218: Chapter 218 The Quasi-Holy Son of the Glazed Holy Land Emerges from Seclusion

Inside the cave, Wang Xiaopang’s bloody history came to an end. He slumped to the ground, his face full of remorse.

Xiao Ruobai finished dealing with the last trace of Death Qi on his arm, then looked up at Ling Xi: “Third Junior Sister, did Master send you down the mountain?”

Ling Xi nodded slightly, her eyes appearing somewhat profound in the flickering firelight: “Revered Master said this place is lively, so he let me come to gain some experience and see the world.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Xiao Ruobai, whose Battle Intent had not yet faded, and Fang Hanyu, whose aura was calm and composed. A faint curve flashed across her lips.

“It seems the experiences of you two Senior Brothers recently have been far more… colorful than Junior Sister imagined.”

Xiao Ruobai laughed heartily, patting the Nine Heavens Dragon Soul Halberd beside him: “Isn’t that right! Sparring with these old guys has really loosened up my bones!”

Although he spoke casually, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle’s, clearly indicating that these fierce battles had greatly benefited him.

He suddenly remembered something and turned to ask Wang Xiaopang: “Oh, right, Xiaopang, you just said you were stripped naked… What about the seven star secret token? Was that also taken?”

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaopang immediately perked up, chuckled smugly, and pulled out the ancient token from his embrace, shaking it.

“You mean that ignorant, black-hearted thief, Big Brother? He stripped me bare, but he actually threw this token back at me, treating it like trash!

Haha, Fat Master got a freebie!”

He put the token away as if presenting a treasure, then looked expectantly at the several Storage Rings that Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu had plundered.

“Big Brother, Second Brother, quickly see if there are any good talismans and spiritual ink among these spoils of war! This time I’m going to draw some big ones. Next time I get ambushed, I’ll blow them sky-high!”

Just as Wang Xiaopang was rubbing his fists, and Xiao Ruobai and the others were preparing to tally their gains and regulate their Qi, the news of their slaying of a King Realm expert and beheading of an old monster, swept through the entire Eastern Domain like a raging hurricane, at an astonishing speed.

The top forces in the Eastern Domain grew even warier of the group.

In Supreme Mystery Holy Land, Saint Yun Yicheng’s knuckles were white as he clutched a Jade Slip recording the battle details. The usual gentle expression on his face was replaced by extreme shock. He gazed at the sea of clouds outside the window and murmured to himself.

“Heavenly beings attacking a King Realm cultivator. We truly have been frogs in a well.” The Elder protecting him remained silent, his eyes also filled with disbelief.

Other Saint-level figures from various Holy Lands turned ashen-faced upon receiving the news; some even accidentally knocked over their spiritual tea.

They usually prided themselves as Prodigies and competed with each other, but at this moment, they clearly felt a despairing gap, like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

In Glazed Holy Land, the stone door of an Immortal Cave, filled with Spiritual Qi, rumbled open. A young man in luxurious robes, with a somewhat pale and weak face, stepped out.

It was Xue Wuhen, the Quasi-Holy Son, who had been in seclusion for a long time and had consumed a large amount of precious resources from the Holy Land, only to barely manage to raise his cultivation back to the Late Stage Cave Heaven Realm.

Compared to his arrogant and overbearing demeanor before his seclusion, his eyes now held an indelible trace of terror, and even his aura seemed somewhat restless and unstable.

To “restore his Dao Heart,” his seclusion this time had been a torment.

For the first few days, he couldn't even swallow plain water. Whenever he saw liquid food, the disgusting image of the latrine would appear before his eyes, his stomach would churn, and he would vomit incessantly.

The various top ingredients he used to love now made him nauseous just thinking about them. This complete physical and mental torment had almost completely broken him.

Now, he forced himself to emerge from seclusion, trying hard to regain his former arrogance, but his slightly trembling fingertips betrayed the fragility in his heart.

He looked at the Disciple respectfully waiting outside the Immortal Cave, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible hoarseness and urgency.

“During my seclusion, has there been any news from outside the Sect? Has that damned fatty… been caught?!”

He almost gritted his teeth as he asked the last question, his eyes flashing with extreme malice.

In his heart, all the humiliation stemmed from that damned fatty! As long as he could dismember Wang Xiaopang, extract his soul, and refine his essence, he could completely wash away the stain and regain his Dao Heart!

The Disciple trembled violently upon hearing this, his face instantly turning as pale as paper. He fell to his knees with a thud, his voice choked with sobs: “Reporting… reporting to Quasi-Holy Son… The fatty, the fatty… he, he…”

Seeing his appearance, Xue Wuhen felt an extremely ominous premonition, but still held a glimmer of hope. He sternly shouted: “Why are you stammering! Speak! Has he been caught? Where is he being held? Quickly take me there.”

“No… no, Quasi-Holy Son!” The Disciple almost collapsed to the ground.

“Not only was that fatty… not caught… He, he later encountered two fiends on the border of Xuan Province and beheaded Elder Yu Jizi!”

“What Elder Yu Jizi?” Xue Wuhen didn’t react for a moment, asking subconsciously, then his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needlepoint, “What did you say? Elder Yu Jizi, a King Realm cultivator?!”

“Exactly, Quasi-Holy Son!” The Disciple wailed, “The news is absolutely true and has spread throughout the Eastern Domain! They are even more powerful now!”

“This is outrageous, what about the Holy Land? Did they not intervene again?!”

Xue Wuhen’s voice carried his last hope and an imperceptible tremor. The Holy Land was his only hope for revenge.

The Disciple trembled all over, burying his head even lower, his voice filled with fear: “Reporting to Saint, the Holy Land, the Holy Land’s higher-ups seem to have some reservations…”

“Reservations?”

Xue Wuhen interrupted him, as if he had heard a huge joke, his emotions agitated, “My Glazed Holy Land, would it be wary of a few Loose Cultivators from the wilderness? What is their background, exactly?! Speak!”

The Disciple shivered, startled by his harsh tone, and quickly said: “It is said that those two fiends, one is called Battle Asura, and the other is called Sword White Robe. It seems there is a peerless expert behind them!”

“Battle Asura, Sword White Robe. Peerless expert…”

These words boomed in Xue Wuhen’s mind like a death knell!

Of course, he knew these two names!

What made him even colder was the terrifying rumor about the “expert behind them”—the Demon Heaven Sect was wiped out with a flick of a finger! What kind of heaven-defying means was that?

Although Glazed Holy Land was strong, it would never willingly form a mortal enmity with such an existence!

It seems that relying on the Holy Land to fully avenge me will be difficult… This realization was like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing his last shred of fantasy. But immediately, a more twisted sense of unwillingness and resentment grew from the bottom of his heart.

This immense humiliation, this hatred that almost destroyed his Dao foundation, if it could not be avenged, his cultivation in this life would never advance, Heart Demons would proliferate, and he would forever live in the shadows!

But this blood feud… if I don’t avenge it, how can my Dao Heart be stable?!

Just as his mind was in turmoil, almost swallowed by despair, another thought suddenly sprang out. His hasty exit from seclusion would surely not be kept secret.

How would those rivals within the Holy Land who had long disliked him, and the other Quasi-Holy Sons, mock him? Perhaps at this moment, he, Xue Wuhen, had already become the biggest laughingstock of the entire Glazed Holy Land!

Staying here, not only would he have no hope of revenge, but he would also have to endure endless ridicule and disdain, which was even more unbearable than death!

I can’t stay here any longer… I must leave immediately!

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