50: Shorting Yuanying

The battle fell into a stalemate in a strange balance.

Ye Chen's struggle with the guardian Yao Beast had already exceeded the understanding of ordinary Cultivators.

The spreading Domain of death was imprinted between heaven and earth, silently devouring everything.

The figures of the three Nascent Soul Old Monsters hovered in three different directions in the distance, wary of each other, but their gazes were fixed on the central battle.

They were waiting.

Waiting for that Yao Beast to exhaust its last life, and also waiting for that Devil Head to run out of strength.

The principle of the fisherman profiting was a colder iron rule than Law in the Cultivation World.

"Our target isn't the grass, it's them."

Lu Yuan's icy Divine Thought echoed in Han Yuexi's Sea of Consciousness.

"Let the water get a little murkier."

Han Yuexi's body stiffened slightly, and she looked at the three high and mighty Nascent Soul Old Monsters, understanding Lu Yuan's intention.

This man's heart was even colder than the ten-thousand-year-old Profound Ice at the bottom of the Burial God Abyss.

Lu Yuan's Divine Thought came again, this time directed at Su Qing beside him.

There was no extra explanation, only a precise command.

Su Qing followed without hesitation.

The Taiyin spiritual Qi within her body, like an invisible wisp of moonlight, silently crossed a thousand zhang distance and landed on the Red-haired Elder of Demon Flame Valley.

That spiritual Qi was extremely faint, without any aggressiveness, only pure healing and nourishment.

The Red-haired Elder, who was fully concentrated on being vigilant, trembled.

He felt his continuously depleting spiritual Qi.

He frowned slightly, his Divine Sense sweeping around, but he found nothing.

Was it some unknown medicinal effect hidden in the Medicinal Pill he had just taken? Or was it due to the special environment of this Burial God Abyss?

He couldn't understand it, but the real feedback from his body made the vigilance in his heart unconsciously relax a bit.

In his opinion, this might be the will of heaven helping him.

And this slight relaxation, in Lu Yuan's eyes, was a priceless arbitrage window.

On the light screen in front of him, a new line of transaction quietly appeared.

Available for trade: Profound Ice Palace Elder's Magic Treasure 'Ice Soul Divine Light Mirror' will fail within one breath.

Put option: If you buy it and the event occurs, you will profit 150 karma points.

Lu Yuan confirmed the purchase without the slightest hesitation.

The next moment, the Sword Intent of [Sever Karma] in his Sea of Consciousness was condensed into an invisible needle, tens of thousands of times finer than a strand of hair.

This needle did not stab anyone.

It pierced the spiritual Qi connection point between the white-robed female Cultivator of Profound Ice Palace and the 'Ice Soul Divine Light Mirror' hovering in front of her, in a way that transcended the concept of space.

Sever.

The white-robed female Cultivator's pupils suddenly contracted.

She felt an instantaneous, incomprehensible Fault in the connection between herself and her Lifebound Treasure.

The brilliant light of the "Ice Soul Divine Light Mirror" dimmed at this moment.

Opportunity!

The old man from Myriad Sword Manor, who had been waiting for the opportune moment like a drawn sword, shot out a brilliant light from his eyes.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

A sword light, condensed to the extreme, tore through the sky, without any hesitation, heading straight for the white-robed female Cultivator, whose guard was down due to her Magic Treasure being out of control.

"How dare you!"

The white-robed female Cultivator's angry shout carried a hint of embarrassment, as she was forced to activate her protective spiritual light for defense.

The sword light collided with the spiritual light, and she let out a muffled groan, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

She was injured.

The fragile, cicada-wing-thin trust between the three parties was shattered by this single sword strike.

"Madman!"

"You're courting death!"

The Profound Ice Palace female Cultivator, who had been ambushed, retaliated in a rage, and the Elder of Demon Flame Valley also joined the battle with a sinister smile.

They all thought the other party had broken the balance first.

A more tragic Nascent Soul-level melee erupted.

In Lu Yuan's mind, the cold prompt from the Exchange sounded.

Put option contract settled, profit 150 karma points.

He successfully extracted his share of profit in the gaps of the Nascent Soul battle.

However, it was precisely this flow of karma points, this Sword Intent that severed connections, that formed an imperceptible abnormal fluctuation in the chaotic Karma field of the entire Burial God Abyss.

This fluctuation was captured by someone who shouldn't have been able to perceive it.

Ye Chen, in the midst of fierce battle, turned his head.

His blood-red gaze pierced through the chaotic spiritual light, through the distorted Devilish Qi, and locked onto the cliff where Lu Yuan was hiding.

He bared his teeth, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth, his smile full of cruelty and delight.

"Found you!"

Ye Chen let out a wild roar, actually enduring a divine light blast from the guardian Yao Beast, allowing half of his body to explode, just to break free from the entanglement.

He raised his intact arm, and a monstrous demonic claw, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, tore through the Void Realm, carrying an imposing might capable of crushing everything, heading straight for the cliff where Lu Yuan was hiding.