"Jiejiejie! Shen Yongsheng, do you really think a backwater nobody like you can break my Holy Sect’s Tier Two Array?"
"ROAR!"
A savage, ferocious roar from an ape echoed.
Perched on a protruding rock on the cliff face was a cyan-black ape, half-squatting. It continuously beat its chest, producing a deep, thunderous THUMP THUMP!
With each furious roar, visible ripples of pale gray energy spread out like tangible sledgehamrs, smashing down below!
The gray Demon Wolf, bearing the brunt of the attack, was hit hard. Blood poured from its eyes, ears, nose, and mouth as it let out a pained whimper.
Its enormous body crashed to the ground. Limbs twitching and mouth foaming, it had been knocked unconscious by the terrifying Divine Sense attack.
"Many thanks for your assistance, Fellow Daoist Hou!"
Wang Zezhou’s stooped body suddenly and unnaturally straightened. Across his wrinkled, ravine-like face, Demon Patterns began to spread.
SLASH!
A flash of silvery-white sword light flared.
Shen Yongsheng was decapitated.
But before Wang Zezhou could move forward, a dark shadow flitted past and snatched Shen Yongsheng’s Storage Pouch.
Taking a closer look, he realized it was his own Talisman Master.
"Wei Chusheng?"
Wang Zezhou was stunned.
However, after sizing up ’Wei Chusheng’s’ Cultivation, Wang Zezhou let out a sinister, chilling laugh.
"So you were using a false identity as well... But is a re Human Dao Foundation Establishnt your trump card for fighting over the Hundred Refinents Profound Weapon Record?"
BOOM!
The aura of Wang Zezhou’s Earth Dao Foundation Establishnt Second Level Cultivation erupted from his body.
An oppressive pressure, no weaker than that of the Cyan-arm Stone Ape, descended abruptly.
Qin Xuan’s face filled with terror, his frightened expression utterly convincing. "Old Ancestor, you... you’re an Earth Dao Foundation Establishnt Cultivator?"
"Jiejiejie! You’re scared now? It’s too late!"
Wang Zezhou laughed wildly. "I’ll tell you the truth. I hail from the Holy Sect! Though I used a possession technique on a Cultivator from a family here in Daqian, the intricacies of it all are beyond the understanding of a re Loose Cultivator like you."
anwhile, the Cyan-arm Stone Ape was on a rampage, tearing the resisting Cultivators to pieces, one by one, and devouring them alive.
The scene was utterly grueso.
Soon, every Cultivator in Yunxi Valley had been slaughtered. There were almost no survivors.
"Why are you telling all this..."
The terror vanished from Qin Xuan’s face, replaced by a look of inquiry. "Actually, I’m more curious. Which generation did you join the Holy Sect? Who was your Incense Master... Do you know Wen Shichu and Xie Qing?"
Seeing Qin Xuan’s fear suddenly disappear, Wang Zezhou sensed that sothing was wrong.
’Incense Master?’
A look of confusion crossed his face.
He clearly had no idea who the people Qin Xuan ntioned were.
"It seems you’ve been away from the Holy Sect for quite a while. And your Cultivation is so low... you probably ran away when you were still just a Demon Disciple, never receiving our Holy Sect’s True Inheritance..."
Qin Xuan shook his head in disappointnt.
’No wonder he’s been hiding in Daqian all this ti without being exposed. A hundred-sothing years old with a Lifebound Longsword, yet still only at Foundation Establishnt Second Level...’
’Alright, I’m done playing around.’
Qin Xuan smiled, revealing a set of white teeth. The aura around him surged like a vast ocean, suddenly swelling into a tidal wave that crashed forward.
Unable to bear the strain, the Tier Two Trapping Array shattered with a CRASH.
Wang Zezhou’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. His voice trembled, "Heav... Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishnt Seventh Level!"
He’d really kicked a steel plate this ti!
Wang Zezhou let out a strange cry as Demonic Essence erupted from his body, and he shot backward in retreat.
He racked his brain but couldn’t fathom why a magnificent Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishnt Cultivator like Qin Xuan would willingly lower himself to serve his insignificant Wang Family.
This was the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishnt Seventh Level!
He even had a chance of breaking through to the Purple Mansion Realm!
Wang Zezhou bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of crimson Essence Blood. His Escape Light suddenly accelerated.
As he fled, he didn’t forget to cry for help.
"Fellow Daoist Hou... save ! After this is over, I promise to bring you another batch of family Cultivators..."
But to his shock, the Cyan-arm Stone Ape, in whom he had placed such high hopes, prostrated itself on the ground.
Its long arms, covered in cyan-black fur, held up a string of Storage Pouches in offering.
"Youliang... pays his respects to Master Qin."
BOOM!
The words struck Wang Zezhou like a bolt from the blue, freezing him in place.
With no way out, a flicker of crazed desperation flashed in his eyes. He frantically looked around, and his gaze instantly locked onto Wang Lanng, who was standing frozen in fear not far away.
"Get over here!"
A powerful suction force shot out, pulling the distant Wang Lanng into his grasp. In a last-ditch effort, he pressed his longsword against Wang Lanng’s delicate skin.
"Wei Chusheng, if you dare take another step, I’ll crush your little lover!"
"Master..." Wang Lanng’s voice trembled, her pretty face deathly pale.
"What makes you think you can control with a re maidservant?"
Qin Xuan made a grasping motion in the air.
VMMMM—
A long, dark-red banner, made of a material that was neither tal nor jade, materialized out of thin air.
Bloody light surged from the pitch-black surface of the banner as countless fine, blood-red threads spread out. The sounds of wailing ghosts and howling wolves filled the entire canyon.
’Wei Chusheng is a Demon Cultivator too?!’
A chill ran down Wang Zezhou’s spine, as if he’d been plunged into an ice cellar. It felt like even his Divine Soul was frozen solid.
"AHHH!" With a blood-curdling scream...
...Wang Zezhou was sucked into the Soul-devouring Banner with almost no power to resist.
Along with him, Wang Lanng also beca a lost soul under the banner. Her beautiful life was cut short, leaving not even a corpse behind.
「...」
Qin Xuan looked at the corpses strewn everywhere and sighed helplessly.
’Sigh, I was supposed to be lying low. How did I end up killing everyone again?’
’Oh, right! Old Zhao!’
Qin Xuan helped the Cyan-arm Stone Ape to its feet. "Old Zhao, weren’t you out on a mission? It’s been a few years. How did you end up like this?"
The mont Qin Xuan had secretly used the Bone-Transforming Corpse Beetle, the hidden Cyan-arm Stone Ape had noticed it.
At that ti, it had used Telepathy to inform Qin Xuan of Wang Zezhou’s true identity.
"Master Qin, it’s a long story."
The Cyan-arm Stone Ape... no, Zhao Youliang, slowly rose. His voice was hoarse and tinged with bitterness.
"A year ago, I ca here to eliminate a Foundation Establishnt Loose Cultivator nad Hu Youguang. Who would have thought that bastard also had a Foundation Establishnt Monkey Demon... Using the Top-Grade Spiritual Artifact you gave , I managed to poison him to death, but my Lifebound Longsword shattered in the fight, and I was gravely injured myself..."
"I had no choice but to use the Possession Secret Technique and take over this beast’s body..."
Now, apart from his Divine Soul which was still of the Human Race, every part of Zhao Youliang’s body was that of a Demon Cultivator.
Even he himself had been unable to accept it.
"With the war in Canglin Country starting, my Cultivation was too low for to return to the sect. So, I joined forces with a few Loose Cultivators to open this Ten Thousand Treasures Marketplace."
"Master Qin, I must look hideous now, don’t I?"
Qin Xuan studied his powerful Ape Demon body and said reassuringly, "Though it’s not a human body, it’s a blessing in disguise. There’s no need to feel ashad."
"For an ordinary Cultivator, even possessing a Low-Tier mber of their own race is a near-fatal ordeal. Not only did you possess an Exotic Demon Ape whose Realm was higher than yours, but you also successfully completed its Refinent, stabilized your Foundation Establishnt Cultivation, and even assimilated its Demon Pill... With luck like that, you could say you have a great fortune."
Qin Xuan glanced at the wreckage of Yunxi Valley and suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
"It’s my fault, really. I got your Marketplace, the one you worked so hard to build a reputation for, destroyed. So, what are your plans now?"
"Will you return to the Holy Sect, or continue to stay at this Marketplace?"
In his earlier Telepathy conversation with Zhao Youliang, Qin Xuan had ntioned that he was very interested in the inheritance for the Tier Two Spiritual Artifact and asked him to find a way to make a copy for him.
He hadn’t expected Zhao Youliang to be so reckless as to directly incite a chaotic battle.
He was the one who had provoked Sun Hongchang using his Innate Divine Techniques.
"The Holy Sect is a place that eats people without spitting out the bones. I never want to go back there in this lifeti..."
At the thought of his past days in the Blood Demon Sword Sect, the cyan-black fur all over Zhao Youliang’s body stood on end. He shook his head again and again in refusal.
"So you want to stay here and continue as a Demon Cultivator?"
But Zhao Youliang shook his head again.
"Whether the Marketplace has a reputation or not doesn’t matter. As long as the prices are low enough, it will attract Cultivators," Zhao Youliang said.
"But running a black market here is just a temporary solution. It’s not sustainable. Once the inventory runs out, or the war ends, I’ll have nowhere to go."
Qin Xuan was getting a little impatient.
’You won’t do this, you won’t do that. What do you want to do, then?’
Unexpectedly, Zhao Youliang suddenly dropped to his knees and kowtowed with a THUD THUD. His pair of monkey eyes, looking up at Qin Xuan, were filled with hope.
"Master Qin, I am willing to beco your Spirit Pet! You are a person of great destiny. Youliang is willing to serve at your command!"
"Huh?"
Qin Xuan was taken aback, clearly not having expected this outco.
However, after thinking it over, he realized this was indeed the best possible result.
’After all, I’m basically cheating.’
’But Old Zhao doesn’t know that. For him to have this realization... no wonder he managed to survive.’
"Alright. You can follow for the ti being, then."
"By the way, how many Foundation Establishnt Pills do you have left?" Qin Xuan suddenly asked with a grin.
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