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Mo Kui lay slumped in a crater in the corner of the wall.

He felt like a piece of sugarcane dregs that had been squeezed dry of all its juice.

His Devilish Qi was scattered.

His Dao Heart was shattered.

The dignity of a Golden Immortal had been smashed to pieces by that single sword strike.

In his hand, he still clutched a gold-glittering card and a slip of paper that read "Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill Experience Voucher".

He couldn't understand it.

His brain could no longer process this scene, which was absurd to the extreme.

The restaurant was very quiet.

Only the crisp "clack-clack" sound of the golden abacus in the fat man's hand remained.

That sound was like a small hammer, tapping neither too lightly nor too heavily on the heart of every Devil Cultivator present.

"Boss."

Wang Duojin completely ignored the gazes filled with terror, shock, and confusion surrounding him.

He walked straight up to the restaurant owner, who was already pale with fear and trembling like chaff.

A commercial smile, as warm as a spring breeze, hung on his face.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not a bad guy—ah, ptooey, I'm not a bad person."

"Let's talk business."

He pointed at the chaotic restaurant.

"Your shop has good feng shui and a great location."

"It's just that the decoration style is too poor, lacking corporate culture."

"How about this: I'll buy your shop for five times the price."

"From today on, you will be the first branch manager of our 'Myriad Dao Real Estate Dry Bone City Branch'."

"A monthly salary of one thousand Low Grade Immortal Stones, a year-end bonus of two months' salary, plus dividends. Do well, and in the future, I'll give you stock options to make you a shareholder."

"How about it? Consider it?"

The restaurant owner's lips trembled, unable to say a single word.

He wanted to refuse.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw the man in green robes standing behind the fat man, his hand already resting back on the hilt of his sword.

He immediately swallowed the word "No" that had reached his lips.

He had no doubt that if he said the wrong word, his head would suffer the same fate as the shattered tables and chairs in the next moment.

"I... I..."

"Stop with the 'I, I, I'." Wang Duojin said with some impatience, pulling a gold-leafed contract he had prepared from his robes.

"Come on, press your handprint, and you'll be one of us."

"Follow me, Wang Duojin, and I guarantee you'll buy a car in three years, a house in five, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of your life!"

Ye Chenfeng's eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.

He felt that this spiel from his Third Junior Brother sounded somewhat familiar.

Just as the restaurant owner was about to be forced to press his handprint, a cold, viscous, and terrifying pressure, like that of a deep-abyss poisonous scorpion, descended silently.

The light in the entire restaurant suddenly dimmed.

The air seemed to congeal into black amber.

An old man in dark red robes, gaunt and thin, with scorpion-shaped devil patterns all over his face, appeared in the center of the restaurant like a ghost.

He hadn't taken the stairs.

He simply appeared, abruptly.

It was as if he had been standing there all along.

Late-stage Golden Immortal!

The old man's gaze was very calm.

He first glanced at Mo Kui, who was like a dead dog on the ground, a flash of undisguised disgust appearing in his eyes.

"Trash."

He spat out two words.

Mo Kui's body trembled violently, and the last spark of light in his eyes extinguished.

Then, the old man's gaze fell on Wang Duojin and lingered for a moment.

That look was like watching an amusing clown jumping up and down.

Finally, his gaze, like two poison-quenched daggers, nailed itself onto Ye Chenfeng.

"Early Stage Heavenly Immortal."

"Sword Cultivator."

"One sword strike, and you shattered Mo Kui's Dao Heart."

The old man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other.

"Young man, you are quite good."

"It's a pity, you shouldn't have come here."

"And you shouldn't have touched the people of my Black Flame Demonic Sect."

The smile on Wang Duojin's face stiffened slightly.

The abacus in his hand also stopped.

He could feel that this old guy in front of him was on a completely different level than the trash on the ground.

That pressure made him feel a trace of palpitations.

But he was the Third Disciple of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect!

He was the future wealthiest man in the heavens!

What kind of scene had he not seen?

"This old gentleman."

Wang Duojin immediately put on an even more enthusiastic smile.

He walked quickly to the Profound Immortal old man, as if he couldn't feel the terrifying pressure capable of crushing a True Immortal at all.

"I see that your forehead is shining, your temples are full, and you are surrounded by Devilish Qi—you are clearly someone destined for great things!"

"Meeting is fate!"

He flipped his wrist, and another gold-glittering card appeared in his hand.

"Old gentleman, let me introduce myself. I am Wang Duojin, CEO of the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild."

"Our guild is currently expanding our business in the Western Regions. I see that you have the potential to be our general agent for the Western Regions!"

"Come, this is our guild's Supreme Black Gold VIP Card! Get one!"

"If you get a card today, not only will you enjoy a 30% discount, but I will personally give you an autographed signature from our Great Senior Brother!"

"Limited edition! You won't find this deal anywhere else!"

Profound Immortal old man: "..."

His old face, which looked like withered tree bark, twitched.

He had roamed the Western Regions for over ten thousand years, killed countless people, and had a fierce reputation.

He had seen people who weren't afraid of death.

He had seen people who played the fool.

But he had never seen someone who, in the face of his Profound Immortal pressure, still dared to come up and push a business!

Was this fat man's brain broken?

Or did he have something to rely on?

"Myriad Dao Merchant Guild?"

"Myriad Dao Divine Sect?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, muttering the name.

He suddenly remembered something.

A flash of realization and even more intense greed flickered in his eyes.

"So it's you people."

"That bunch of ignorant little mice from the Eastern Regions."

"I heard that you offended the Purple Cloud Sacred Land, but were protected by the Xuantian Immortal Dynasty."

"What? Can't stay in the Eastern Regions anymore, so you ran to my Western Regions to make a living?"

The old man's voice was full of mockery.

Wang Duojin's expression finally sank.

Ye Chenfeng's eyes also turned cold.

"It seems the news traveled faster than I imagined." Ye Chenfeng said calmly.

"Fast?" The old man laughed, a sinister and terrifying sound.

"No, not fast at all."

He extended a finger, dry as a chicken claw.

"Just half an hour ago, Old Demon Black Mountain of the 'Scavengers' issued a highest-level Blood Pursuit Order through the channels of our Black Flame Demonic Sect."

"To hunt down a green-robed Sword Cultivator who possesses the Chaos Sword Body and a space treasure capable of ignoring the Domain of a Golden Immortal."

His gaze locked tightly onto Ye Chenfeng.

"I think that lucky person is you, right?"

Trouble.

They hadn't expected the other side's intelligence network to be this fast!

"Old Demon Black Mountain, that old hag, is an old flame of mine."

The Profound Immortal old man licked his lips, cruel light flickering in his eyes.

"The price she offered is very tempting."

"Chaos Sword Body, space treasure."

"Tsk tsk tsk, any one of them is enough to make a Golden Immortal go crazy."

"I was originally planning to try my luck in the Eastern Regions after the 'Demon Child Assembly'."

"I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to my doorstep."

He stuck out his tongue and licked his cracked lips, as if admiring the most delicious prey.

"Heaven truly helps me!"

A terrifying murderous intent instantly locked onto Ye Chenfeng and Wang Duojin!

"Great Senior Brother!" Wang Duojin sent a Divine Thought transmission, his voice unprecedentedly grave.

"This old thing is a Late-stage Profound Immortal! He's harder to deal with than those three Scavengers combined!"

"You go first! I'll hold him off!"

As he spoke, he secretly reached for his storage ring.

Inside the ring was his trump card, a life-saving Formation Plate.

It was an Immortal Lord-level one-time kill array bestowed by their Revered Master!

Although using it would make his heart ache until it dripped blood, he couldn't care about that now!

Ye Chenfeng did not respond.

He just slowly raised the sword in his hand.

The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground.

Gray Chaos Sword Qi flowed slowly around him like breathing.

His eyes were calm and fearless.

"You want to kill me?" He asked, looking at the Profound Immortal old man.

"Kill you?" The old man laughed.

"No, no, no."

"A treasure like you, killing you directly would be too wasteful."

"I will slowly dismantle your bones, study your flesh and blood, and peel away your Divine Soul."

"I want to see what the Chaos Sword Body actually tastes like."

"As for your fat Junior Brother."

He glanced at Wang Duojin.

"I will refine him into a Pig Demon Puppet that only knows how to count money."

"Let him manage finances for my Black Flame Demonic Sect for all eternity."

"Hahahaha!"

He let out a harsh, wild laugh.

However.

His laughter stopped abruptly.

Because he saw.

That green-robed Sword Cultivator was actually smiling too.

The smile was very faint.

It carried a trace of pity.

And a trace of mockery.

"It seems you don't know yet." Ye Chenfeng said softly.

"Don't know what?" The old man asked subconsciously.

"Just an hour ago."

"The 'Scavengers' organization you mentioned."

"Three Immortal Lords, thirty-seven Golden Immortals, one hundred and eight strongholds."

Ye Chenfeng paused, saying word by word.

"Have already been wiped from the Immortal Realm."

The old man's pupils shrank to the size of needle points!

"Impossible! You're lying!" He screamed, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

"Old Demon Black Mountain is an Immortal Lord! Who could..."

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Because he saw.

That fat man took out a water mirror.

On the water mirror, light swirled.

It presented a scene of ruins burning with ice-blue flames.

Countless broken corpses were frozen in eternal ice crystals.

And in the center of the ruins.

A woman in white, with a peerlessly beautiful face and an icy temperament, was floating quietly in the air.

Under her feet, she was stepping on a giant head with eyes wide open in death.

That head was none other than Old Demon Black Mountain!

"Hum!"

The Profound Immortal old man's head felt as if it had been smashed by a ten-thousand-ton hammer!

A blank space!

"A friendly reminder."

Wang Duojin put away the water mirror and said with a smile.

"This is our Myriad Dao Divine Sect's Second Senior Sister."

"Her services are quite expensive."

"Usually, they are charged by the Sect."

"Also."

Wang Duojin pointed at Ye Chenfeng.

"Our Great Senior Brother is also very expensive."

"You just threatened him and even wanted to turn him into research material."

"According to our Myriad Dao Merchant Guild's valuation."

"All the assets of you and the Black Flame Demonic Sect behind you combined."

"Might not be enough to compensate for our Great Senior Brother's mental distress damages."

"So."

Wang Duojin spread his hands, the smile on his face becoming incomparably brilliant.

"Old gentleman."

"Have you decided how you want to die?"