181: Zhang Badao's Glazed Sacred Land

Saying that, he lifted his foot and stomped hard on the ground near the cave entrance!

"Boom!"

A thick and majestic Spiritual Qi penetrated the ground, and the soil and rocks around the cave entrance seemed to come alive.

They quickly wriggled and stacked, and in the blink of an eye, the opening was tightly sealed. From the outside, it almost blended in with the surrounding mountain wall, leaving no flaws.

After doing all this, he still seemed to think it wasn't enough. He stretched out two fingers, thick as carrots, and quickly etched several ancient and mysterious runes in the air above the sealed cave entrance.

The runes flashed and disappeared, merging into the mountain rock. A very faint, yet extremely tough, hidden fluctuation quietly spread out, completely isolating the aura near the cave entrance.

"Hmm, that's about right! Unless a Saint specifically comes to search, no one will discover that fatty is hidden here. Kid, good luck! When you wake up, dig yourself out!"

Shi Wanshan nodded with satisfaction at his "masterpiece," no longer lingering. His figure flickered, transforming into a thick, solid earthy-yellow streak of light. Carrying tonight's incredibly bountiful harvest, he soared into the sky with a joyful mood, instantly disappearing into the horizon, heading straight towards the Azure Profound Sect camp.

In the valley, only a mess remained, along with the Myriad Law Pavilion members who were gradually regaining consciousness with groans, and that pitiful fatty who was deeply "buried" in the depths of the mountain, completely unaware of all this, probably still calculating how many Spirit Stones he had lost in his dreams...

On the other side, just as Shi Wanshan was excitedly sifting through Wang Xiaopang's pile of "collections" and picking up the moon-white Dao robe, which he had stripped from Xue Wuhen, the quasi-Saint of Glazed Holy Land, to examine its exquisite embroidery under the moonlight...

Dozens of miles away, an old man with a sinister face, dressed in Glazed Holy Land attire, stood in the air, holding an ancient "Tracing Light Mirror" in his hand.

The old man's name was Yu Jizi. He was an Elder of the Glazed Holy Land, possessing a Middle Stage King Realm cultivation. This time, he had come under strict orders specifically to apprehend the madman who had humiliated the quasi-Saint and to retrieve the seven star secret token.

Suddenly, an almost imperceptible streak of light flashed across the surface of the Tracing Light Mirror, pointing towards the southeast!

Yu Jizi's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp cold light burst forth!

"It's the fluctuation of the 'Liuli Soul Imprint'! There's no mistake! It's the secret tracking imprint planted on Junior Nephew Xue's personal Magic Treasure robe!"

This Soul Imprint was a secret contingency plan used by core members of the Holy Land to lock onto enemies when they encountered misfortune.

Unless the Magic Treasure robe was completely destroyed or continuously isolated with extremely strong magic power, once exposed, it would be sensed by the Tracing Light Mirror within a certain range.

"What a little thief! He finally showed his true colors! Chase!"

Yu Jizi let out a low shout, his figure transforming into a cyan rainbow, breaking through the air and leaving.

Behind him, four Holy Land law enforcement Elders, all in the Heavenly Human Realm, immediately fully activated their movement techniques, following closely with Killing Intent.

However, when they arrived at the chaotic valley, filled with Spiritual Qi disturbances and a complete mess, Yu Jizi's expression instantly became as dark as water.

"The imprint fluctuation... disappeared again?!"

The light on the Tracing Light Mirror quickly dimmed, and the pointer swayed weakly.

"How is that possible? It clearly flashed here just now!"

Just as Yu Jizi's powerful Divine Sense, like an invisible net, repeatedly swept over every inch of the valley, yet found nothing, and his heart was filled with surprise and uncertainty—

"Cough... cough cough..."

"My waist! The Spiritual Vein! Who was it?!"

A series of painful groans and shouts of anger mixed with shock came from nearby.

The Myriad Law Pavilion members, who had been knocked out and robbed by Shi Wanshan, were now gradually waking up.

They were dizzy, their Spiritual Qi sluggish. After seeing themselves almost stripped bare and the Sect's precious Spiritual Vein gone missing, their eyes immediately turned red with fury.

As soon as they opened their eyes, they saw the five individuals, led by Yu Jizi, with their powerful auras and cold expressions. Especially when they felt the unfathomable King's pressure from Zhao Song, their hearts were greatly shaken.

The gray-robed Elder, the leader of the Myriad Law Pavilion, who was in the Late Stage Heavenly Human Realm, suppressed his injuries and angrily pointed at Yu Jizi: "Your Excellency actually launched a sneak attack, stole my Sect's Spiritual Vein, and took our Magic Treasures! Who exactly are you, to commit such a despicable act!"

He subconsciously assumed that the strangers who appeared on the scene were the culprits.

Yu Jizi was already irritated from losing his target, and hearing this, his anger flared even more. The King's pressure descended like an iceberg.

"Presumptuous! I am Yu Jizi of the Glazed Holy Land! What are you all, to dare to slander me with a sneak attack?"

His gaze was like a knife, sweeping over the disheveled Myriad Law Pavilion members, his voice icy cold.

"I have no time to waste words with you! Immediately hand over that audacious, fat little thief who humiliated my Holy Land's quasi-Saint! Otherwise, don't blame me for treating you as accomplices and eliminating you all!"

In Yu Jizi's view, the little thief's aura disappeared here, and the Myriad Law Pavilion people just happened to be here. Even if they weren't in cahoots, they must be involved!

"Glazed Holy Land?"

The Myriad Law Pavilion Elder's heart tightened, but the anger and humiliation of having their Sect's precious treasure stolen prevented him from backing down.

"What little thief? We don't know! Your Excellency, don't make baseless accusations! It was clearly you..."

"Stubborn!" Yu Jizi completely lost patience, only wanting to finish quickly and find clues.

He casually flicked his sleeve, and a colossal force, like mountains and seas, surged out.

"Bang!"

The Myriad Law Pavilion Elder was already injured, how could he block it?

He was immediately sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing through a pile of rocks, spitting out blood, his aura instantly becoming extremely weak.

"Elder!"

"Let's fight them!"

The remaining Myriad Law Pavilion Disciples were both shocked and angry, but dared not speak out. The opponent was the Glazed Holy Land, and there was a King Realm expert overseeing them!

The four law enforcement Disciples behind Yu Jizi had already formed a battle formation, their Killing Intent locked onto the Myriad Law Pavilion members.

Yu Jizi's tone was grim as he issued his final ultimatum: "Within three breaths, if you do not hand over the little thief, or provide his whereabouts, this place... will leave no one alive!"

The Myriad Law Pavilion members at this moment felt a mixture of emotions, so aggrieved they almost vomited blood.

The heavily injured gray-robed Elder lay on the ground, his heart roaring madly: "Damn it! Who in the world was that scoundrel who attacked us? Not only did he steal the Spiritual Vein, but he also stripped us down to our underwear!

Now, a Glazed Holy Land suddenly appears, demanding we hand over someone? We haven't even seen a fat mouse!"

A thought uncontrollably popped into his mind: 'Could it be... that they stole the Spiritual Vein, and now they want to falsely accuse us and find an excuse to silence us?!'

He felt a surge of foul Qi stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down. He wished he could let out a long howl to the sky, but he dared not truly provoke this killing god in front of him.

He forced a breath, hissing: "Senior Yu Jizi! We... we truly have not seen any fat little thief!

We came here to collect that Spiritual Vein, but unexpectedly, we were ambushed and only just woke up from unconsciousness! Senior, please see clearly!"

His voice trembled with despair as he tried to make one last explanation.

At the same time, he secretly crushed a communication jade talisman in his sleeve, anxiously shouting in his heart: 'Pavilion Master! Come quickly! Yu Jizi of the Glazed Holy Land is here, trying to frame us, we are in danger!'

The rest of the Myriad Law Pavilion Disciples were even more ashen-faced and trembling.

Facing such a behemoth as the Glazed Holy Land and the overwhelming pressure of a King Realm expert, they couldn't even muster the thought of resisting. They could only watch in terror as their Elder pleaded bitterly, their hearts filled with fear and confusion.

Some Disciples subconsciously looked around, as if hoping to find the so-called "little thief" to prove their innocence, but all they saw was the mess and the cold eyes of the Glazed Holy Land members.