Gong Xu quickly confessed to save his life.
“It’s an ordinary-looking brat! As soon as he entered the Outer Hall, he attacked us without a word. He sealed our spiritual energy and tied us up! Senior! Save us! We’re disciples of Danfeng Valley and other sects. Our elders are in the Inner Hall. If you go in and say you saved us, those elders will definitely be grateful to you.”
Anyone appearing in this tomb certainly wasn't here just to sightsee. No matter what this female cultivator's purpose was, showing submission and goodwill was definitely the right move.
Wen Li understood that they had been left in the Outer Hall to act as guards.
“How long has that person been inside?”
“Almost fifteen minutes,” Gong Xu replied.
It seemed a fight had already broken out inside.
Wen Li turned her head to look at the expectant eyes of the countless disciples around her. She cast a glance at Zongzheng Huangyue beside her. “Collect all their Soul Blood.”
Zongzheng Huangyue’s brows knitted as she nodded. “Alright.”
She immediately stepped forward, bringing out her magical artifact to threaten the disciples into handing over their Soul Blood, telling them they would die if they refused.
At first, four disciples chose to resist with threats, attempting to use the prestige of their respective sects to make her back down. However, as soon as they uttered their harsh words, Zongzheng Huangyue didn't waste a single syllable and raised her hand, killing them cleanly and decisively.
With those four serving as an “example,” the remaining disciples—no matter how furious—could only swallow their rage and obediently hand over their Soul Blood, placing their lives in the hands of others.
When it was the turn of the seven surviving Danfeng Valley disciples, Gong Xu’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Hey! You... how could you do this! That person from before only sealed our spiritual energy, but you’re actually killing people! How is such bandit-like behavior any different from the ways of the demonic path?! Senior, you must be worried that we’ll turn on you. Don’t worry, we don’t even have to enter the Inner Hall! You don't even need to save us; just go right in. We didn’t see a thing!”
Unless absolutely necessary, a cultivator would never hand over their Soul Blood. The other party could cause their death with just a single thought; it was more domineering and ruthless than being a mere servant!
Seeing him struggling on the verge of death, Zongzheng Huangyue, who remembered him, glanced at Wen Li to see her opinion.
Surprisingly...
Wen Li was busy looting the storage bags of each disciple. She didn't even spare the swords at their waists or the small talisman flags on their heads. All the while, she pulled out snacks to feed the original form of Hua Cishu—now a black fur ball—in her arms, taking the opportunity to stroke the soft, fluffy texture.
He would be safer in his original form during the upcoming fight.
It definitely wasn't to satisfy her desire to pet something fluffy.
“...” That black nugget looked annoying just by being there.
Zongzheng Huangyue narrowed her eyes, suppressing the urge to snatch the black fur ball from Wen Li’s arms and hurl it away. Having made her choice, she turned and pressed her magical artifact directly against Gong Xu’s neck without another word.
She simply opened her mouth and said, “Soul Blood.”
A distinct trace of irritability flickered in her eyes.
“You...” Gong Xu’s eyes bulged. No, you can't just put your weapon against my neck because you’re in a bad mood. It’s not like I provoked you.
“Alright!” He immediately kowtowed and surrendered the next second.
With him leading the way, the rest of the Danfeng Valley disciples also quickly and smoothly handed over their Soul Blood.
Now, twenty drops of Soul Blood resided within Zongzheng Huangyue’s sea of consciousness.
Having finished her looting, Wen Li immediately led the princess and the fur ball into the Inner Hall, leaving the disciples behind.
...
Inside the Inner Hall.
The woman who was the artifact soul of the Moon Soul Arrow appeared once more, but her tone and phantom form were noticeably weaker than when she had been pummeling people earlier.
“Wangquan Qihuan, you can even discard your own son. You truly are a worthy descendant of Wangquan Wuho.”
The Moon Soul Arrow still floated above the sarcophagus, but the surrounding arrays had already changed. While the restriction remained the same, it had been rearranged by Li Yan—no, it should be the disguised Wangquan Qihuan. The restriction had swallowed the other nine arrays, transforming into a new one.
Wangquan Qihuan had inherited the title of Imperial Prince from his grandfather, Wangquan Wuho, but his status and strength were far inferior to his ancestor's back then. His current strength was only at the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul.
However, it was more than enough to deal with the seven Golden Core cultivators who had been heavily injured by the Moon Soul Arrow.
At the six positions around the sarcophagus were the elders of five factions, including Bai Jinshui, Luo Yuntian, and Helian Zhou. They were currently severely injured and controlled by Wangquan Qihuan, floating in the air within the array.
Strange and eerie inscriptions had been drawn on their foreheads, and a line of blood extended from the backs of their hands, winding its way to the edge of the array to be absorbed. The array was draining their cultivation and lifespans.
The once-youthful Bai Jinshui and Helian Zhou now had white hair appearing at their temples, while the other four, who were already gray-haired, were now deathly pale and incredibly weak, their dazed eyes lacking any sign of life.
As for Wangquan Gusui, his father had already placed him in the center of the array. He sat there half-awake and bare-chested, covered in golden inscriptions.
Wangquan Qihuan heard the mockery in the Moon Soul Arrow spirit’s voice, but he didn't care. His elegant and gentle face remained calm as he spoke.
“Yuepo, my grandfather gave you a second life when he confined you within the arrow all those years ago. You shouldn't speak to him that way. You should thank him.”
Upon hearing those words, the woman, Yuepo, suddenly burst into a tragic laugh. “Hahaha! Thank him?!”
“If that old bastard Wangquan Wuho hadn't interfered back then, how could I have been separated from my husband? He wouldn't have had the chance to slay my husband and pull out his bones and tendons to use as the string for this bow! My physical body was destroyed, and I’ve been forcibly trapped in this arrow for six hundred years!”
The next second, her expression turned hideous as she tried to rush toward him to claw at his face, but she was stuck within a range of two meters from the Moon Soul Arrow, unable to move a step further.
“Everyone in Wangquan Wuho’s bloodline deserves to die!”
Wangquan Qihuan watched her descent into madness with cold indifference, as if looking at a lunatic. Having intentionally provoked her, he began to form hand seals and perform a secret technique.
The restriction beneath his feet rotated rapidly, and the High-Grade Spirit Stones he had placed were being consumed at a frantic pace.
Swish!
Suddenly, four longswords flew at him from behind.
He frowned and immediately flew up, striking back with a palm. The two forces collided in a simple test of strength before backing off.
“Who’s there!”
When Wangquan Qihuan turned around, he saw the disguised Wangquan Sheng already standing at the entrance.
Wangquan Sheng glanced at the situation in the Inner Hall. Seeing that the six Golden Core cultivators were all heavily injured in the array while Wangquan Gusui occupied the seat of honor in the center, he realized this wasn't a gathering for Golden Core cultivators—it was for Nascent Souls.
“I’m just passing through. Sorry for the interruption.”
Wangquan Sheng turned to leave immediately.
Inside the bone ring, the weak old man screamed in agitation, 【What are you running for?! You have the power of my Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivation right now!】
Only then did Wangquan Sheng remember that he wasn't a Foundation Establishment cultivator anymore.
【Oh. I’ve made running away such a habit that I forgot.】
The old man in the bone ring felt frustrated at his lack of ambition. 【You spineless fellow! This time, I'll let you show off in a big way. Go up and take him down!】
Wangquan Sheng summoned his magical artifact.
“Who are you?”
Watching Wangquan Sheng’s erratic behavior—turning to leave and then coming back like someone with a split personality—Wangquan Qihuan couldn't help but frown, wondering if the man was mentally unstable.
“I am Mo Qiming,” Wangquan Sheng said, narrowing his eyes as he sensed Wangquan Qihuan’s spiritual energy fluctuations. His heart sank.
【Master, he’s at the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul. I’m only at the Early-Stage. I can't take him.】
He lifted a foot, as if ready to bolt again.
The old man in the bone ring was furious. 【Run my ass! Do you think you can just show up and then walk away safely?! Don’t you see what he’s trying to do? Strike while he's busy! If he finishes whatever he’s doing, the first thing he’ll do is kill you. I gave you my power, so I’m a weakling now too. If you die, I die. Let’s all just die together then!】
Those words made Wangquan Sheng’s eyes turn cold. He had no choice but to risk it all.
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