Pu Jue had gray hair and purple eyes. A bright yellow robe covered his lean frame, and from the moment he opened his mouth, he seemed utterly forceful and contemptuous. 

Unlike ordinary Spiritual Revolution cultivators, his blood and qi were as firm as iron and dense as a mountain. Every movement had imposing momentum.

Huan Tianxu and the other four Spiritual Revolution cultivators Su Yi had killed previously weren’t even remotely comparable to Pu Jue.

Even Ye Changchun of the Kunwu Mountain Ye Family was slightly inferior.

Su Yi could tell at a glance that although Pu Jue was a Purple Moon Fox, he wasn’t a soul cultivator. Rather, he was a body cultivator, someone who proved his Dao through the power of his fleshly body!

This was rather unusual. After all, the Purple Moon Foxes' loftiest inheritances were all true sacred canons of soul cultivation.

However, Su Yi quickly understood.

There was no doubt about it. The Purple Moon Foxes had realized that soul cultivators’ methods were completely useless against him, which was why they’d instead sent Pu Jue, a body cultivator.

“Young lord Su, this time will be different. If at all possible, please return our Baleful Metal Gourd and refrain...