202: Chapter 10: The Enemy Arrives

A sharp glint flashed in Xuan Yangzi's eyes, and without a trace of hesitation, he immediately focused his Divine Thought and contacted Ling Canglan through a special channel.

His Divine Thought message was filled with undisguised delight and calculation.

"Canglan! The message has been received! Excellent! Truly excellent!"

"Accept! Accept this business deal fiercely for this Sect Master! Demand an exorbitant price! A sky-high price that will make them ache so much they can't sleep!"

"Send a few of the most cunning and best at acting! The mission must fail! And it must fail spectacularly, and reasonably!"

"It would be best if those who go return in a sorry state; not seriously injured, but noticeably so!"

"This isn't over yet!" Xuan Yangzi's tone shifted, carrying an even deeper chill and Killing Intent.

"After the mission fails, have your people find fault! Say that Glazed Holy Land's intelligence was severely flawed, that they concealed the true strength behind the target, causing Netherworld Hall to suffer huge losses and even severe injuries to its personnel!"

"Using this as an excuse, have Netherworld Hall in turn pressure them, demanding massive compensation! If they don't give it, or don't give it readily enough..."

"Then have Netherworld Hall's assassins 'visit' the Elders and Disciples of Glazed Holy Land! Let them also experience what it's like to be targeted by a top-tier assassin organization!"

"In short, stir up the waters, drag Glazed Holy Land into greater trouble and fear, and make them frantic! Let's see if they still dare to harbor such crooked thoughts!"

"This time, we must make these old foxes from Glazed Holy Land taste what it means to lose both the wife and the army! What it means to suffer the consequences of one's own actions! What it means to bring trouble upon oneself!"

"Go do it immediately! Do it beautifully!"

After the message was sent, Xuan Yangzi put away the smile on his face, but the delight and a hint of cold ruthlessness in his eyes lingered for a long time.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of Glazed Holy Land, and snorted coldly: "Playing dirty with my Azure Profound Sect? Let's see who plays whom to death!"

Ling Canglan received Xuan Yangzi's murderous message and swept it with his Divine Sense.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously tapped theDark Jade (Nether Jade) Throne, quickly weighing his options.

The Sect Master's plan is not only to accept the order but also to turn the tables, using their own scheme against them, to ruthlessly exploit Glazed Holy Land. This reward... must not be light.

It must be a sky-high price capable of severely wounding and deeply hurting even a Holy Land, only then can it match the Sect Master's intention, and only then can it be worthy of the weight represented by those few Prodigies who might be connected to the Revered Master.

A moment later, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he had already made his decision.

Without the slightest hesitation, a Divine Thought imbued with cold will tore through the Void Realm, directly transmitting to the Eastern Branch Palace:

"Youying, accept the order! Remuneration: three Saint-Grade Weapons, with complete Weapon Spirits; ten 'Nine-Revolving Soul-Returning Saint Pills'. Miss one, and it's off the table."

"Remember, only failure is allowed, not success..."

When Youying received the Grand Hall Master's strongly worded and extremely demanding instructions, even though he was a Saint King and accustomed to tribulations, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Three Saint-Grade Weapons! Ten Nine-Revolving Soul-Returning Saint Pills!" The nether flames in his eyes flickered violently, "The Grand Hall Master's price... is truly... an exorbitant slaughter!"

This price was no longer just making Glazed Holy Land's heart ache; it was practically gouging out their hearts and bones! How precious were Saint-Grade Weapons?

The Nine-Revolving Soul-Returning Saint Pill was even more of a life-saving Saint-Grade medicine; one pill was enough to make even Saint Realm experts fight over it!

The Grand Hall Master was clearly aiming to get rich in one swoop, and he hadn't left much room for the other party to bargain.

Moreover, the subsequent instructions to "find fault" and "apply pressure" were even more vicious, clearly intending to ruthlessly exploit Glazed Holy Land and then continue to cause trouble.

He dared not delay and immediately, according to the instructions, sent a message back to Glazed Holy Land via that Void Dark Talisman.

The message content was extremely brief.

"Mission acceptable. Remuneration: three Saint-Grade Weapons, ten Nine-Revolving Soul-Returning Saint Pills. Miss one, and it's off the table."

No explanation, no negotiation, only a naked, sky-high price.

In Glazed Holy Land, when Grand Elder True Person Liuguang (Flowing Light) received this message from Netherworld Hall, the air in the entire hall seemed to solidify.

"Three Saint-Grade Weapons! Ten Nine-Revolving Soul-Returning Pills!" an Elder exclaimed in shock, his face pale.

Even the Holy Lord Liuli Mingwang, seeing this list, couldn't help but twitch violently at the corner of his eye, his chest feeling stuffy.

This price far exceeded his psychological expectation, almost emptying a good portion of the Holy Land's top-tier inventory!

"Netherworld Hall... this is taking advantage of our misfortune!" Elder Chiyan flared up in rage, trembling all over.

Liuli Mingwang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his gaze was filled with resolute coldness.

"Give it to them!" He almost squeezed these words out from between his teeth, "Tell Netherworld Hall that this Lord... wants to see results as soon as possible!"

At this moment, the hearts of all the high-ranking members of Glazed Holy Land were bleeding. They seemed to already see the treasures accumulated by the Holy Land for ten thousand years continuously flowing into that bottomless black hole... On the other side, Ling Xi transformed into an inconspicuous azure stream of light, silently following behind Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu.

She clearly sensed that the two Senior Brothers in front were actually far from exerting their full speed.

With their current Heavenly Human Realm cultivation, especially with the Cant Catch Me movement technique taught by their Revered Master, if they truly wanted to shake them off, the pursuers behind them, including the most terrifying presence, might not be able to keep up.

However, Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu deliberately maintained their speed at a 'just right' critical point where they could be caught.

On one hand, it was indeed to accommodate Wang Xiaopang, whose cultivation was only at the Cave Heaven Realm and whose speed was limited even when desperately activating secret techniques.

But for a deeper reason, both knew tacitly that they needed this pressure, like a thorn in their backs, this life-and-deathforce (coercion), to truly temper their newly Breakthrough Realm, to thoroughly integrate and utilize what they gained from battling the ancient projections in the Tower of Heavenly Pride!

This was a kind of confidence, and also an ultimate pursuit of their own Dao!

"Big Brother! Second Brother! Can you go just a little bit faster! The aura of that old monster behind me is almost licking the back of my head!"

Wang Xiaopang's face was pale, and he cried out, feeling the chill behind him almost freezing his Divine Soul.

Xiao Ruobai's gaze was sharp as lightning, sweeping across the vast mountain range ahead, and he said in a deep voice: "Less nonsense! Hold on! This is a whetstone; it's perfect for solidifying our cultivation!"

Although Fang Hanyu did not speak, the Chaos Sword Qi circulating around him became increasingly condensed and pure, as if undergoing some kind of transformation under immense pressure.

Suddenly!

Above an inconspicuous barren mountain ahead, space rippled like water.

An indescribably terrifying pressure, like an ancient divine mountain descending, crushed down with a roar!

In an instant, winds and clouds solidified, and the Void Realm trembled! The Spiritual Qi within a hundred-mile radius was instantly drained, forming an absolute forbidden Domain!

A figure appeared there silently.

He wore a simple grey robe, his face was withered, wrinkles as deep as if carved by a knife and axe, and his sparse grey hair looked as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

His eyes were turbid and dull, as if covered by a layer of dead ash, but upon closer inspection, deep within that turbidity, there was a weariness that had seen through the vicissitudes of ages and a terrifying will that made one's Soul tremble!

King Realm Peak!

And certainly not an ordinary Peak! His aura was so profound and vast, far exceeding the likes of Yu Jizi, as if he had been cultivating at the King Realm Peak for over a thousand years!

Now, his Lifespan was exhausted, and his vitality was decaying, but that King Realm, accumulated over a thousand years, and his nearly Saint-Grade insights, still gave him the power to destroy the heavens and earth!