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"..."

Chen Qiu looked oddly at the young man in tattered clothes and covered in wounds before him. Was this the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons that the scholar had been so full of praise for?

Wasn't he said to be unkillable, no matter what?

He seemed to be just an ordinary Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and it looked like his luck wasn't particularly good either.

At this moment—

Within the Poison Mist Swamp.

A resentful spirit at the fourth level of the Golden Core, who had once lain down, now silently got up and walked out of the Poison Mist Swamp. In a few breaths, it reached directly behind the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons, and then casually slapped down.

"I want this world..."

"Smack!"

The Scion of Ten Thousand Demons' fierce roar suddenly came to an abrupt halt, then his entire body exploded into a mist of blood that dispersed between heaven and earth.

"Don't let your guard down, Brother Qiu!"

The scholar, who was sitting cross-legged on the back of the bearded strong man, had a wary and tense expression as he controlled the Flying Sword, constantly hovering around and quickly scanning the surroundings. He had to find out what method the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons was using to repeatedly escape his pursuit.

"This thief's methods are unfathomable, and he surely wouldn't die so easily!"

"Perhaps he is already feigning death and has escaped thousands of miles away by now!"

...

"Um..."

Standing to the side, Fat Long hesitated for a moment before stretching out a finger and poking the thigh of the scholar sitting on the strong man. "Hey, scholar, I want to ask you something. If a name disappears from the ranking list, does that mean that person is dead?"

"Certainly, the Heavenly Dao Ranking wouldn't list the name of a dead person!"

Although he didn't know why Fat Long had suddenly brought this up,

the scholar still swiftly responded with a guarded expression, but soon thought of something incredible. His mind flashed with an unbelievable possibility, and he immediately looked toward the Fame Ranking.

He saw...

His own ranking had risen from the original "986th" place to "985th," while the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons, who had been "712th," now had his name replaced by someone unfamiliar.

After scouring the entire Fame Ranking list, the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons' name was nowhere to be found.

And this also meant that the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons had been removed from the Heavenly Dao Ranking, that is... he was dead beyond doubt.

"..."

After confirming this message, the scholar looked dazed as if struck by a hammer, standing there in disbelief, muttering to the pool of flesh and blood not far away on the ground, "How is it possible, how is it possible!"

"The Scion of Ten Thousand Demons' Escape Technique is of the highest level among Evil Cultivation Jutsu, and he must have mastered at least three, each at the Great Perfection Realm. How could he have died so easily!"

"In my prime, I killed him three times, and never truly managed to kill him!"

"He..."

"How did he die so easily this time?"

The impact of this scene on him was too great; he even began to doubt whether he had really been the number one Sword Cultivator of Da Xia. Maybe after becoming deranged, he had fabricated this title for himself.

Perhaps he was never really the number one Sword Cultivator of Da Xia!

He was just an ordinary Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivator!

"You know..."

At this point, Fat Long added the final blow tentatively, "Scholar, this Scion of Ten Thousand Demons didn't seem as strong as you said. It feels like he died at the slightest touch. Did you really kill him three times without actually killing him?"

...

"Alright,"

Chen Qiu could tell that the scholar's Dao heart was about to shatter and hastily signalled Fat Long with his eyes not to talk too much before coughing softly and comforting, "This Scion of Ten Thousand Demons must have been chased and killed all the way here and had already suffered severe injuries."

"Moreover, when he made his move just now, I could sense that the adversary had three extremely grievous concealed wounds."

"These three extremely severe injuries are likely left by the scholar back in the day."

"Otherwise, the Scion of Ten Thousand Demons wouldn't have died so easily. Those three swords of the scholar from that time probably contributed to seventy percent of the effort."

Then, he turned his gaze to the bodies of the poison cultivators.

He had intended to just leave these poison cultivator bodies here, but seeing how the Evil Cultivation Scion of Ten Thousand Demons was earlier, perhaps these bodies could still be a great supplement to an Evil Cultivator?

After hesitating for a moment,

he took out a pocket-sized Sect Leader's Chair from his bosom. This Sect Leader's Chair was the core of all the Formation of the "Chao Tian Sect" and was also the Spiritual Treasure that could open this small world – or rather, that small world was hidden within this Sect Leader's Chair.

The greatest gain this Heavenly Dao Secret Realm had brought to him was this small world.

Leaving aside the items left by the Chao Tian Sect, just this small world alone, once word got out, even the Golden Core Great Powers would be envious and vie for it. Most Golden Core cultivators never had the opportunity to own such a thing as a small world throughout their lives to their deaths.

A Foundation Establishment Stage Heavenly Dao Secret Realm's final reward turned out to be a small world – this was indeed something that no one had expected.

Fortunately—

After that Heavenly Dao Secret Realm event concluded, the Heavenly Dao Decree did not expose this piece of news, otherwise the moment the news that Chen Qiu owned a small world got out, he would practically have to hide within the small world until he cultivated to the Golden Core Stage.

His spiritual energy poured into the Sect Leader's Chair, and a powerful suction force burst forth from his sleeve, drawing all those poison cultivator bodies into the small world, neatly placed on a wasteland within the Chao Tian Sect.

To be used later.

These poison cultivator bodies were also quite the treasures.

...

Having done all this, Chen Qiu cleaned up the traces of the battlefield before he and the scholar headed for a city not far from here.

"Kai Mountain City."

It was one of the 365 cities of Da Xia but not an ordinary one; although there were Qi Refinement commoners to be seen everywhere, it was clear that there were quite a few more Foundation Establishment Cultivators – about four or five could be seen among every hundred people.

Some carried long swords on their backs.

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It seemed rather lively. This city was over a thousand miles away from Fufeng City. Interestingly, there were no markets around Kai Mountain City, or rather, the markets were located inside the city itself.

The market and Kai Mountain City had become one and the same.

They encountered no trouble entering the city, and after tipping a few silvers, they easily entered without having to queue.

"Huh?"

Right as they were entering the city, Fat Long suddenly hesitated and glanced at a woman not far away being adored like a star amidst her entourage, saying subconsciously, "Brother Qiu, isn't that an old acquaintance we've run into?"

"Hmm?"

Chen Qiu followed Fat Long's gaze and saw a woman followed by four or five men, also entering the city through another passage to their left. That woman was not someone else but the 'Heavenly Girl', a roving emissary of the Flower Offering Sect who had favored Fat Long several times.

He had a rather good impression of this woman.

After all, back then in the Heaven Asking Market inn, this woman had come to warn Fat Long specially, saying that there would be a big crisis in Fufeng City soon and it would be wise for Fat Long to leave quickly. He hadn't seen this woman again since the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm and the Demon Race invasion.

Unexpectedly, he encountered her here.

But upon this second meeting, she lacked her previous radiance and glamour. Although she was surrounded by crowds, by the looks of it, she was clearly being held hostage.