86: Is this package delivering a human head?

The "Myriad Dao Express Delivery" plaque didn't lower its profile after the Purple Cloud Chamber of Commerce people fled in terror; instead, it shone even brighter.

Wang Duojin struck while the iron was hot, immediately launching a promotion: "Grand Opening Celebration, 20% off everything for three days."

For a time, the Cultivators of Tianxu City flocked to the shop as if they had gone mad.

"Shopkeeper! I have an urgent letter that needs to be delivered to the North Region Ice Field! Can you really get it there in one day?"

"I have a furnace of freshly refined Medicinal Pills to send to my Revered Master on the nearby Floating Island. Can they arrive within half an hour?"

"I... I want to send a freshly picked Cloud-top Flower to my Dao Companion far away in the Eastern Wasteland. Is that possible?"

Inside the shop, Qian Duoduo and dozens of Outer Sect Disciples were so busy their feet barely touched the ground.

They received goods, registered them, applied specially made rune labels, and then used their Sect Tokens to send the package information and destination coordinates directly to the "Dispatch Center" within the Divine Mountain.

Upon the Divine Mountain, Grand Elder Mo Yuan had specially established a "Logistics Hall."

Thousands of Utility Disciples were standing by in readiness.

"Serial Number Jia-37, Eastern Wasteland, Qingyun Branch, one box of Tier 3 Spiritual Plants, shipping out!"

"Received!" A Utility Disciple immediately stepped forward, took the package that emerged from the Void Realm, and disappeared in a flash of white light using the teleportation function of his own token.

In the next instant, he appeared at the public Anchor Point of the Qingyun Branch, handed the package to the guarding Disciple, and then teleported back to the Divine Mountain.

The entire process was as smooth as flowing water, taking less time than it takes for a stick of incense to burn.

Wang Duojin looked at the bustling scene before him and his rapidly growing Spirit Stone account, the folds on his fat face crinkled into a blooming flower of a smile.

"Qian Duoduo! Remember! The customer is God! They are our bread and butter! Your attitude must be excellent!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Wang!" Qian Duoduo wiped away his sweat, grinning so wide his teeth showed but his eyes were squeezed shut.

This wasn't just doing business; this was practically picking up Spirit Stones from the ground!

Once the three-day promotion period ended, Myriad Dao Express Delivery didn't quiet down; instead, because of its incomparable speed and safety, it completely took the Central Continent by storm.

Countless chambers of commerce, families, and even top-tier Sects began to seek cooperation with them.

Wang Duojin's business had truly taken off.

One afternoon, the flow of people in the shop thinned out slightly.

A figure draped in a black cloak, entirely shrouded in shadows, walked into the shop.

He didn't speak, but simply placed a heavy box, sealed with Mystic Iron and lead, onto the counter.

A talisman was stuck onto the box, isolating it from all Divine Thought probes.

At the same time, he also left behind a Storage Pouch.

Wang Duojin swept his Divine Thought over it, and his heart skipped a beat.

Inside the Storage Pouch were exactly one hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones!

This was an incredibly grand gesture.

"Guest, may I ask where this item is to be delivered?" The smile on Wang Duojin's face remained unchanged, but he was on high alert.

The shadow did not speak, but merely extended a withered finger and wrote two words on the counter with Devilish Qi—Pill Pagoda.

The Pill Pagoda!

One of the most transcendent powers in the Central Continent Sacred Domain, it gathered the top Alchemists of the continent; its status was supreme, and no one dared to provoke it.

After writing the words, the shadow turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

"Wait..."

Before Wang Duojin could finish his sentence, the person had already disappeared into the crowd.

A strong sense of unease surged into Wang Duojin's heart.

He pulled out his Golden Abacus from under the counter and began to flick the beads with a solemn expression.

"Heavenly timing, earthly advantage, human harmony... what is the fortune of this order?"

Clatter, clatter!

The abacus beads jumped at an unprecedentedly frantic speed, making a piercing grinding sound.

Finally, with a crisp crack, one of the beads actually split open!

The divination—Extremely Ominous!

A blood-soaked calamity!

Wang Duojin's fat face instantly lost all color.

He immediately used his token to contact Ye Chenfeng, who was in the city's Sword Tomb contemplating Sword Intent, and Su Linger, who was currently researching the Central Continent's specialty Tanghulu.

A moment later, in the shop's backyard.

Ye Chenfeng looked at the cracked abacus bead, his brow furrowing slightly.

"It's a trap."

Su Linger stared at the Mystic Iron box, a hint of disgust flashing in her cold eyes.

"There is a very thick Death Qi inside."

Wang Duojin rubbed his hands together anxiously.

"Then what do we do? Our brand is 'Mission Accomplished'! If we don't deliver this first big order, how can we ever show our faces in Tianxu City again?"

"Deliver it, of course we must deliver it," Ye Chenfeng's tone was very calm, "but not like this."

He looked to the side at Lin Yi, the Inner Sect Chief, who was currently wiping his personal sword.

"Lin Yi."

"Eldest Senior Brother!" Lin Yi immediately stood up, his gaze sharp.

Ye Chenfeng said, "You will be the one to deliver this package."

"Understood!" Lin Yi did not hesitate for a second; instead, a Battle Intent began to burn in his eyes.

Wang Duojin grew frantic: "Eldest Senior Brother! This is an extremely ominous omen! Sending Junior Brother Lin is just sending him to his death, isn't it?"

"Your Second Senior Sister and I will be following behind," Ye Chenfeng said indifferently. "This is also a test for him. Flowers in a greenhouse can never grow into towering trees."

Su Linger also nodded.

"Don't worry, he won't die."

...The Pill Pagoda was situated at the Peak of the Central Giant Island in Tianxu City.

The tower was ten thousand zhang tall, built entirely from an unknown white jade, emitting a soft glow and a refreshing medicinal fragrance.

Lin Yi arrived outside the Pill Pagoda alone, holding the Mystic Iron box.

"Who goes there!" Two Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators in Pill Pagoda guard uniforms stepped forward to block him.

"Lin Yi of the Myriad Dao Divine Sect. I have been entrusted by someone to deliver a gift to the Pill Pagoda," Lin Yi said, neither humble nor arrogant.

The two guards exchanged a glance, and one of them went inside to report.

Soon, a white-haired Elder wearing a Three-Mark Alchemist robe walked out, surrounded by a group of guards.

He glanced at Lin Yi and then at the box in his hands, an imperceptible flash of greed and ruthlessness crossing his eyes.

"Myriad Dao Divine Sect? You mean that newly opened 'Express Delivery' thing from the Eastern Wasteland?" The Elder's tone was haughty.

"We accept the gift. Leave the item and you can get lost."

Lin Yi's brow furrowed: "Our Sect's rules state that the goods must be personally handed to the recipient and confirmed by them."

"Presumptuous!" The Elder barked. "What kind of thing are you to discuss rules with my Pill Pagoda? The Pill Pagoda's rules are the only rules!"

He waved his hand: "Men! Seize him! I suspect this box contains contraband that could harm my Pill Pagoda! Open it immediately in public to verify the contents!"

"You dare!" Lin Yi's expression darkened, his hand already on his sword hilt.

"Seize him!"

At the Elder's command, the dozen or so surrounding guards simultaneously activated their magic power!

A large net composed of runes descended from the sky, enveloping Lin Yi!

Lin Yi gave a cold snort as his longsword left its scabbard; a sharp sword light soared into the sky, instantly shredding the magic power net!

"Hmph, you have some skill," the Elder's eyes grew colder. "Deploy the Formation! Suppress him!"

Boom!

On the plaza in front of the Pill Pagoda, countless blood-colored runes instantly lit up on the ground!

A large Formation filled with an evil and ominous aura roared into life!

Lin Yi's expression changed drastically as he felt his spiritual power being frantically suppressed and devoured by this bizarre Formation!

"Demonic Cultivators!"

He finally understood!

There was something wrong with this Pill Pagoda!

"Realizing it now? Too late!"

The Elder grinned hideously and grabbed for the Mystic Iron box.

He wanted to reveal this "gift" in front of everyone and pin the crime of assassination firmly onto the Myriad Dao Divine Sect!

However, his hand had just touched the box.

"Click."

A soft sound rang out.

An ice-blue Sword Qi, originating from nowhere, arrived first despite being launched later, instantly piercing through his palm!

"Ah!"

The Elder let out a scream of agony as his entire arm was covered in frost at a speed visible to the naked eye!

A cold figure slowly stepped out from the Void Realm.

Su Linger held a half-eaten Tanghulu in her hand, looking at the Elder with eyes as cold as ten-thousand-year profound ice.

At the same time, another figure appeared silently beside Lin Yi.

Ye Chenfeng placed a hand on Lin Yi's shoulder, and a strand of pure Sword Intent flowed in, instantly helping him disperse the suppression of the Formation.

"Eldest Senior Brother!" Lin Yi was both surprised and delighted.

Ye Chenfeng didn't look at him, but instead stared at the Elder who was clutching his arm in terror.

"My Junior Brother says you are a Demonic Cultivator."

Ye Chenfeng's tone was flat.

"I do not like Demonic Cultivators."

"Therefore, you can die now."

Before his voice had even faded, his sword was already out of its scabbard.

There was no earth-shattering sword light, no terrifying pressure.

There was only a single, simple, and unadorned sword mark that flashed through the air and vanished.

The terrified expression on the Pill Pagoda Elder's face instantly froze.

A thin line of blood appeared at the center of his forehead.

Then, his body, along with his Divine Soul, silently annihilated into nothingness.

Not even a trace was left behind.

The entire area fell into a deathly silence.

All the Pill Pagoda guards were scared witless.

That was Elder Sun, who was at the Peak of the Void Refining Stage!

Just like that... with one sword... he was insta-killed?

Ye Chenfeng sheathed his sword, as if he had only done a trivial little thing.

He walked over to the Mystic Iron box.

Wang Duojin had also appeared at some point, his fat face full of curiosity.

"Eldest Senior Brother, Second Senior Sister, what kind of precious treasure is actually inside this thing? To cause such a huge commotion?"

Su Linger also walked over and gave a light flick of her spiritual power.

Click!

The box, forged from Mystic Iron and sealed with lead, opened at the touch.

An extremely thick stench of blood and resentment soared into the sky!

The three of them looked inside the box simultaneously.

In the next second.

Wang Duojin's fat face instantly turned deathly pale, and he leaned over and began to vomit violently.

Su Linger's beautiful face also became incredibly cold, killing intent surging in her eyes.

Ye Chenfeng's pupils suddenly contracted, and the veins on the hand holding his sword hilt bulged.

Inside the box.

There were no Magic Treasures, no Medicinal Pills.

There was only a single human head, with eyes wide open in death.

The face on the head still maintained the extreme fear and disbelief it had felt right before death.

Wang Duojin recognized this face.

It was that Middle Stage Void Refining Elder from the Purple Cloud Chamber of Commerce, the one whose face he had slapped with his abacus.

And in the mouth of this human head was stuffed a slip of paper written in fresh blood.

On it were only a few twisted words.

[The next express delivery will be your heads.]