78: A witch's carnival! Like geese plucking feathers as they fly by, or willows swaying in the breeze!

When Su Chen's devilish smile, tinged with a hint of "it's finally your turn," fell upon Liu Ruyan.

This Saintess of the Nine Nether Demonic Cult not only felt no pressure, but her delicate body trembled slightly with excitement.

It was as if a peerless gambler had finally awaited the card game where everything was at stake.

She had waited for this moment for a very long time!

"Giggle, giggle, giggle..."

She let out a series of soul-stirring giggles, swaying her slender waist as she rose from the ground. Her breathtaking curves shimmered faintly in the dim treasure light as she walked step by step towards Su Chen.

"Oh my, Divine Son Su, you really are biased."

She extended a slender, jade-like finger painted with Nail Polish, ignoring Su Chen's look of disdain, and boldly drew circles on his firm chest. Her eyes were like silk, and her voice was so sweet it could drip honey.

"That fake, you gave her half of the Emperor Qi. Sister Qingzhu, you helped her retrieve the sacred object."

"How is it that when it comes to This humble servant, there's only 'trash' left, as you call it?"

"This humble servant is so sad."

As she spoke, she pouted her red lips in feigned grievance, her pitiful appearance enough to instantly melt any man with a heart of stone.

However, Su Chen merely raised his hand expressionlessly, accurately pinching her mischievous finger and removing it from his valuable sleeping robe.

"Enough of that."

He pouted, a look of disdain on his face.

"Don't think I don't know your little schemes. Aren't you just enjoying the thrill of treasure hunting in a pile of trash, and even afraid others will snatch it from you?"

"Now, the entire pagoda, from this floor to the very bottom, everything except the few items we took, is yours."

"Enough for you to pick until your hands are sore."

Su Chen paused, a deeply sinister, devil-like whisper of a smile appearing on his face.

"However, I must remind you."

"We don't have much time. Those old fellows from the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild, though slow, aren't dead. They're probably about to react."

"I'll only give you... the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn."

"After one stick of incense, no matter how much you've harvested, we must withdraw."

"How much you can take depends on your own ability."

Su Chen's words were like a lit match, instantly igniting the giant barrel of dynamite named "greed" and "excitement" in Liu Ruyan's heart!

The time it takes for one stick of incense to burn!

To empty the entire treasure vault of the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild, inherited from ancient times?! Even if it was just a branch!

But it was the most insane and most to her liking game she had ever heard of in her life!

"Giggle, giggle, giggle, giggle!"

Liu Ruyan could no longer suppress the ecstasy in her heart and burst into laughter, her body swaying back and forth, her abundant curves trembling captivatingly.

From her bewitching eyes, hidden behind her mask, burst forth an incomparably brilliant and fervent light of plunder!

"Divine Son Su, you truly... understand This humble servant!"

"This humble servant absolutely loves this game!"

Before her words even finished, her figure left a blurry afterimage in its original spot!

Boom!!!

A monstrous Devilish Qi, more terrifying and pure than at any previous time, erupted from her petite body like a volcanic explosion!

The pitch-black Devilish Qi shot into the sky, instantly transforming into a giant black vortex that covered the heavens and earth, slowly rotating and enveloping the entire top floor of the pagoda!

Within that vortex, it seemed to connect to an endless Nine Nether Abyss, emanating a terrifying suction force capable of devouring all things and distorting space! The spatial Laws of the entire pagoda groaned under this overwhelming power!

"Nine Nether Heaven Swallowing Art!"

Ling Qingzhu exclaimed in shock at this sight, her cold, pretty face instantly turning pale.

This was the Nine Nether Demonic Cult's most core and domineering plundering Divine Ability! It was rumored that when cultivated to the extreme, it could even devour stars and moons!

She hadn't expected Liu Ruyan to have cultivated it to such a degree!

"Collect!"

Liu Ruyan let out a tender shout, and the giant black vortex violently shook, erupting with unparalleled suction!

On the top floor of the pagoda, those Magic Treasures, divine materials, Medicinal Pills, and ancient texts that had originally emitted brilliant treasure light and were protected by numerous Restrictions... at this moment, they flew up uncontrollably, like straws caught in a doomsday tornado!

A "Grand Void Dragon Soul Sword," said to have once slain a true Dragon and slept for ten thousand years, let out an unwilling wail, and along with its scabbard and the jade stand beneath it, was entirely sucked into the vortex!

A "Seven-Colored Radiant Robe," woven from Phoenix feathers, disappeared into the darkness along with the ten-thousand-year-old red sandalwood rack it hung on, before its Dao charm could even fully bloom!

Tens of thousands of treasures, rarely seen in the outside world, converged into a colorful torrent, being wildly and unreasonably swallowed by that enormous black vortex!

The scene was a hundred times more terrifying than a locust plague!

Pluck every feather from a goose? No, this was scraping away three feet of the very earth itself!

Su Chen's eyes twitched wildly as he watched Liu Ruyan's extremely ferocious "stocking up".

[Damn it, is this woman... a Pixiu? Only takes in, never lets out!]

[This is too ruthless! She's not even letting go of the ten-thousand-year-old cold jade stands that hold the treasures?! Can't she leave that for me to take back as a washboard?]

[Forget it, out of sight, out of mind. They're all just broken copper and scrap iron anyway.]

Su Chen frantically complained in his heart, forcefully turning his head away from the scene that pained him, but he couldn't hide the heartache on his face.

And Ling Qingzhu was completely dumbfounded.

She watched as those supreme treasures, any one of which, if circulated in the outside world, could cause a bloodbath, were now being sucked away by Liu Ruyan in piles, like worthless cabbages. She felt her worldview once again being pressed to the ground and repeatedly rubbed with sandpaper.

[This... this is allowed?!]

[Is this the modus operandi of the Demonic Cult? Simple, brutal, utterly inhumane...]

She was shocked, but for some reason, watching the colossal Myriad Dao Merchant Guild being plundered in such a way, a never-before-felt, extremely dangerous thought named "satisfaction" welled up deep within her heart.

Only Ye Linghan remained as if it had nothing to do with her.

She merely watched Liu Ruyan with interest, as if enjoying a splendid performance. In her eyes, these so-called "supreme treasures" were just a pile of slightly better-looking stones, completely failing to pique her interest.

The only thing she was interested in now was the man currently holding a pig, with an expression that screamed, "I've lost out."

The time it takes for one stick of incense to burn passed in a flash.

When the last wisp of black Devilish Qi, along with the last speck of dust on the pagoda's top floor, was sucked into Liu Ruyan's body.

The entire ninety-ninth floor became cleaner than Su Chen's face.

Empty, even the echoes seemed incredibly lonely.

"Hiccup~"

Liu Ruyan let out a satisfied burp, a flush of satiation after a feast appearing on her charming face.

She felt that her Storage Ring was almost bursting to the point of Law collapse.

This time, she had truly struck it rich!

She twisted her waist and walked up to Su Chen, exhaling like orchids.

"Divine Son Su, This humble servant... is done."

"Mm."

Su Chen nodded, then glanced at the pagoda, which was so empty a mouse could run through it, and then at the satisfied Liu Ruyan, pouting.

"Efficiency is decent, but your eating habits are a bit unsightly."

"Let's go, time to clock out!"

He hoisted the Golden Scale Pig, which had completely resigned itself to fate and played dead, and hugged three jars of drunken immortal brew, being the first to head towards the Dog Hole they came through, his silhouette both desolate and eager to return home.

"Home, to sleep!"