152: Heading to Qingzhou, a Nascent Soul cultivator intercepted them.

Shen Yuanmo did not bring anyone, nor did he ride any flying Magic Treasure.

After bidding farewell to his family, he transformed into a brilliant five-colored stream of light, shooting up into the sky and flying unhurriedly toward Qingzhou Prefecture City.

His posture appeared incredibly relaxed, as if he were not heading to a Hongmen Banquet, but rather sightseeing and enjoying the scenery along the way.

Linjiang City gradually shrank into an ink dot behind him.

Even a hundred miles away, he could still clearly perceive the soaring Luck and prosperity within the city.

He knew that the Old Ancestor and the others were watching him.

But he did not look back.

Only he himself knew that from the moment he left Linjiang City, an invisible great net had already quietly enveloped him.

His vast Divine Sense, comparable to the Nascent Soul Early Stage, had long since detected something far behind him.

Besides several waves of scouts clearly belonging to various forces, there were two other cold, deathly silent, yet incredibly powerful auras, clinging to him like maggots on bone, locking onto him tightly.

Neither far nor near.

They maintained a precise distance—the maximum range an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator could never detect.

That was the unique Law fluctuation of a Nascent Soul True Lord!

One aura was strange and carried a dense concentration of Vengeful Spirits and Death Qi, with a cultivation level roughly at the Nascent Soul Early Stage.

The other, however, resembled an iceberg silent for ten thousand years, radiating a terrifying coldness capable of freezing the Divine Soul, clearly possessing a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation!

"Heh heh, they certainly think highly of me."

Shen Yuanmo sneered inwardly.

To kill him, a Golden Core Cultivator on the surface, the Netherworld Path actually dispatched two Nascent Soul True Lords at once, one of whom was a Big Shot in the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

This kind of move, this kind of lineup, would be more than enough to wipe out a Fifth-rank noble family.

He was not surprised.

This was the kind of Thunderous Method an Assassin Organization like the Netherworld Path should employ when facing an "abnormal target."

A lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit.

The previous Nascent Soul assassin died mysteriously, without even his remains being returned, which clearly taught the Netherworld Path a lesson and caused them to re-evaluate his strength.

Clearly, the Netherworld Path had raised his danger Rank.

"The Netherworld Path's intelligence work is decent, but unfortunately, their information is still outdated."

Shen Yuanmo did not immediately act. He pretended to be completely unaware and continued flying forward unhurriedly.

However, his flight path subtly began to deviate.

The official road to Qingzhou Prefecture City was wide and flat, with many Immortal Dynasty relay stations and Cultivator cities along the way, making it crowded and complicated.

Acting there would cause too much commotion and easily attract unnecessary trouble.

He needed to find a quiet place to send these two Nascent Soul Seniors peacefully... on their way.

Soon, he flew into a continuous, Desolate Mountain Range with extremely complex terrain.

Here, peaks stood tall, and valleys crisscrossed. Looking out, it was utterly silent, with even traces of Yao Beasts being extremely rare, and completely uninhabited.

It was the perfect burial ground for murder, robbery, and destroying all traces.

Above a massive, bottomless canyon perpetually shrouded in Black Miasma, Shen Yuanmo finally halted.

He slowly turned around, his gaze calmly fixed on the empty Void Realm behind him.

"Seniors, aren't you tired after following me for so long?"

He spoke calmly.

"Come out and show yourselves."

His voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the entire canyon, penetrating the layers of miasma.

Space, like a calm lake surface into which a stone had been tossed, rippled outwards in circles.

Two figures, completely enveloped in black robes, their faces indiscernible, silently materialized from the Void Realm.

They stood one on the left and one on the right, perfectly sealing off all possible escape routes for Shen Yuanmo.

That terrifying pressure, no longer concealed in the slightest, slammed down like two great mountains, causing the air in the entire canyon to solidify and even distorting the light.

The Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivator on the left had a cold and strange aura, with black Qi swirling around him, as if countless Vengeful Spirits were wailing beneath his robe.

The Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator on the right, however, was like a piece of silent, eternal Profound Ice.

Merely standing there, the surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing point; even the moisture in the air condensed into fine ice crystals, rustling down.

The leading Nascent Soul Middle Stage Cultivator spoke hoarsely, his voice devoid of any emotion, like two pieces of rusted metal grinding together.

"Netherworld Path, Ghost Face, Night Crow."

"We are under orders to take your life and seize your Opportunity."

Hearing this, Shen Yuanmo not only felt no fear but actually smiled.

He looked with interest at the two beings before him, who were powerful enough to make the entire Qingzhou Prefecture tremble, and asked:

"I am very curious, how much is my life currently worth to your Netherworld Path?"

Hearing this question, Night Crow, the Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivator beside Ghost Face, let out a strange laugh that sounded like a crow screeching.

"Jie jie jie... Kid, you're facing death, and you still care about this?"

The gaze beneath his hood revealed a mix of pity and greed, as if looking at a dead man.

"Fine, I'll let you die knowing the truth!"

"The Wang Family of Qingzhou offered one stalk of Rank 4, High-grade Nine Nether Soul Grass as payment, just to buy your death without a complete corpse!"

Night Crow's voice was filled with undisguised desire.

Rank 4, High-grade Spiritual Plant!

And it's a supreme treasure like the Nine Nether Soul Grass, which greatly benefits Ghost Cultivators and Demonic Cultivators!

This transaction is too worthwhile!

He continued, "As for all the Opportunities on your body, including that mysterious Magic Treasure capable of slaying a Nascent Soul, they will all belong to us two brothers!"

"So that's how it is."

Shen Yuanmo nodded.

The smile on his face slowly faded.

His eyes, originally warm and gentle, were now filled with bone-chilling coldness.

"The employer is the Wang Family of Qingzhou, and the target is the secrets on my body..."

He muttered softly, as if making a final confirmation.

"Very good. Everything I needed to know, I know now."

He raised his eyes, looking at Ghost Face and Night Crow with a gaze that treated them like two corpses that had already stopped breathing.

"In that case, you can both die peacefully."

Before his voice even faded!

Night Crow and Ghost Face hadn't even had time to react to this extremely arrogant statement.

Clang—!

A clear, resounding, heaven-shaking sword cry, as if piercing the nine heavens, suddenly erupted from behind Shen Yuanmo!

The longsword that had always been carried on his back, appearing plain and unadorned, automatically left its sheath!

The great evolution immortal slaying sword!

A terrifying Sword Intent, mixed with the rotation of the Five Elements and the True Intent of Destruction, shot into the sky!

That was no longer mere magical power or pressure, but a higher-level force that transcended them!

This Sword Intent, like an invisible Heaven-Propping Giant Sword, fiercely and incomparably met the terrifying pressure jointly exerted by the two Nascent Soul True Lords!

There was no earth-shattering loud bang.

But the Pressure Domain created by Ghost Face and Night Crow, which was enough to crush a Golden Core Cultivator, was as fragile as thin paper before this Sword Intent!

"Sizzle—!"

A light sound.

The Pressure Domain was instantly torn apart!

The solidified air in the canyon began to flow again, the frozen ice crystals instantly vaporized, and even the perpetually lingering Black Miasma was swept clean by the scouring force of this incomparably domineering Sword Intent!

At this moment, the entire world seemed to be forcibly split into two halves by this single Sword Intent!