165: We're professionals at raiding homes.

As Ye Chenfeng's voice fell.

The top floor of the pavilion fell into a brief silence.

The abacus in Wang Duojin's hand stopped.

He raised his head, looking at his Senior Brother's calm face, his mind racing.

A pond?

Drain it dry?

He understood.

"Senior Brother is wise!"

A light more brilliant than Immortal Stones instantly bloomed on Wang Duojin's face.

He slapped his thigh and pulled out a large stack of freshly printed registers and a pile of blank contract Jade Slips from his storage ring.

"I'll get right on it!"

"I guarantee that before the Demon Child Assembly begins, Old Demon Black Flame won't even have a pair of underpants left!"

He turned to rush downstairs.

"Wait."

Ye Chenfeng called him back.

"We'll go together."

Wang Duojin was stunned.

"Senior Brother, for such a small matter, there's no need for you to do it yourself."

"Just leave it to me, I'll make sure it's handled perfectly."

"No." Ye Chenfeng shook his head.

"We are going there to be reasonable."

"Being reasonable requires a sense of ritual."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over every Junior Brother and Junior Sister present.

"Everyone, change into your Sect robes."

"Today, our Myriad Dao Divine Sect will give everyone in Dry Bone City an open lesson."

Fifteen minutes later.

On the main road of Dry Bone City.

Eight figures walked side by side.

They had all changed into purple-gold-trimmed myriad dao immortal robes.

Their robes fluttered, and their divine light was restrained.

Walking at the very front was Ye Chenfeng.

He held an ancient sword, his expression indifferent, and every step he took seemed to resonate with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Beside him was Zhao Wuyou, carrying the dragon emperor halberd.

His golden hair flew, and his dragon prestige was awe-inspiring; his overbearing aura made the buildings on both sides of the street tremble slightly.

Wang Duojin followed behind, holding a huge golden abacus, his face glowing red like a landlord about to inspect his properties.

Gongsun Yan, Bai Jinnian, Ye Wushang, Chen Qianhuan, and Hua Ying were lined up on either side.

Some were full of vitality, some possessed an eternal noble spirit, some had a grim Devilish Qi, and some were eerily unpredictable.

Eight distinctly different yet equally terrifying auras intertwined.

They formed a torrent that made every prying Divine Thought tremble with fear.

They did not deliberately release their pressure.

But wherever they passed, all demonic cultivators lowered their heads.

They didn't even dare to look directly at them.

Ghost Fiend followed at the very back of the group, his legs weak, feeling as if he were in a bizarre nightmare.

He had never thought.

That one day, he would "review" the streets of Dry Bone City in this manner.

What were these people going to do?

Where were they going?

"First stop."

Wang Duojin glanced at the map in his hand and pointed to a building ahead, the tallest one, built entirely of black crystal.

"Black Gold Pavilion."

"The Black Flame Demonic Sect's largest property in Dry Bone City; it monopolizes seventy percent of the city's Ore trade."

"Let's go collect the rent."

At the entrance of the Black Gold Pavilion.

Two rows, a total of sixteen Heavenly Immortal demonic cultivator guards, held war halberds with fierce auras.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng's group walking straight toward them, the guard captain at the head immediately stepped forward and shouted sharply.

"Halt! This is the restricted area of the Black Gold Pavilion, unauthorized persons are prohi—"

He was unable to finish his sentence.

Zhao Wuyou merely gave him a faint glance.

That guard captain felt an irresistible and terrifying dragon prestige crush down like an immemorial divine mountain!

"Thud!"

His knees buckled, and he actually knelt down on the spot!

The war halberd in his hand also fell to the ground with a "clang".

The dozen or so guards behind him were even worse off.

Their faces were pale, their bodies shaking like sieves, and they couldn't even stand steadily.

Ye Chenfeng's group acted as if they didn't see them.

They walked straight into the gates of the Black Gold Pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, the space was vast.

Countless rare Ores were displayed in crystal cabinets, flickering with various colors of light.

Dozens of demonic cultivators were bargaining with the shop's manager.

Seeing this group of uninvited guests with such incredibly powerful auras, everyone was stunned.

A fat True Immortal Realm manager, covered in jewels, frowned and came forward to meet them.

"Are you here to buy Ore or sell Ore?"

"If there's nothing, please do not..."

"We are here to take back our property."

Wang Duojin interrupted him and slammed the golden abacus in his hand heavily onto the counter!

"From now on."

"This shop is named Wan."

The fat manager was stunned for three breaths.

Then, he laughed.

He laughed so hard he doubled over.

"Hahaha! Did I hear that right?"

"Take back the property?"

"Kid, do you know whose territory this is? Do you know who I am?"

"I am an outer disciple of the Black Flame Demonic Sect..."

"Noisy."

Bai Jinnian frowned.

He tapped the air with the spring and autumn brush in his hand.

A golden character for "Restrict" appeared out of thin air, flashed, and vanished into the fat manager's mouth.

The fat manager's laughter stopped abruptly.

He discovered to his horror that he couldn't say a single word!

He could only make desperate "wuwuwu" sounds.

"Alright, the world is quiet now."

Wang Duojin nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at the customers and staff who were completely dumbfounded.

"Everyone, this shop is conducting an inventory today and is temporarily closed."

"Everyone, leave immediately."

No one dared to move.

No one dared to speak.

"It seems everyone isn't very cooperative with our work."

Wang Duojin shook his head, looking troubled.

He looked at Zhao Wuyou.

"Fourth Junior Brother, please give them a hand."

Zhao Wuyou understood.

He gently tapped the dragon emperor halberd in his hand against the floor.

"Boom—!"

The entire Black Gold Pavilion shook violently!

A visible golden shockwave erupted from him as the center!

Inside the pavilion, all the iron-hard black crystal floors were instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks!

The crystal cabinets displaying the Ores all shattered at once!

Countless rare Ores scattered all over the floor.

"Ah!"

"My eyes!"

"Run!"

The customers and staff finally snapped out of their shock.

They scrambled and rushed out of the Black Gold Pavilion.

As if a prehistoric beast were chasing them from behind.

In an instant.

The massive Black Gold Pavilion was left with only Ye Chenfeng's group of eight and the silenced fat manager.

"Alright, now we can have a proper talk."

Wang Duojin walked up to the manager and patted his fat cheeks with a smile.

"Hand over the Black Gold Pavilion's ledgers, land deeds, and the keys to the warehouse."

The manager shook his head frantically, his eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.

"It seems you're still not being obedient enough."

Gongsun Yan walked over.

She extended a slender finger and lightly tapped the manager's brow.

A wisp of emerald-green vitality entered his body.

"Your Demonic Technique cultivation has gone wrong."

"Every full moon night, your Devilish Qi flows backward, and your organs feel like they're burning, right?"

Gongsun Yan's voice was soft and pleasant.

But to the manager's ears, it was no different from a thunderclap.

He widened his eyes in horror, looking at the Fairy-like woman before him.

How did she know?!

This was his biggest secret!

"I have a Medicinal Pill here."

Gongsun Yan opened her palm, and a green Medicinal Pill emitting a vast aura of life lay quietly in her hand.

"It can cure your chronic ailment."

She paused, her tone shifting.

"Of course, I can also amplify your pain a hundredfold."

"Letting you slowly turn into a pool of bloody pus amidst endless suffering."

"You choose."

The manager's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

He had no doubt that this woman, who looked the most harmless, could do exactly what she said.

He nodded frantically.

Then, he scrambled and rushed toward the inner hall.

Soon, he ran out holding a large pile of Jade Slip ledgers and a string of black keys, placing them respectfully before Wang Duojin.

"Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"

Wang Duojin satisfiedly collected the items.

"Cooperation is the only way to a win-win situation."

Just then.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion came from the top floor of the pavilion!

A terrifying Devilish Qi, not a bit weaker than Old Scorpion's, erupted!

"What scoundrels dare to run wild in my Black Gold Pavilion!"

A one-eyed old man wearing the robes of a Black Flame Demonic Sect Elder crashed through the roof and appeared above everyone.

Late-stage Golden Immortal!

Another Late-stage Golden Immortal!

He was the Grand Elder sent by the Black Flame Demonic Sect to guard the Black Gold Pavilion, Black Fiend.

As soon as he appeared, his single eye shot out two terrifying rays of light, locking onto Ye Chenfeng.

"What audacity! After killing Old Scorpion, you still dare to come to my Black Gold Pavilion and act so insolently!"

"Today, none of you should even think about leaving!"

He had obviously already received the news.

"Another one here to deliver his head."

Wang Duojin curled his lip and instinctively wanted to pull out a Formation Plate.

"I'll do it."

Ye Wushang, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

He slowly took a step forward.

Black Devilish Qi diffused out from his body.

That Devilish Qi was completely different from Black Fiend's.

Black Fiend's Devilish Qi was violent, bloody, and full of destruction.

But Ye Wushang's Devilish Qi was deathly silent and profound, as if it came from the endless abyss beneath the Nine Netherworlds.

That was the Origin Demonic Intent that stood above all Demonic Paths!

"Hmm?"

A flash of suspicion and surprise crossed Black Fiend's single eye.

He actually felt a hint of a threat from this Heavenly Immortal kid before him?

Absurd!

"Junior, you're seeking death!"

He wasted no more words, forming a claw with one hand and striking down!

A huge ghost claw condensed from pure Devilish Qi tore through the air, heading straight for Ye Wushang with a piercing whistle!

Facing this strike that was enough to crush a True Immortal.

Ye Wushang remained expressionless.

He merely looked up.

In those ink-black eyes, it seemed as if ten thousand demons were roaring.

"Ten Thousand Demons."

He softly uttered three words.

"Suppressing Hell."

"Buzz—"

The profound Devilish Qi behind him surged violently!

An ancient, mottled, black phantom of a portal carved with countless divine and demonic reliefs slowly emerged!

The gate of ten thousand demons!

The gate opened a crack.

A Suppressing Hell Demonic Intent that was thousands of times more overbearing, ancient, and pure than Black Fiend's Devilish Qi descended!

"Crack!"

The moment that arrogant, huge ghost claw came into contact with this Demonic Intent, it actually shattered inch by inch!

Like snow melting away!

"What?!"

Black Fiend's single eye bulged!

He felt his demonic essence and his Dao being suppressed mercilessly by the other party's unreasonable Demonic Intent!

It was as if a subject were meeting an emperor!

"No! This is impossible!"

He frantically circulated his demonic essence, trying to break free from that suppression.

However, it was too late.

Ye Wushang's figure had already disappeared from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Black Fiend.

He extended a pale hand and gently pressed it against Black Fiend's back.

"Your Demonic Technique is too weak."

"You don't deserve to live in this world."

"Devour!"

"Ah—!"

Black Fiend let out a shrill, inhuman scream!

His vast Late-stage Golden Immortal demonic essence was like a flood bursting through a dam, frantically pouring into Ye Wushang's body through his palm!

His body shriveled and withered at a visible rate!

In just three breaths.

A generation's Late-stage Golden Immortal demonic giant had turned into a skin-and-bones corpse.

It fell from mid-air.

With a "thud," it hit the ground and turned into ashes.

Ye Wushang slowly landed.

He closed his eyes, a sickly flush appearing on his pale face.

His aura surged significantly.

He was only one step away from the True Immortal Realm.

The entire place was deathly silent.

The fat manager, who had just handed over all his assets, felt his legs go weak and slumped directly onto the ground.

His crotch was wet.

He looked at Ye Wushang as if he were looking at a peerless demon god who had climbed out of Hell.

Wang Duojin's eyelids also twitched.

"Damn."

"Sixth Junior Brother's eating efficiency is just too high."

"He didn't even leave a corpse; how am I supposed to generate secondary revenue from that!"

Ye Chenfeng looked at this scene, a hint of praise flashing in his eyes.

Sixth Junior Brother's Ten Thousand Demon Suppressing Hell Canon had already reached the initial stage of mastery.

He cleared his throat, breaking the suffocating silence.

His voice spread through the entire street.

"Black Gold Pavilion is cleared."

"Next."

"Hundred Herbs Hall."

Just like that.

Over the next day.

Ye Chenfeng and his group of eight swept through all the properties belonging to the Black Flame Demonic Sect in Dry Bone City in an almost brutal and unreasonable manner.

Hundred Herbs Hall, the Black Flame Demonic Sect's largest Medicinal Pill shop.

Gongsun Yan only used one sentence.

"Ninety percent of your Medicinal Pills are useless, and the other ten percent are poisonous."

Then, she casually refined a batch of top-grade Immortal Pills whose fragrance spread through the whole city.

All the Alchemists in the Hundred Herbs Hall had their Dao Hearts shattered and defected on the spot.

The Slave Market, the Black Flame Demonic Sect's bloodiest and darkest industry.

Bai Jinnian only wrote one character.

"Pardon."

His noble spirit turned into golden shackles that unlocked the Divine Soul Restrictions on all the slaves.

Thousands of slaves regained their freedom.

They knelt on the ground, bowing to Bai Jinnian and treating him like a god... One day.

It only took one day.

The four words "Black Flame Demonic Sect" became a joke in Dry Bone City.

A piece of history.

And the name "Myriad Dao Divine Sect" was like a brilliant sun, illuminating this city of the Demonic Path that had been shrouded in darkness for ten thousand years.

Countless demonic cultivators from small and medium-sized forces saw which way the wind was blowing.

They flocked like crazy to that magnificent "Myriad Dao Real Estate," crying and shouting to join, wanting to be subordinates.

Wang Duojin laughed so hard his mouth couldn't close.

He knew.

In this game of chess in the Western Region, they had already won.

And the instigator of all this, Ye Chenfeng.

Was standing alone on the top floor of the pavilion.

Leaning against the window, looking into the distance.

His gaze pierced through the clouds, looking toward the Abyssal Demon Ridge that was shrouded in Devilish Qi all year round.

He could feel it.

In that fishpond whose water they had drained dry.

That hungry, angry, and soon-to-be-crazy big fish.

Had already set its sights on them.

Just then.

A paper crane made entirely of Black Flames penetrated the pavilion's Formation.

It silently landed in front of his window.

The paper crane slowly unfolded.

It turned into a row of blood-red characters burning with Black Flames.

"Three days from now, at the Demon Child Assembly, I await the arrival of the Fellow Daoists from the Myriad Dao Divine Sect."

Signature.

Black Flame.

There was no anger, no threat.

Only a calm, eerie invitation.

A cold arc curled at the corner of Ye Chenfeng's mouth.

"Finally, you can't sit still anymore?"

He reached out his hand, letting that flaming paper crane burn to nothingness in his palm.

"The class reunion."

"It's about to begin."