367: It's better to be reduced to ashes.
...Seven days later.
Xiao Chen walked out of the sleeping hall with a beaming face, and Bai Su also returned to the System Space.
The stamina of Yao Race women was indeed far beyond what Human Race women could compare to.
If not for Xiao Chen possessing the Pure Yang Sacred Body and having undergone some modifications, how could an ordinary person withstand such tossing and turning?
At this moment, Xu Qingshu was sleeping soundly, her small face as red as a ripe cherry.
Leaving the sleeping hall, Xiao Chen flew straight toward the Mountain Gate. Along the way, whether they were Elders, deacons, or ordinary Disciples, they all bowed.
Even some beautiful female Disciples proactively threw flirtatious glances, showing they were looking forward to gaining Xiao Chen's favor.
Outside the Clan Protection Array, the Vajra Holy Emissary was waiting in the distance. Seeing Xiao Chen's figure, he immediately knelt on one knee:
"Greetings, Master."
"No need for formalities. No need to call me Master in the future." Xiao Chen waved his hand, and a mystic ship flew out of his sleeve, instantly transforming into a thousand-zhang giant in the air.
"Yes, Young Master."
The two swept onto the mystic ship. With a roar, the super mystic ship trailed a red exhaust flame and flew toward the south of the Eastern Territory Continent.
"Based on the intelligence you gathered, can you find the power behind the Yinshan Black Market?"
"Reporting to Young Master, I cannot."
"Why?"
"Truly, my ability is limited. The surface controller of the Yinshan Black Market is the Old Man Yinshan, who is already at the second level of the Soul Transformation Stage."
"However, according to the information we found, he is merely a spokesperson, and the power behind him has always been hidden in the mist."
"So mysterious?"
Xiao Chen was slightly surprised. Even the spokesperson was at the Soul Transformation Stage; how powerful must the power behind him be!
"Mhm."
The Vajra Holy Emissary nodded. "The Yinshan Black Market has existed for hundreds of thousands of years. In the entire Cangxuan Continent, all items of unknown origin are fenced here, yet no one dares to cause trouble."
"Even when the Soul Transformation-grade Magical Artifact of the Eastern Emperor Divine Sect, the 'Donghuang Bell', was stolen and eventually appeared in the Yinshan Black Market, they did not dare to forcibly demand it back and had to obediently pay spirit crystals to buy it."
Xiao Chen's Soul was shaken. The Eastern Emperor Divine Sect was a hidden Sect in the Central Continent, and even they chose to keep the peace.
It seems the waters of the Yinshan Black Market are very deep.
Subsequently, the Vajra Holy Emissary stood at the bow of the ship, his posture straight like a monument, guiding the mystic ship.
Xiao Chen walked into the cabin, sat cross-legged, his consciousness sinking into his Sea of Consciousness, manifesting his Soul body to discuss life ideals deeply with Shadow Moon.
In the non-stop Soul fusion day and night, Xiao Chen's Soul strength was also continuously improving.
The distance to Soul Splitting was close at hand... Holy Sun Sect, Menial Department.
"Ah..."
Screams came from an abandoned woodshed, accompanied by fragmented cursing.
"Jiang Feng, you also have this day! Heaven truly has eyes!" A Foundation Establishment Disciple stood with his hands on his hips, laughing at the sky.
"What do you want to do?" Jiang Feng, lying on a wooden board, was full of horror, disheveled, and no longer looking human.
"How did you bully us back then? Stand up now! Weren't you quite capable?"
"I am now crippled, my bones and muscles all broken. Please, be magnanimous and spare me!"
Another Foundation Establishment Disciple stepped forward with a sinister smile. "Senior Brother Li, don't waste words on him! The Grand Elder is dead, and Deacon Jiang also passed away yesterday. Brothers, let's take our revenge and settle our grievances. Everyone, give him a pot of good tea first!"
"You dare!"
"Your backers are all dead. What do I not dare? I have a large volume, I'll go first!"
Another Foundation Establishment Disciple covered in fat squeezed forward, impatiently unbuckling his belt.
Jiang Feng's face twisted, and he screamed, "You group of mad dogs!"
"Hahaha..."
With bursts of joyful laughter, the five Foundation Establishment Disciples stepped forward one by one and served Jiang Feng a pot of strong tea.
"You will all die horrible deaths!" Jiang Feng roared hysterically, his face full of humiliation.
"Hahaha, let's go!"
The leading Foundation Establishment Disciple waved his hand. "From now on, we'll come to ravage him once every day. Don't kill him all at once!"
Just after everyone left, a silver profound light arrived rapidly, and then a white-haired woman in a snow-white long dress appeared at the door of the woodshed.
Releasing a Divine Thought to build a soundproof barrier, Luo Xue couldn't help but frown upon seeing Jiang Feng's miserable state.
"Grandmaster, Grandmaster, save me!"
Jiang Feng, as if seeing a savior, shouted urgently, "Please, Grandmaster, for the sake of my grandfather and uncle's dedication to the Sect, grant me a Nirvana Bone-Molding Pill!"
The Nirvana Bone-Molding Pill, as a top-tier fourth-grade pill, can make a paralyzed Mortal immediately regain the ability to move, but it cannot reshape the Dantian.
"You are already crippled; why waste such a precious pill?"
Luo Xue sighed softly. "Plant good seeds and reap good fruit; plant evil seeds and eat evil fruit. If you had known it would come to this, why did you act that way in the first place?"
"This Disciple only wants to live with dignity now and doesn't want to endure their humiliation anymore. Please, Grandmaster, show mercy and save me!"
"I have a question to ask you, and you must answer truthfully."
"Please ask, Grandmaster." Jiang Feng nodded urgently.
"If there were a chance to restore you to your original state, what would you do?"
"If I could be restored to my original state, I would surely find Xiao Chen, skin him, break his bones, extract his marrow and refine his Soul, eat his flesh, and drink his blood to vent the hatred in my heart!"
As his voice fell, Luo Xue's gaze gradually became bone-chillingly cold, and she released a Divine Thought to cover him.
Jiang Feng trembled all over, feeling a faint unease. "Grandmaster, what is the meaning of this?"
"Living is a kind of pain for you; it's better to turn into ashes."
After saying this, a flame of spiritual power flew from Luo Xue's fingertip, enveloping his entire body. After just a moment, even his Soul was burned away.
After doing all this, Luo Xue waved her hand to clean up all traces and flew toward the Fulong Hall of the Holy Sun Sect.
At this moment, a beautiful woman in a green long dress was waiting in the hall.
"This Disciple greets Grandmaster."
Luo Xue swept past lightly and sat on the throne above, glancing at the woman's cold cheeks.
"Xiaoman, the Central Continent Prodigy Tournament is about to begin. Are you ready?"
The current Li Xiaoman, under the cultivation of resources poured in by the entire Holy Sun Sect, had made rapid progress in her cultivation level, reaching the Ninth Level of Golden Core Stage.
"This Disciple will definitely go all out."
"Although there is still a gap between us and those top Sects in the Central Continent, don't feel too much pressure; just do your best."
"This Disciple understands."
Luo Xue nodded slightly. "Go and prepare. We will formally set off for the Central Continent in one month."
...Three days later.
Xiao Chen's mystic ship was still moving forward steadily when a silver mystic ship sped from another direction and pulled up alongside it.
The closest distance between the two mystic ships was less than a thousand zhang.
At the bow, a young man in a green brocade robe, with handsome features, happened to glance at the Vajra Holy Emissary at the bow.
Eh?
The green-robed man showed a look of doubt, then turned to the black-robed old man beside him and said playfully:
"Fourth Uncle, look, it's actually the Gangli Clan."
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