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“Elder Su, where are the Immortal Seed People of our sect?”
Su Jie waved his hand and said, “Why rush? I haven’t seen your sincerity yet. How can I let you meet them so quickly?”
An intelligent gleam flashed in Xu Gu’s eyes, and he smiled again, “Elder Su seems to be a bit distrustful of us. No problem, we will prove it with our actions.”
While speaking, the two entered an inn and went into a room.
Su Jie wantonly swept his Divine Sense around but found nothing. However, he had an ominous premonition that a Taoist Platform Realm expert was definitely lurking nearby, unknown to him what treasure was used to shield his Divine Sense, even his powerful Primordial Spirit could not detect it.
“Elder Su, here are 15 million Spirit Stones, all here.”
Without any courtesy, Xu Gu directly took out dazzling top-grade Spirit Stones from his Storage Bag, precisely fifteen thousand of them, equivalent to 15 million Low Grade Spirit Stones.
“Elder Xu, you are really straightforward.”
Su Jie’s eyes brightened, and a smile immediately appeared on his face.
Seeing Su Jie’s greedy look, Xu Gu sneered in his heart. These Spirit Stones were genuine, but did Su Jie really think he could take them away? Not just the Spirit Stones, even he himself must stay.
“Elder Su, can you hand over our sect’s Immortal Seed now?”
Xu Gu pointed at the pile of top-grade Spirit Stones and reached out to Su Jie again, intending for Zhang Xinming’s return as the cue to turn against him.
“Simple, the person is in the grove outside the city gates. You can send someone to fetch them yourself.”
Su Jie snapped his fingers and began to put the Spirit Stones on the ground into his own Storage Bag one by one.
Xu Gu had someone go fetch the person, while he smiled and watched Su Jie collect the money.
In less than two minutes, Zhang Xinming was found and brought in.
“Martial Uncle.”
Upon seeing his Martial Uncle and then Su Jie counting Spirit Stones, Zhang Xinming immediately understood what was happening.
“Xinming, how are you?”
A voice came from outside the room, followed by the graceful entrance of a woman.
“Master.”
Seeing Murong Yue, Zhang Xinming first felt shame instead of joy, after all, he had been exchanged with sect ransom.
At the moment Murong Yue appeared, Su Jie swept his Divine Sense over her, noting that her cultivation was at least at the Taoist Platform Realm.
“Ha, are you his Master? It’s rare for you two to meet again; I won’t disturb your joyous reunion, farewell.”
Su Jie blinked his eyes and planned to leave after storing all the Spirit Stones.
“Hmph, do you think you can just walk away after kidnapping my disciple?”
Murong Yue let out a cold snort, her pair of cold eyes staring directly at Su Jie.
Su Jie paused and said, “Elder Xu, is this… Alright, alright, are you going back on your word? Is this how you do business?”
“Su Jie, you vile demon, we from the Righteous sects are willing to do legitimate business, but with demons like you, any means are justified for ridding the people of you.”
Xu Gu no longer disguised himself and changed his stance.
“Haha, Su Jie, now that you are in my hands today, I will make sure you seek life in vain and death in despair.”
Liu Guanlin, the Sect Master of the Purple Mist Sect, also appeared in the room, his aura erupting like a volcano, indicating that his anger was nearly uncontrollable.
“And who might you be?”
Su Jie feigned puzzlement, his words almost causing Liu Guanlin to suffer internal injuries from rage.
“You wicked devil, you slaughter my disciples, destroy my Mountain Gate, seize my sect’s assets, harm my grandson, and you have the gall to ask who I am? I’m the one who will take your life.”
Liu Guanlin’s face turned ashen when he realized Su Jie didn’t recognize him, leaving him feeling inexplicably insulted.
“Oh, so you are the Sect Master of the Purple Mist Sect? No wonder you look somewhat familiar, similar to that unlucky kid Xiao Guanglian.”
Su Jie’s words, once spoken, immediately ignited Liu Guanlin, who was like a powder keg.
“Such audacity, you little devil, your gall knows no bounds; Guanglian, I’ll send this demon down to meet you right now.”
Liu Guanlin struck with a palm; his Taoist Platform Realm Second Level cultivation was exceptionally domineering. With just one strike, he could easily kill an ordinary Secret Realm Cultivator.
“Old man, why are you so excited? The dead can’t come back to life. If you’re worried that Xiao Guanglian is lonely, why don’t you go down and accompany him yourself?”
Su Jie used his spiritual power to form a shield and took out a low-grade protective magical treasure, one of the spoils plundered from the Purple Mist Sect.
As spiritual power collided fiercely, the entire inn was instantly demolished, and the two nearby streets disintegrated into dust. Su Jie staggered back several steps, forcibly stimulating his own chest and abdomen’s organs, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and was then ready to rise into the air to escape.
“Devilish Immortal Seed, indeed you have some ability, to barely withstand the spiritual power of the Taoist Platform Realm. But this is as far as you go.”
A voice fell from the sky, and Guan Chao Pavilion’s Supreme Elder Zhong Xinpeng appeared, blocking Su Jie’s path.
Along with him appeared eighteen Secret Realm Elders stepping out of the formation.
Three Taoist Platform Realms, plus eighteen Secret Realm Cultivators, a deadly trap against Su Jie was abruptly formed.
Su Jie glanced around, and in this life-or-death situation, he instead showed a brilliant smile: “Three Taoist Platform Realms, and eighteen Secret Realm Cultivators — you indeed think highly of me. Since that’s the case, I can’t let you down, otherwise people might say that as a Devilish Immortal Seed, I’m just an empty shell.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xinming, who had been quietly standing by Murong Yue, let out a terrible scream, curling up in pain.
“Xinming, what’s wrong with you…”
Murong Yue’s face changed dramatically, placing her hand on Zhang Xinming’s back, and a strange, sinister force immediately began to seep from Zhang Xinming’s body, spreading to her arm.
“A curse, you actually dared to curse, despicable scoundrel, you never intended to release him from the beginning?”
Murong Yue immediately identified the problem; Zhang Xinming had been cursed, and it was an exceedingly potent curse. Despite using her Taoist Platform Realm spiritual power, she couldn’t remove it quickly.
“Same as you, you never intended to trade sincerely either.”
Su Jie’s smile faded, revealing a gaze that seemed to see a dead person: “Since you are ruthless, don’t blame me for being unkind. Your disciple’s death is on your own hands.”
With Su Jie’s words, Zhang Xinming’s tormenting screams followed abruptly.
Because a pale finger drilled out from his mouth.
Followed by a second finger, a third finger, pale fingers emerged from Zhang Xinming’s mouth, forcibly cracking the corners of his mouth, rolling on the ground in unbearable pain.
“Xinming!”
Murong Yue cried out with all her might, trying to lift the curse, but she was not skilled in this area. Instead of succeeding, her attempts caused the curse to accelerate, hastening Zhang Xinming’s death.
Ultimately, in just a few seconds, Zhang Xinming’s body suddenly collapsed, enveloped tightly by countless pale arms, squeezed into a pile of minced meat, bones, viscera, and flesh mixed together. Even his soul perished within the curse, a horrific sight.
Murong Yue was completely stunned, staring blankly at the scene. Xu Gu shivered uncontrollably, while other people from the righteous sects all showed expressions of shock.
It was too fast, events unfolded too quickly. They barely managed to react before Zhang Xinming had already died violently on the spot.
What surprised them even more was that, at this point, Su Jie was not thinking about fleeing but still had the intent to kill.
Just as they thought this, Su Jie’s body descended to the ground.
“Trying to escape!”
Zhong Xinpeng noticed something was amiss and wanted to intervene to stop him, driving the flying sword through the air — a top-grade magical treasure-level flying sword.
But Su Jie was faster; a large hole cracked open on the ground below him, and Su Jie’s body fell through it.
Simultaneously, his body split almost into three, transforming into three blood-red beams that penetrated the ground, quickly flying away to a distance.
Zhong Xinpeng’s flying sword descended, nearly splitting Mengshan City in two. Countless civilians died tragically as the sword qi extended to the city’s walls, yet there was no sign of Su Jie.
“What kind of trick is this!”
Zhong Xinpeng frowned. He had seen the Blood Sea Devouring Sky Demon Technique before, but Su Jie’s was at the eighth level, and with his Heart Demon completely refined, it lacked the demonic aura typical of such techniques. Instead, it exuded a magnificent aura, leading him to mistake it for some kind of illusion.
“He hasn’t gone far, scatter and pursue.”
Zhong Xinpeng led the chase toward one direction of the blood-red beams.
“Little devil, if I don’t kill you today, I, Liu Guanlin, will die on the spot by my own hand.”
Liu Guanlin took a deadly oath, leading a group of Secret Realm Cultivators to pursue one of the blood-red beams.
“You demon, give me back my disciple’s life.”
Murong Yue’s delicate face was filled with hatred; her eyes were no longer calm but incredibly violent as she soared into the air pursuing the blood-red beam.
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