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"Elder Wu, feel free to say what kind of compensation you want," Feng Xinghai said.
"Anything is possible?" Song Wen's tone was a bit uncertain.
Feng Xinghai replied, "This matter is due to Leng Tianlu's fault, so it should be compensated by him. Anything he can offer will do."
Song Wen raised his hand and pointed at Leng Tianlu, saying, "I want the Soul-Cleaving Blade in his hand."
With the enhancent of Song Wen's cultivation, the Cold Moon Blade had beco sowhat limiting for him and could not fully exert his power.
He had long desired to replace the Cold Moon Blade but had not found a suitable spiritual weapon.
The Soul-Cleaving Blade made Song Wen quite tempted; it was imbued with a trace of Devouring Soul True Fire that could injure a person's soul, making it an exceptionally precious item among spiritual weapons.
Upon hearing this, Feng Xinghai furrowed his brows and did not reply imdiately.
Leng Tianlu, anxious on the side, interjected, "Hall Master, the Soul-Cleaving Blade is an instrunt of the Law Enforcent Hall, not my personal property. It cannot be used as a ans of compensation."
Bang!
Fang Pengyi slamd his palm on the armrest of the chair, producing a thunderous sound.
He glared at Leng Tianlu, saying angrily, "This is not a place for you to speak! We didn't pursue the cri of you falsely accusing a fellow sect mber because of our friendship and have dealt lightly with you."
Leng Tianlu imdiately fell silent, not daring to say another word.
Feng Xinghai looked at Song Wen and said, "Since Elder Wu wants the Soul-Cleaving Blade, you can have it, but this matter ends here. No one is allowed to ntion it again, especially not in front of the First Supre Elder."
Song Wen bowed and clasped his hands in gratitude. "Thank you, Hall Master Feng."
Feng Xinghai then addressed Leng Tianlu. "Elder Leng, this matter arose because of you. The Soul-Cleaving Blade belongs to the Law Enforcent Hall, and you will compensate for the losses incurred by the hall."
Upon hearing this, Leng Tianlu suddenly stiffened, his face as pale as a ghost.
His lips moved several tis, wanting to say sothing, but ultimately remained silent.
The value of an ordinary top-grade spiritual weapon is generally around 60,000 to 70,000 spirit stones.
TL: I know people are going to ask are they inferior or dium-grade spirit stones. Honestly IDK... Author didn't ntion it so I am not doing it either, you may speculate whatever you fancy...
In contrast, the Soul-Cleaving Blade, which can injure a person's soul, is extrely rare and is worth at least over 100,000 spirit stones.
This amount of spirit stones would almost drain all of Leng Tianlu's savings.
"Bring out the Soul-Cleaving Blade!" Feng Xinghai said in a deep voice.
"Yes," Leng Tianlu said.
He took out the Soul-Cleaving Blade and handed it to Song Wen.
Song Wen accepted the Soul-Cleaving Blade, satisfied, and stored it in his storage ring.
He thought about asking who reported him for secretly refining and selling items, but with Feng Xinghai present, this was an internal matter of the Alchemy Peak, which wouldn't bring him glory. He feared it might provoke Fang Pengyi's dissatisfaction, so he refrained from asking.
In fact, Song Wen already had a guess in his heart about who might have reported him.
At this mont, Fang Pengyi suddenly perked up.
"They're here."
Monts later, four figures appeared outside the Law Enforcent Hall.
Three Foundation Establishnt cultivators entered, dragging the severely injured Wang Ming along with them.
Wang Ming was bound by chains that pierced through his abdon and shoulders, bloodied
and weak, nearly being dragged forward.
Behind the four, a large square object wrapped in beast skin floated in the air.
It was indeed two corpse coffins containing snake-humans.
"Reporting to Hall Master Feng, we have successfully captured Wang Ming, and the stolen items have also been recovered," said a middle-aged male cultivator at the peak of Foundation Establishnt, bowing and clasping his hands.
Feng Xinghai looked at the middle-aged cultivator with approval, nodding his head.
"Well done."
Fang Pengyi floated down and landed beside the corpse coffins, removing the beast skin to
expose the two coffins.
He opened the top coffin.
A second-tier snake-human, shrouded in a corpse aura, appeared before him.
The snake-human was restrained with seals, curled up inside the coffin, unable to move.
What pleased him even more was that the snake-human showed signs of rging corpse energy with life energy.
Bang.
He closed the coffin lid and looked at the middle-aged cultivator, saying, "Hall Master Feng,
this is your esteed son, right? It's been a while since I've seen him. I didn't expect him to have advanced to the peak of Foundation Establishnt; the Golden Core stage is just around the corner. Perhaps one day, his cultivation will surpass that of us old fellows."
ntioning his son made Feng Xinghai quite proud; he nodded and said, "Indeed, he is my
son. His talent is average, but he has a good disposition. At such a young age, he has reached the peak of Foundation Establishnt. However, to say he's ready for the Golden Core stage is still a bit early."
"We are both Golden Core cultivators, well aware of the hardships and risks of advancing to
that stage."
The middle-aged cultivator clasped his hands toward Fang Pengyi. "I am Feng Qi, pleased to
et you, Master Fang."
Fang Pengyi nodded slightly and asked, "Where did you capture Wang Ming?"
Feng Qi replied, "After committing the cri, Wang Ming was afraid of being exposed and
fled towards East Huafang. He was intercepted by on the way. I used a little strategy to capture him alive."
Earlier, Wang Ming was in a eting, and Leng Tianlu had brought people to Song Wen's cave dwelling.
He was anxious about the potential exposure of his actions.
Thus, he did not return imdiately to his cave dwelling at the Law Enforcent Peak but headed towards East Huafang instead, wanting to safely hand over the snake-human.
Unexpectedly, halfway there, he was caught up by Feng Qi.
Feng Qi did not reveal his true intentions but instead fabricated a story.
He claid he was going to catch a second-tier late-stage water-type demon beast, which
was hiding in a large lake and needed soone to help set up a formation-specifically, he needed Wang Ming's assistance.
Feng Qi's cultivation and status were higher than Wang Ming's, and as the son of a deputy peak master, Wang Ming had long been eager to curry favor with him.
However, dragging two corpse coffins made it inconvenient, so he could only politely refuse
Feng Qi's request.
In response to the refusal, Feng Qi feigned anger, cursing Wang Ming for being ungrateful
and disrupting his state of mind.
Wang Ming was montarily flustered and repeatedly apologized.
Feng Qi then seized the opportunity to get closer and suddenly launched a surprise attack.
Wang Ming's strength was already inferior to Feng Qi's, and in his flustered state, he was caught off guard and successfully ambushed by Feng Qi, becoming his captive.
Fang Pengyi turned to Feng Xinghai. "Hall Master Feng, how do you plan to deal with this
criminal, Wang Ming?"
Feng Xinghai replied, "As a deacon elder of the Law Enforcent Hall, Wang Ming engaged in
robbery and violated the law, so he naturally deserves the death penalty to serve as a warning to others. Furthermore, he nearly disrupted a significant matter for the First Supre Elder. If we don't kill him, it will be difficult to give the First Supre Elder an explanation."
Fang Pengyi looked at Feng Xinghai in surprise.
Feng Xinghai's decisive stance on executing Wang Ming was sowhat unexpected for Fang
Pengyi.
If Wang Ming had robbed an ordinary Foundation Establishnt elder, it would certainly not
be a cri deserving of death.
After all, he was a late-stage Foundation Establishnt cultivator, and even in a major sect
like the Beast Control Sect, late-stage Foundation Establishnt cultivators are still valuable
assets.
Typically, such cultivators would not be executed lightly.
Feng Xinghai asked, "Master Fang, are you satisfied with my handling of this matter?"
Fang Pengyi replied, "Hall Master Feng's actions are quite appropriate; I have no objections."
After all, it was not an elder from the Alchemy Peak who was dying, so how could Fang Pengyi possibly object?
Wang Ming had kidnapped the snake-human and nearly spoiled his plans, so it was best if he
died.
Fang Pengyi was looking forward to the day when Song Wen would cultivate Mystic Qi.'
At that ti, he would naturally have a share of the credit.
(End of the Chapter)
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