sun Ling Cai's expression, Yuan frowned and asked, "Did something bad happen to her?"

"What? Oh, it's nothing like that, but… it might take some time to explain, so let's continue this chat later." Sun Ling Cai's gaze shifted to the sealed Demon Worshipper.

Yuan realized what she was trying to say and nodded, "You're right. Let's continue this conversation after we deal with the Demon Worshippers. I was going to interrogate them, but if you have other plans, please let me know."

"That's exactly what I was going to do," Sun Ling Cai said. "I need to know more about their activities."

Sect Leader Yun then spoke, "In that case, you can interrogate them at my sect. I'll prepare a place for you."

"Thank you."

While they brought the Demon Worshippers to the Frozen Cloud Ethereal Sect, Tan Songyun asked Yuan, "What about your training?"

"It's done. Even if I continued training at the Extreme Yin Lake, my cold resistance wouldn't improve further… No, to be more accurate, it'll take too long to see any decent improvements."

"Already? It's only been half a day since you started training at the Extreme Yin Lake…" Tan Songyun looked at him with a dumbfounded face.

Yuan silently shrugged.

Upon arriving at the Frozen Cloud Ethereal Sect, Sect Leader Yun sent all of the disciples to medical to ensure they were not injured before arranging a place for Sun Ling Cai and Yuan to interrogate the Demon Worshippers.

"N-No matter what you do to me, I won't say anything!" the partially sealed Demon Worshipper exclaimed, his voice trembling with defiance as he was forcibly placed inside a prison. His body felt heavy, and his spiritual energy was completely suppressed by Yuan's Demon Sealing Aura.

"I don't doubt it. You probably can't reveal anything even if you wanted to," Sun Ling Cai calmly remarked.

It was common practice among Demon Worshippers to curse themselves, a ruthless safeguard ensuring their secrets remained buried.

These self-inflicted curses acted as a deadly failsafe—if a Demon Worshipper even attempted to reveal any information, their body would detonate instantly, reducing them to nothing but blood and ash before a single word could leave their lips. Because of this, interrogating Demon Worshippers was notoriously difficult.

Sun Ling Cai continued in a cold voice, "Unfortunately for you, I have plenty of ways to extract information from you without even needing you to open your mouth. However, these methods are quite cruel and have a high chance of killing you. Even if you somehow manage to survive, you'll most certainly be crippled for life. These methods are too cruel to use on humans, but you're a Demon Worshipper—pests that cannot be considered humans."

The Demon Worshipper's face twisted with fear and horror after hearing such words.

Sun Ling Cai turned to Yuan and asked, "You don't mind, right?"

Yuan shook his head and said, "You can skin him alive for all I care. Once you're done with him, I'll unseal the others so that you can interrogate them as well."

"Thank you for your assistance."

In the next moment, Sun Ling Cai retrieved a massive paintbrush, its size comparable to that of a greatsword. With a swift, deliberate motion, she pressed the tip of the brush against the Demon Worshipper's forehead.

For a brief moment, nothing happened. Then—she suddenly swiped the brush in a perfect arc, and from the Demon Worshipper's forehead, a black orb of light was forcibly dragged out, writhing with a sinister energy.

Without hesitation, Sun Ling Cai guided the orb toward an empty scroll she had prepared. The moment the black orb entered the painting, the scroll came to life, ink flowing across its surface as a picture quickly formed.

As for the Demon Worshipper, the moment the black orb of light was forcibly extracted, he let out a bloodcurdling scream, his voice laced with sheer agony.

His face convulsed violently, with veins bulging as if something within him was being ripped apart. It was as though the very essence of his existence was being forcefully unraveled.

The hysterical screams lasted for only a brief moment before his head suddenly went limp. Just like that, the Demon Worshipper perished.

"I have extracted the memories of that Demon Worshipper, but I could only extract about ten years—his last ten years. Hopefully, there is something useful." Sun Ling Cai said as she poured her spiritual energy into the painting.

A glowing string appeared from the painting and attached itself to Sun Ling Cai's forehead, showing the Demon Worshipper's last ten years of memories.

Sometime later, Sun Ling Cai opened her eyes and shook her head with a disappointed expression.

"He was just a lackey. Besides being ordered to capture female maidens, he didn't know anything. Do you want to take a look? It's quite nasty, so I don't really recommend it," Sun Ling Cai looked at Yuan.

"No, it's fine." Yuan politely refused. Although Sun Ling Cai acted nonchalantly, reading another's memory was a dangerous act.

Memories were not just images and thoughts; they carried the essence of a person's experiences, emotions, and even their will.

To extract and absorb them was to open oneself to the lingering traces of the person's soul, an act that could be incredibly dangerous, especially when dealing with Demon Worshippers, whose very existence was steeped in corruption.

If Sun Ling Cai wasn't careful, the malice and twisted beliefs of the Demon Worshipper could seep into her consciousness, corrupting her own thoughts and emotions.

However, Yuan wasn't worried the memories could corrupt him. He just didn't want to subject himself to such unpleasant memories, especially when it wasn't necessary.

"But if it gets too hard for you, I can look at them instead," he said.

Sun Ling Cai smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about me. I've extracted hundreds of Demon Worshippers' memories before without any issues."