Wen Ran's eyes flashed with a sharp glint. "You're weak right now, so don't struggle. It will only make things worse for you, trust me." Wen Ran's voice was laced with a cunning smile, his intentions clear. He had no plans of letting go of this precious material. He had acquired the soul of a powerful cultivator, and he intended to use it to his fullest advantage. If I remember correctly from my past life, there were alchemists who could infuse souls into their pills, he thought, those vile cultivators slaughtered countless innocents, but they grew strong at an alarming pace. And with my technique, I can recklessly pursue that power without burning myself. How could I possibly pass up such an opportunity?