Just as Rui’er was preparing to sacrifice herself, Ye Haochuan suddenly trembled all over, leaning close to her ear with difficulty, saying, "Silver Needle, give me the Silver Needle..."

Rui’er instantly reacted, quickly taking out a piece of pure silver from her ring, using her Spiritual Energy to forcibly mold it into a Silver Needle.

Rui’er’s cultivation had now reached the level of Half-Step Immortal Transformation, achieving this was a breeze for her.

Ye Haochuan swiftly grabbed the Silver Needle with his right hand, piercing it into his Huiyin Acupoint.

The Huiyin Acupoint is the passage for the essence of body and spirit, connecting to the earth’s energy below, complementing the weather received by the Baihui Acupoint, bringing clarity to the mind. Additionally, it has a miraculous effect in regulating physiology, which was exactly what Ye Haochuan needed at that moment.

With the Silver Needle inserted, Ye Haochuan immediately felt a lot clearer in his head, and the agitation in his chest dissipated somewhat.

However, this Pill was meant for cultivators, and its effects were quite potent. Ye Haochuan realized it would take some effort to completely dispel it.

Fortunately, the alchemy level of the Tianxi World was really not high, and Xierui clearly didn’t specially find an Alchemist for its refinement. Otherwise, Ye Haochuan, with only an ordinary person’s body, would have exploded and died upon swallowing the Pill.

"Control these women!" Ye Haochuan, having regained a bit of consciousness, quickly instructed Rui’er.

Without hesitation, Rui’er unleashed her Half-Step Immortal cultivation, instantly knocking all the women unconscious.

Ye Haochuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, saying with difficulty, "Thank you!"

"You don’t need to thank me, I just don’t want to owe you too much!"

Rui’er showed some regret on her face, saying, "At that time, I truly didn’t know that Lord Xierui would treat you like this after recovering, otherwise I definitely wouldn’t have..."

"It’s not your fault, you were forced into it!" Ye Haochuan managed a faint smile.

Rui’er’s gaze instantly softened, and upon looking at Ye Haochuan again, there was a trace of emotion.

"How should I help you?" After a long while, seeing Ye Haochuan still struggling, Rui’er asked.

"I do need your help to dispel the Pill’s effect!" Ye Haochuan lay on the ground, speaking with difficulty, "Channel your Spiritual Energy through the Silver Needle into my body, and then follow my guidance to operate it inside me..."

"Through the Silver Needle..." Rui’er glanced at the position of the Silver Needle, her face suddenly reddening like blood.

But obviously, this was not the time to pay attention to such things. She gritted her teeth, eventually letting her jade-like hand move downward.

The Huiyin Acupoint’s position was very close to certain areas, so even with care, she unintentionally touched them.

Touching a man’s area for the first time, Rui’er felt a strange indescribable feeling arise within her, leaving her somewhat flustered.

Fortunately, she was someone who had weathered great storms, quickly suppressing the surge inside her, promptly channeling Spiritual Energy according to Ye Haochuan’s direction.

The Pill’s effect in Ye Haochuan’s body quickly dispersed, and about ten minutes later, Ye Haochuan finally returned to normal.

"It’s a pity, we don’t know the method Xierui used to make you lose all your cultivation, otherwise..." Rui’er said with some regret.

"Her method is indeed strange..."

Ye Haochuan also couldn’t help but sigh, glancing again at the tall statue, saying, "Though, I roughly know what method she used."

Completely unable to drive Flower Energy and Spiritual Energy, yet the Dantian was undamaged; this feeling was just like Lin Qingxuan back then, right?

Obviously, his aptitude and cultivation had been completely stripped away by Xierui and hidden within this eight-winged statue.

"You know? That’s great, then hurry and restore your cultivation!" Rui’er said with joy. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Ye Haochuan shook his head, saying, "Knowing is one thing, but this Heavenly Emissary Standard can only communicate with the angel it recognizes; you and I have no way to deal with it."

Upon hearing this, the slight hope Rui’er had just risen instantly vanished, though she stubbornly said, "If you don’t try, are you resigned to it?"

"Indeed, just dying like this, resigned?" Ye Haochuan’s heart also surged with the same question.

The answer was undoubtedly no; having weathered so many storms, how could he be resigned to just die?

He quickly got up, slowly walking towards that eight-winged statue.

At this moment, Xierui’s sinister voice suddenly sounded from outside the hall: "Ye Haochuan, I didn’t expect you to have some skills, quickly dispelling the Pill’s effect. But you still don’t know, although I’m not inside this hall, the situation within is completely under my control."

Before finishing speaking, Xierui was already slowly flying in with eight wings.

Seeing this, Rui’er turned pale with fright, instantly collapsing to the ground, as if she was anticipating torment and death at Xierui’s hands for helping Ye Haochuan.

"Do you regret?" she silently asked herself.

Since Ye Haochuan was captured by Xierui, she had constantly been in a state of inner conflict. And at this point, facing imminent death, her heart surprisingly provided herself with a negative answer.

Yes, what is there to regret?

Since being sacrificed into this world, all she did every day was extracting others’ Spiritual Energy aptitudes from their endless pain, then in her own extreme suffering, sacrificing everything away.

She couldn’t count how many times she felt herself reduced to a puppet, enslaved without any freedom, constantly fearing for her life.

Ye Haochuan saved her, yet she caused harm to him, making her always guilty. If she could atone for it, what mattered about dying?

Ending this meaningless life, she no longer regrets!

With this thought, Rui’er displayed a bit of martyrdom.

Sadly, Xierui did not give her any attention, flying straight to Ye Haochuan.

"I indeed shouldn’t let you continue living, not inflicting pain on you, but instead disturbing my peace."

Xierui strangely muttered: "Go to hell with not wanting you to die easily, harming both you and me. Now, I’ll let you, and myself, be completely freed."

With that, Xierui began chanting a Spell.

After a while, strands of black lines emerged from the eight-winged angel statue, pouring into Ye Haochuan’s body.

Ye Haochuan only felt his vitality rapidly drained by these black lines.

He wanted to resist but had no power, merely sensing his body weaken and age.

A few seconds later, Ye Haochuan’s body was emaciated to skin and bones, resembling withered kindling.

His heart stopped beating at that moment, and all signs of life vanished.

Xierui quietly watched all of this, experiencing an inexplicable sadness, like losing a cherished object.

"What are you thinking? He’s my enemy, torturing me endlessly; killing him is entirely justified!"

Xierui silently chanted, seemingly convincing herself, before turning her cold gaze towards Rui’er.