Tianji Sect

White Night temporarily ignored the rewards and just said to Qiu Xuan, "Elder, let's go."

Only when the Qinglan Sect's team disappeared into the horizon did Mo Jingfeng ask indignantly, "Sect Master, you're just letting them go?"

Sect Master looked at the direction White Night left, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes: "Go? The further they go, the harder they'll fall. Pass on my order, tell the manager of the Black Wind Mine to 'entertain' the Qinglan Sect people well."

Three days later, Qinglan Sect.

When Qiu Xuan returned to the Hall of Gathering Sages with the Black Wind Mine contract, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Lie Yangzi even burst out laughing: "I told you the Heavenly Extreme Sect wouldn't dare to disrespect the Immortal Alliance!"

Sect Master, however, frowned: "Sect Master is cunning by nature, how could he compromise so easily?"

White Night's Heavenly Heart Imprint suddenly felt a little hot. He took out a communication talisman, and saw a line of distorted characters appear on it: "Black Wind Mine riot, miners mutiny, Qinglan Sect manager detained - Mo Jingfeng of Heavenly Extreme Sect."

The atmosphere in the hall became heavy again. Qiu Xuan slapped his thigh: "Not good! It's a trap!"

White Night, however, was unusually calm. He pointed a finger at the map, and the Black Wind Mine's location lit up red: "They want to force us to break the contract first. As long as we send troops, they'll have an excuse to complain to the Immortal Alliance, saying we provoked trouble."

Sect Master's eyes flashed with anxiety: "But the manager is still in their hands..."

"I'll go." White Night stood up, and Wind Howling Silver Wolf jumped down from his embrace, letting out a low growl at everyone. "One man and one wolf, that's enough."

Qiu Xuan quickly tried to dissuade him: "The Heavenly Extreme Sect has laid a net of heaven and earth in the Black Wind Mine, you..."

"Might as well see their trump cards." White Night's figure had already disappeared outside the hall, leaving only a faint voice, "Within three days, I will bring back the mine and the person."

Inside the Hall of Gathering Sages, Sect Master gazed at the sea of clouds outside the window, murmuring, "This game of chess is getting riskier."

Lie Yangzi clenched his fist: "If the Heavenly Extreme Sect dares to harm Elder Bai in the slightest, I'll risk my Late Stage Soul Transformation cultivation to overturn their old nest!"

Qiu Xuan, however, shook his head, a hint of expectation flashing in his eyes: "That kid always creates miracles."

At this moment, the Black Wind Mine was shrouded in a bloody hue.

The Blood Soul Array outside the mine tunnel was even denser than three days ago, and countless vengeful spirits could vaguely be seen howling within the array. Mo Jingfeng stood beside the array core, toying with a blood-colored jade slip. The soul of the Qinglan Sect manager was imprisoned within the jade slip.

"White Night, oh White Night, come on then." Mo Jingfeng sneered, "As long as you step into the Blood Soul Array, your soul will be annihilated, and you'll never be reborn!"

The hundred Heavenly Extreme Sect disciples behind him simultaneously injected spiritual energy, and the Blood Soul Array's light grew even more intense, dyeing even the sun in the sky blood-red.

Just then, a green light pierced through the blood-red sky, striking towards the Blood Soul Array like a sharp sword.

Mo Jingfeng's eyes flashed with ecstasy: "He's here!"

The green light dissipated, and White Night's figure appeared outside the array. He looked at the dense blood-red light, a cold curve forming on his lips.

"Elder Mo, still well?"

Mo Jingfeng laughed loudly: "White Night, you really have guts! What a pity, today is your death day!" He violently crushed the blood-colored jade slip, "First, let you see how your people die!"

The moment the jade slip shattered, a mournful scream suddenly erupted from the Blood Soul Array; it was the voice of the Qinglan Sect manager.

White Night's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the nine rings of law simultaneously accelerated their rotation, spatial cracks constantly flickering around him.

"You shouldn't have touched my people."

Before his words finished, his figure had already transformed into a green rainbow, rushing directly into the Blood Soul Array.

A world-shaking battle was about to unfold in the Black Wind Mine. And the outcome of this battle would directly determine whether the Qinglan Sect could successfully advance to a fifth-rank sect... The blood-red mist within the Blood Soul Array was as thick as pulp; every breath felt like needles piercing one's soul.

As soon as White Night stepped into the array, the surrounding mist suddenly condensed, transforming into countless pale hands, grabbing from all directions. The palms still bore the desperate patterns of the miners before their deaths.

"These are the vengeful spirits of those who died unjustly in the mine." White Night's fingertips were wrapped in faint green wind-element spiritual energy. The moment the spiritual energy touched the hands, the illusory limbs let out shrill screams, turning into wisps of blood that merged into the mist. "The Heavenly Extreme Sect actually uses living human essence blood to nourish the array, truly insane."

Wind Howling Silver Wolf crouched low, a warning growl rumbling in its throat, its silver eyes barely able to discern outlines in the mist. It suddenly pounced to the left, its sharp wolf claws tearing apart a blood-red shadow—it was a vengeful spirit dressed in miner's clothes, raising a pickaxe to ambush from the side.

"Awoo!" The Silver Wolf shook its head, the bloodstains on its muzzle actually burning its fur, showing how domineering the evil energy of this array was.

White Night took a spirit condensing pill from his system space, crushed it, and fed it to the Silver Wolf: "Stay behind me." He hung the four symbols token above his head, and the green, red, blue, and yellow lights intertwined to form an umbrella-shaped barrier. The vengeful spirits attempting to approach would vanish like melting snow the moment they touched the light shield.

"White Night, don't waste your energy!" Mo Jingfeng's voice came from outside the array, filled with triumphant laughter, "This Blood Soul Array was forged with the essence blood of three thousand miners; your wind-element spiritual energy will only make them more excited!"

As soon as his voice fell, a neat chant suddenly echoed in the mist. Hundreds of vengeful spirit phantoms, holding pickaxes, emerged from the ground, forming a dense human wall. The pickaxe heads reflected a blood-red light, smashing fiercely towards White Night. The movements of these vengeful spirits were uniform, clearly controlled by the array as death soldiers.

White Night's eyes narrowed, and the iron sword in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling green light: "Wind Rift · Split!"

The sword light, like a rotating windmill, carried the sharpness of spatial cracks. Wherever it passed, the human wall was cleaved apart as if by an invisible giant axe, and the vengeful spirit phantoms scattered. But strangely, where they dissipated, even more vengeful spirits quickly emerged, as if endless.

"This won't do," White Night thought to himself, his Heavenly Heart Imprint operating at high speed, analyzing the flow trajectory of spiritual energy in the mist. "The energy source of the array is in the southeast; that should be the array core."

He flipped onto the Silver Wolf's back: "Go!"

The Spirit Wolf understood, its four paws treading through the blood-red mist, its figure as fast as lightning. White Night continuously swung his sword from the wolf's back, the sword light forming a green barrier that blocked all the vengeful spirits pouncing from both sides. One man and one wolf, like arrows shot from a bow, galloped towards the southeast.

The vengeful spirits along the way became denser, and even phantoms of Deity Transformation Realm cultivators appeared—these were the elders of the Black Stone Sect, silenced by the Heavenly Extreme Sect, their souls forcibly imprisoned in the array, becoming part of the Blood Soul Array.

"It's Elder Lin of the Black Stone Sect!" White Night recognized one of the phantoms. The other party had met him once at the Immortal AllianceTournament three years ago, and he hadn't expected such an outcome.

A hint of unbearable sadness flashed in his eyes, but he also knew that he couldn't be soft-hearted at this moment. With a swing of his iron sword, he decisively cut down the phantom, "Rest in peace."

Just as they were about to reach the array core, the mist suddenly churned violently, and a giant bear formed from countless vengeful spirits abruptly stood up. With a swipe of its bear claw, it created a huge deep pit in the ground ahead, and a blood-red shockwave swept towards White Night.

"A Late Stage Soul Transformation array spirit!" White Night's pupils constricted slightly. This giant bear's aura was even stronger than that of ordinary Late Stage Soul Transformation cultivators, clearly having absorbed a vast amount of vengeful spirit power.

He made a decisive move, throwing the Fire Department Token into the air: "Li Fire · Burn!"

The token burst forth with dazzling red light, and the fire element law, like a prairie fire, instantly ignited the surrounding blood-red mist.

The giant bear let out a painful roar in the flames, its enormous body dissolving at a visible speed.

"Good opportunity!" White Night urged the Silver Wolf, breaking through the final obstruction while the giant bear was restrained.

At the array core was a ten-foot-tall blood-red altar. Bound on the altar was the Qinglan Sect manager—he had long since died, a black dagger plunged into his chest, blood flowing from the dagger into a central groove on the altar, where a complex rune was carved, the energy core of the Blood Soul Array.

"Mo Jingfeng!" White Night's voice was cold, "You seek death!"

He waved his hand to destroy the altar, but saw the altar suddenly erupt with a blood-red light. The manager's corpse slowly stood up, its eyes glowing red, and it pounced towards White Night—its body was controlled by the array, becoming the final puppet.

White Night's sword stopped mid-air, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes.

Although this manager was only at the Golden Core Realm, he had served as an elder in the Qinglan Sect for thirty years, diligently and conscientiously. He hadn't expected such an end.

"Elder Bai, do it!" The puppet suddenly spoke, its voice hoarse but resolute, "Don't let my sacrifice be in vain..."

Before its words finished, it grabbed the dagger in its chest and fiercely stabbed its own head.

"Bang!"

The moment the puppet fell, the Blood Soul Array's light suddenly dimmed.

White Night took a deep breath, and his iron sword swung out, a green sword light falling like a waterfall, shattering the blood-red altar.

"No!" Mo Jingfeng outside the array let out a desperate roar; he could feel the array's energy rapidly draining away.

The moment the altar shattered, countless golden light points rose from the mist—these were the liberated vengeful spirits. They bowed deeply to White Night, then transformed into streaks of light and dissipated into the sky.

The blood-red mist shrouding the Black Wind Mine receded like a tide, revealing a clear sky.

White Night carried the manager's corpse out of the mine tunnel. Mo Jingfeng, leading his remaining disciples, was trying to escape. Seeing him emerge, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes: "White Night! I'll take you down with me!"

He violently slapped his chest, spitting out a mouthful of essence blood. His aura surged abruptly, instantly breaking through to Late Stage Soul Transformation, clearly having used some life-burning forbidden technique.

"Blood Demon Disintegration!" Mo Jingfeng transformed into a blood shadow, pouncing towards White Night with incredible speed.

White Night handed the manager's corpse to the Silver Wolf behind him, his eyes as cold as frost: "You don't know your place."

He simultaneously unleashed the four symbols token, and the four colored lights formed a rotating vortex in front of him. The four-element laws contained within the vortex collided, generating terrifying suction.

"Chaos · Devour!"

The blood shadow just touched the vortex and was immediately stuck as if in a quagmire. Mo Jingfeng let out a mournful scream, his body disintegrating inch by inch under the tearing force of the laws!

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