The Second Young Master left White Night Paradise and emerged from the Luo River, originally intending to only do some cautious searching. But after discovering that there were no auras above the Divine Core stage, he no longer hid his appearance. He transformed back to his demonic form and swept his senses outward without reserve.
Sure enough, he discovered some vestiges of Bai Yingxiuâs aura from not too long ago. He immediately hopped on a nimbus cloud and flew in that direction.
Upon arriving, the nimbus cloud faded, and the water serpent demon once more transformed into a black-clothed youth wearing a purple jade crown. He flew down from the billowing nimbus cloud, eyeing Xu Disheng with a sharp and fierce gaze.
âWhite Night Paradise?â Xu Disheng muttered, lifting his hand. The Profound Resonance Drum appeared in the hollow of his palm.
The black-clothed youth clearly didnât think very much of Xu Disheng. He flipped his palm over and a blood-red sword appeared in his hand. He charged forward quickly and unleashed a blood red sword light down upon Xu Dishengâs head!
The demon race had many body refining experts, generally being less proficient in magic. But for the human race, it was the exact opposite.
âProfound Resonance Nine Rotations. First RotationâDense Fog and Gurgling Stream.â
After Xu Disheng activated the spell, the small, intricate drum floated from Xu Dishengâs hand up into the air. The gurgling sound of flowing water resounded deeply in everyonesâ hearts.
The black-clothed youthâs expression changed slightly, and a tiny, cute spiritual beast leapt out of his black robe. With a light sweep of its small claws, a thin barrier of light appeared, blocking the sound wave.
After the blood-colored sword light arrived in front of Xu Disheng, it was completely absorbed by the White Moon Garment, disappearing into nothingness.
Turning his gaze to examine the small, cute creature on his shoulder, the black-clothed youth finally addressed Xu Disheng properly. âI am Bai Han, a Demon General of White Night Paradise. May I ask who you are?â
âXu Disheng of the Shangqing Sacred Sect.â
At the side, Yuan Qi, Quan Hongyu, and the others who were best at reading the situation, came forward and knelt before Xu Disheng. âSoul Suppressor Sacred Son,â they greeted respectfully.
A look of understanding appeared in Bai Hanâs eyes. âI knew that a normal Dao Foundation stage human couldnât be this powerful. So you were a Sacred Son rank genius. However, this girl escaped from our White Night Paradise, so I would like to ask Soul Suppressor Sacred Son to allow me to take her back.â
Bai Han extended a hand from his long sleeve and pointed at Bai Yingxiu, who was standing near his group.
Xu Disheng raised an eyebrow and said, âNot only her, but you also can now be considered to be privately trespassing into the Shangqing Sacred Sectâs lands, violating the mutual agreement of both sects.â
Hearing the true meaning hidden in Xu Dishengâs tone, he shook his head. âSoul Suppressor Sacred Son, what do you think of this?â
A dark green droplet appeared in his palm, emitting a pure aura of life energy. It slowly flew towards Xu Disheng.
Xu Disheng casually stored it away and said, âNot enough.â
âI am already at the half-step Divine Core stage. If I really wanted to take action, it isnât clear who would emerge victorious in the end!â Bai Han declared, his expression taking a turn for the worse. He clearly wasnât willing to give more.
âDonât forget that it was you two who first violated the mutual agreement of both sects. Plus, if it wasnât me here, but Gou Lezhan alone, would you have left him any options?â Xu Disheng said, gesturing at Gou Lezhan, who was standing silently at the side.
Xu Disheng still hadnât completely grasped Bai Hanâs true strength. Although he wasnât at the Sacred Son level, he was a tried and true half-step Divine Core stage cultivator. They had roughly probed each otherâs strength earlier and reached a rough understanding about each otherâs power. But if they decided to come to blows, victory or defeat wouldnât be decided quickly.
After a moment of contemplation, Bai Han decided to give up on his plans to fight. He tossed out another half-droplet of dark green liquid, his face ashen. âMay we meet again someday, Soul Suppressor Sacred Son.â
With that, he stepped on his massive nimbus cloud and rose into the sky. He wrapped Bai Yingxiu up with him, and they flew off into the distance toward the Luo River.
Xu Disheng didnât stop him, simply putting away the half droplet of dark green liquid. He looked at Chu Luo and said, âRegarding Ma Chenâs death⊠Draft a jade slip and send it to Affairs Hall for record-keeping.â
âAs you command, Soul Suppressor Sacred Son.â
Wearing a happy expression, He Ziming came forward and said, âCongratulations on receiving nearly two drops of Luo River Primordial Essence, Soul Suppressor Sacred Son!â
While the others didnât know what Luo River Primordial Essence was, they werenât willing to fall behind, and came forward to congratulate him in succession.
âYou know what this is?â Xu Disheng asked, a hint of surprise in his gaze as he looked at He Ziming.
Before Xu Disheng had come to the Anxi Province, he had gone to Cultivation Method Pavilion and borrowed quite a few ancient texts. In the last few years, he had been poring over them in his free time when he wasnât cultivating. He never wanted to be as ignorant as before, when he had first entered the Shangqing Sacred Sect.
âThe Luo River has existed for a long time, vast and immense. It gathers the essence of heaven and earth, giving rise to countless demons in its waters,â He Ziming explained respectfully, speaking frankly with assurance. âLuo River Primordial Essence is a treasure of heaven and earth born periodically from the Luo River. It is extremely precious, and a single drop can extend oneâs lifespan by 50 years.â
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Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air when they heard what He Ziming said. They all stared at him with incredulous looks.
â50 years of lifespan!â
âThat small drop is something so precious?!â
Gou Lezhanâs expression was complex, as if he wanted to speak up but was hesitating.
Xu Disheng happened to notice his expression. He flicked his sleeves and said, âEnvoy Gou Lezhan, what makes you frown?â
âAt the moment, I only have around 60 years of lifespan remaining, but I am still far from the Divine Core stage. I was hesitating to be so bold as to beg Soul Suppressor Sacred Son for half a drop of Luo River Primordial Essence,â Gou Lezhan said straightforwardly, gritting his teeth.
Xu Dishengâs eyes flashed. The highly tactful He Ziming came forward and said, âLuo River Primordial Essence is so valuable that there is no price for it. If you really want to talk prices, one drop would be at least 30,000 spirit stones, and half a drop⊠would naturally be 15,000 spirit stones.â
Gou Lezhanâs expression turned ugly. âSoul Suppressor Sacred Son, I only have a little more than 7,000 spirit stones saved up right now. I also have two common Magic Treasures in my possession. Would you please grant me this half drop of Luo River Primordial Essence for me to address my pressing situation for now?â
60 years of time really was quite short.
The reason why Gou Lezhan previously hadnât participated in the affairs of the Anxi Province at all was because he didnât want to waste any time doing anything other than cultivating. However, he was limited by his talent. As a Rank 5 Spiritual Root with ordinary powers of comprehension, it was practically impossible for him to break through into the Divine Core stage.
âImpudent!â Yuan Qi cried out before Xu Disheng could even speak, leaping forward and pressing his finger up against the Dao Foundation stage Envoyâs nose. âYou donât even have enough spirit stones, and you dare to covet the Sacred Sonâs possessions? You shameless bastard!â
Even He Ziming nodded, showing his implicit agreement. âEnvoy Gou, a price of 15,000 spirit stones is actually a rather low price estimate. If the Luo River Primordial Essence were to be put up for auction, even half a drop of it could easily go for over 20,000 spirit stones.â
Gou Lezhan glared at Yuan Qi. He hated this man to the bones, resenting him for being a dog that threatened others based on its masterâs power. He wanted to strangle him to death on the spot, but with Xu Disheng here, he didnât dare. He could only silently clench his teeth, bottling up his resentment towards Yuan Qi.
Boom!
A massive palm made of profound qi abruptly appeared, smashing into Yuan Qi. He was sent flying dozens of meters away, spraying out a large amount of blood. When he crashed into the ground, he struggled on the ground, gasping for air.
Xu Disheng retracted his snow-white sleeve, directing a cold glare at Yuan Qi. âEven if Gou Lezhan has acted out of propriety, he is still a Dao Foundation stage Envoy of the Shangqing Sacred Sect. With what capacity do you dare to trample on the face of the Shangqing Sacred Sect?â
Yuan Qi struggled into a half-kneel, forcing out his words between painful gasps. âSoul Suppressor⊠Sacred⊠Son⊠I⊠admit my⊠wrongsâŠâ
âGou Lezhan, you too. You donât know your place at all. What use did the hundreds of years of cultivation serve if you, a Dao Foundation stage cultivator, donât even know how to act?â
The White Moon Garment let out a pale white glow, and Xu Disheng, clearly angered, flew up into the sky and left with a flick of his sleeves.
Gou Lezhan hung his head in tacit agreement with Xu Dishengâs words, without any of the bearing that a Dao Foundation stage cultivator should have.
The others present were scared witless by the turn of events and didnât dare to interject at all. When they looked off into the distance at Yuan Qi, who was on the brink of death, a hint of coldness appeared in their hearts.