171: Chapter 171 Controlling Shen Xinghe

Wang Xiaopang's spirits immediately deflated when he heard that.

"Ten years? That long? By then, Fat Master might be invincible, so why would I need a divine medicine?"

But then he rolled his eyes and chuckled, "However, it's always good to prepare in advance! This token is the stepping stone!"

Xiao Ruobai had obtained the information he wanted and no longer spared Sinking River a glance.

Sinking River felt that indifferent gaze, and fear rose in his heart again; he pleaded for mercy.

"I've told you everything I know... I've hidden nothing... Please spare my life... I'm willing to make a Heavenly Dao vow never to reveal a single word of today's events... I... I can return to the Holy Land as an informant..."

"Heh, an informant?" Wang Xiaopang scoffed.

"With your cowardly demeanor, wouldn't you immediately sell us out if you went back? Besides, do we need someone of your caliber as an informant?"

Xiao Ruobai looked at Sinking River, who was prostrating on the ground, trembling, and coldly said, "Release your Divine Soul, do not resist."

Sinking River's body trembled violently at the words, and a desperate struggle flashed in his eyes.

But under that cold gaze, as well as the world-shattering slap he had just received and the terror of being on the brink of death, he finally closed his eyes in resignation, completely giving up all resistance of his Divine Soul.

Xiao Ruobai's fingers came together like a sword, and a wisp of extremely condensed golden Divine Thought instantly shot out from his fingertip, plunging into Sinking River's glabella!

Soul-Seizing Technique!

"Ugh ah—!"

Sinking River let out a short, painful shriek, his body convulsing violently, his eyeballs rolling upwards to reveal a large expanse of white.

His Divine Soul felt as if an invisible hand had forcibly invaded and flipped through it; all his memories and secrets were exposed to Xiao Ruobai's will like an open book, without reservation!

This process lasted for a few breaths.

A moment later, he retracted his Divine Thought.

Sinking River's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes becoming hollow and submissive, as if he were a Puppet who had lost his self. His Divine Soul had been implanted with a Restriction, and his life and death were entirely at Xiao Ruobai's whim.

Only then did Xiao Ruobai slowly speak, "How many people has Glazed Holy Land sent to hunt Wang Xiaopang? Who is leading them? What are their specific cultivation levels?"

Sinking River honestly replied, "Reporting to Master... The Holy Land this time... is personally led by Third Elder Yu Jizi... Elder Yu Jizi is... a King Realm Middle Stage Cultivator... He has twelve Heavenly Human Realm deacons under his command... divided into four routes... pursuing across provinces... This humble one and three others were responsible for the northeast direction of Xuan Province. This time, this humble one thought it would be easy to capture him and claim all the credit, so he went alone..."

King Realm! Twelve Heavenly Human Realm!

Wang Xiaopang, listening from the side, gasped, his chubby face turning pale, and he mumbled, "Oh my dear mother... The hornet's nest Fat Master stirred up this time is really huge..."

Xiao Ruobai's expression remained unchanged as he continued to ask, "Where is Xue Wuhen now? What is his situation?"

"Xue Wuhen has been... rescued from the place of suppression... but his Dao Heart is damaged, and his Divine Soul is corroded by foul Qi... his cultivation has greatly fallen... he is currently in seclusion in the Holy Land's Pure Liuli Pond, healing his injuries..."

He paused, seemingly recalling more detailed information, and his tone even carried a hint of absurd emotion that he himself hadn't noticed.

"Speaking of which... Alas, the quasi-Saint risked half his life for this token back in theJedi of the Myriad Bone Cave, almost losing all his bones, just to narrowly get his hands on it... He was counting on this great achievement to firmly suppress the other few in the Saint competition... Who would have thought..."

"Who would have thought that before this merit could even warm up, before he could enjoy any blessings, the token, along with almost all his treasures, would be completely lost!"

"After the Holy Lord learned the full story, he was furious and issued a death order, demanding that both the person and the token be brought back at all costs."

Xiao Ruobai nodded slightly, a faint arc seeming to flash across his lips.

Xue Wuhen's predicament truly echoed the old saying: blessings hide misfortunes; what was once a ladder to heaven instantly became a death warrant.

Wang Xiaopang, listening from the side, had his small eyes wide open, his face a kaleidoscope of expressions—sympathy, schadenfreude, and a touch of lingering fear.

"My goodness!" He smacked his lips, shaking his head as he exclaimed.

"This guy is too miserable! He worked so hard to dig up graves... er, no, to bravely venture into dangerous lands to get a treasure, and before he could even warm it up and show it off for two days, it was gone..."

He scratched his head, a complex expression of innocence, sympathy, and a hint of smugness on his face.

"Oh dear... who... who could have expected this? Fat Master just found him annoyingly dressed like a human, and wanted to teach him a lesson; I really didn't mean to torment him to death! This... isn't his luck a bit too bad?"

Xiao Ruobai glanced at him: "Therefore, Karma cycles, and retribution is swift. It's best not to be too ostentatious, lest disaster strikes."

Wang Xiaopang shrank his neck at the words, subconsciously touched his storage ring, and mumbled, "Indeed, indeed! Low-key, must be low-key! Otherwise, one day I might run into someone with itchy hands... uh..."

He suddenly realized that he was the 'one with itchy hands' and quickly shut his mouth, looking embarrassed.

Xiao Ruobai said no more, then pressed for more details about Glazed Holy Land's recent movements, the specific locations of the other pursuit teams.

And the true level of importance the Holy Land placed on the seven star secret token, among other details. Sinking River, at this moment, held nothing back, revealing everything he knew.

After asking all his questions, Xiao Ruobai's fingertip moved slightly, and he reinforced several complex Restrictions of concealment, misdirection, and self-destruction within the Divine Soul that had already been Soulseize.

"Upon your return, do you know how to report?" Xiao Ruobai said coldly.

Sinking River prostrated on the ground, respectfully answering, "This humble one knows... This humble one tracked them here, encountered a powerful, unknown enemy who intercepted me. The opponent seemingly possesses a secret treasure for concealing aura, their cultivation is unknown, I fought hard but was no match, suffered serious injuries, and lost track of the target... I will immediately return to the Holy Land to report..."

"What about the sub-token in your hand?" Xiao Ruobai interrupted him, his tone brooking no argument.

Sinking River was startled, then reacted quickly, fumbling in his embrace for a slightly smaller token of similar material but lesser brilliance, which he presented with both hands: "Here it is... Please accept it, Master."

Xiao Ruobai took the token, sensed it briefly, and after confirming it was correct, continued to ask, "How many sub-tokens can such a main token produce at most?"

Sinking River dared not delay and immediately replied, "Reporting to Master, according to the Holy Land's ancient texts, the main token of the seven star secret token, because it contains a trace of Origin Star Power, can at most split into four sub-tokens.

Those holding a sub-token, although unable to control the Secret Realm's activation, can enter the Secret Realm with the permission of the main token holder. Usually, one sub-token can protect one person."

Xiao Ruobai nodded slightly, said no more, and waved his hand, "Begone."

Sinking River, like a Puppet receiving instructions, struggled to his feet, staggering as he transformed into a dim streak of escape light, quickly disappearing into the horizon.

Wang Xiaopang looked in the direction Sinking River had disappeared, then at the token in Xiao Ruobai's hand, and said to Xiao Ruobai, "Your methods... are too divine, aren't they?! To be able to control others, can these methods..."

"Minor tricks, not worth mentioning," Xiao Ruobai coldly replied.

Wang Xiaopang was choked, awkwardly rubbed his nose, and muttered, "Alright... I won't ask then..."