So, he casually found a chair to sit on, waiting patiently.
Soon, Murong Yan arranged everything, then looked at Yang Tian, her gaze unusually heavy, and asked again: "Are you really Yang Tian?" Yes, brother Yang Tian.
"You killed it?"
Murong Yan was initially surprised upon hearing Yang Tian’s words, then sneered at him coldly.
"Do you an to say you could even kill Brother Ouyang?"
To her, Ouyang Xu, a core disciple of the Four Gates and One Valley, was as invincible as her own father, Murong Longcheng. He represented the pinnacle of Yuan Ying’s strength.
As the elite of the Four Gates and One Valley, they weren’t the kind of opponents ordinary magical weapons or distractions could deal with.
Above them were Su Yi, Zhao Xiuyuan, and another—the top three most formidable figures in the realm of cultivation. Each was a mighty warrior, capable even of challenging elders in the Four Gates and One Valley.
Could Yang Tian defeat them?
That was nothing short of a foolish dream!
But instead of reacting to Murong Yan’s disdain, Yang Tian chose to stay silent.
Even the Azure Dragon Sword revered these individuals. Yet in Yang Tian’s perspective, Ouyang Xu and his peers were no more than ants!
The more Yang Tian remained quiet, the angrier Murong Yan beca. She scoffed, "I rember returning to help Chen Shii find a Soul Stabilizing dicine, and she ntioned you. I thought back then that you were conceited. Now I see, you are utterly arrogant!"
As she spoke, a trace of regret flickered across Murong Yan’s face.
It seed her concern for Chen Xue’s elder brother, Yang Tian, was unfounded—his ignorance about the nature of things wasn’t worth bothering over!
At that mont, hearing her ntion Soul Stabilizing dicine, Yang Tian’s brows furrowed sharply, and he asked, "What did you say you were searching for, for Chen Xue?"
"Soul Fixing Grass? Why?"
Murong Yan looked at Yang Tian suspiciously, then said, "Yes! You’re from the Lower Realm, so of course you wouldn’t know about treasures like Soul Firming Grass. Chen Shii has a rare Jianxin constitution and has excelled in practicing my patriarchal techniques. But still, her soul isn’t stable enough because she’s from a lower background. This cultivation-enhancing herb can stabilize her soul, allowing her to train without obstacles. That is the advantage of practicing within the Truth Domain. All materials required for cultivation can be obtained there!"
She spoke with a streak of pride, as if Yang Tian, being from the Lower Realm, was unworthy of knowing about the rare treasures found in the upper world.
Yet she was unaware of the mories carved into Yang Tian’s mind concerning the Devil and those soul-binding herbs. Not to ntion that even amongst the stars of the universe, such treasures were counted as Divine items of imnse rarity.
The truth was undeniable—while the herb indeed carried the stabilizing properties Murong Yan described, that wasn’t its true purpose.
In the mories he had inherited from the Demon King, Soul Fixing Grass didn’t rely stabilize the soul—its primary purpose was to perfectly rge the soul with the body. It was an invaluable asset for sacrificial rituals.
Indeed, a sacrifice!
On this earth, hearing tales of swords, Yang Tian recalled how Yun Leng Immortal of the Sword Sect gathered divine corpses abandoned by the heavens during tribulations!
Because Yun Han Immortal had shifted to training the Three Immortal path, it had essentially severed her future progression. Her only hope of advancing was seizing Chen Xue, a Jianxin Constitution bearer, to take another step forward in cultivation!
But even after taking over Chen Xue’s body, if Yun Han Immortal couldn’t perfectly rge with it, her cultivation path would remain obstructed, possibly even resulting in worse consequences!
But with the soul-nurturing grass, all obstacles could be resolved!
Upon realizing this, a cold glint flickered in Yang Tian’s eyes, and his killing intent toward Yun Han Immortal grew deeper!
He imdiately turned to Murong Yan and asked in a low, somber voice, "Have you found that soul-binding herb yet?"
Faced with Yang Tian’s question, Murong Yan was unwilling to answer. But upon eting his gaze, she unexpectedly faltered.
In those eyes, Murong Yan saw nothing but darkness—a darkness so profound that it seed poised to devour her very soul!
This terrifying revelation sent chills through her body. Instinctively, she blurted out, "No... Not yet. The Soul Firming Herb is incredibly rare. We can only hope to locate it within a hidden cultivation realm. This ti, I returned to prepare for entering such a secret realm to search for that herb."
"So, you haven’t found it yet?"
Yang Tian nodded slightly after hearing her response.
Though the herb wasn’t impossibly rare, its growth depended heavily on very specific environntal conditions—it could only be found in certain special settings.
Back in the Demon King’s era, even a demon bound to his service had spent centuries searching for this herb, sacrificing lifetis just for another chance at reincarnation!
Such was the value of the herb.
"What? What happened with Yan Kuan?"
Thirty kiloters away, at the Rashamon Sect headquarters near Tianyuan City, the sect master Rashamon, known as the "Bloody Hand," sat solemnly at the peak.
Before him stood a shivering disciple, who stamred, "Reporting in... Senior brother Yan Wei... has fallen."
As soon as the words left the disciple’s mouth, Luo Tong exploded in fury: "Nonsense! Yan Kuan is the core disciple of Rashamon Sect, the Guardian God of Tianyuan City. Who would dare kill him?"
With that shout, Luo Tong’s hand struck the table beside him, sending a spray of crimson energy across it and reducing it to splinters!
"Calm yourself, Sect Master!"
Rashamon Elder Xu, witnessing Luo Tong’s outburst, imdiately stood and spoke, "Sect Master, the situation isn’t yet clear. Why act in such haste?"
As he spoke, Elder Xu glanced at the blood-drained disciple, asking sharply, "You’re saying Yan Kuan has fallen. Can you prove it?"
"I... I can prove it. While patrolling, disciples found Yan brother’s Soul Token shattered. That’s why I ca to report!" As he explained, the disciple took out a Rashamon Sect Soul Token and showed it.
Upon seeing this, Elder Xu grabbed the Soul Token for a closer look, his face instantly darkening.
In the center of the token was the na "Yan Kuan," overlaid by a deep crack running straight through the middle!
It was known across the ancestral sects in Truth Realm that every mber was assigned a Soul Token infused with a trace of their soul’s power.
If that person encountered an untily death, their soul power would vanish imdiately, leaving the token irreparably broken.
Had Yan Kuan truly fallen?
Elder Xu pondered for a mont, then hurriedly handed the Soul Token to Luo Tong, saying, "Sect Master, this..."
Snap!
Luo Tong took one look at the Soul Token and crushed it in his grip. A deep, gravelly voice erupted from him: "It’s true... Yan Kuan is dead."
"Dead? How could this happen?"
"Yan Kuan was the strongest disciple of Rashamon Sect!"
"Yes! His Blood Claw inherited from the Sect Master had already reached the peak Blood Armor level. Who could kill him?"
The elders seated on either side were shocked, rising to discuss in disbelief.
Elder Xu furrowed his brows, finally speaking after a lengthy pause, "Sect Master, do you think this might be Murong Longcheng’s doing?"
"Hmph! He deserved this end!"
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