Chapter 749: Intercepting the Prize

In the forbidden territory of the Demon Dragon Clan’s Transformation Pool.

In Qin Ming’s demonic Nascent Soul’s hand, three fourth-rank demonic core stones had already appeared, while three blood-drenched dragon corpses floated in the Transformation Pool.

The saying goes: strike when the enemy is weak.

Xuan Ce and the other two were undergoing demonic blood infusion in the Transformation Pool—the critical moment—and Qin Ming’s demonic Nascent Soul killing them was absurdly simple.

Then he reached into the blood pool and retrieved the three dragon corpses.

Prince Xuan Ce’s eyes widened in shock; even in death, he could not comprehend why the Seven Sorrows Demon Lord had suddenly attacked them in secret.

“Three fourth-rank great demon corpses are enough for my physical body to plant with. It’s about time to withdraw—greed leads to indigestion.”

“This Prince Xuan Ce carries the ancient dragon bloodline. Perhaps it can further enhance my body cultivation.”

Qin Ming’s spiritual sense naturally sensed the situation outside.

If only one late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator were present, he believed he could handle it easily.

But he hadn’t expected that Bing Xuanzi, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from the Northern Cold Sect, had also arrived—he could only temporarily retreat.

Yet Qin Ming’s demonic Nascent Soul remained utterly calm.

His mortal body in the mortal realm possessed a “Nine Heavens Azure Primordial Divine Talisman,” capable of crossing realms at will.

Even if he encountered a Soul Transformation elder, as long as they didn’t immobilize him immediately, they couldn’t stop him.

“Seven Sorrows Demon Lord!!”

“Why did you do this?!”

With a roar, Geng Chi the Demon Dragon suddenly appeared, staring at the empty Transformation Pool, his eyes blazing with fury as he confronted the “Seven Sorrows Demon Lord.”

He could sense that Xuan Ce and the other three had perished.

Instantly, his formidable cultivation base of mid-stage fourth-rank demon saint erupted without restraint.

“Hehe! Friend Geng Chi, since you’ve come to me willingly, don’t blame me.” The Seven Sorrows Demon Lord grinned strangely.

Then.

A ripple of spatial distortion appeared in the empty air before him.

In Geng Chi’s stunned gaze,

a plain-looking young man appeared as if out of nowhere, holding a pale yellow, ancient talisman glowing with a soft radiance.

Geng Chi had no idea how this human youth’s Nascent Soul had achieved this.

“Y-you are—”

Before he could react, his vision blurred, and he was dragged into an endless sea of blood.

Instantly, Geng Chi felt an inexplicable suppression force crush his cultivation, forcing it down to early-stage fourth-rank.

Roar! Geng Chi transformed into a hundred-zhang demon dragon, his black scales shimmering with demonic light, his massive body charging wildly to break free from the Blood Pagoda’s seal.

Yet the next instant,

Qin Ming’s hand produced another ancient bronze mirror.

The moment the mirror appeared, Geng Chi froze—deep within his soul, he sensed an ominous premonition of imminent death.

“Still four hundred years of lifespan? You old mud-eel really are long-lived.”

Qin Ming’s eyes flickered with emerald light—he had used the Yin-Yang Mystic Mirror technique and instantly discerned Geng Chi’s remaining lifespan.

Without hesitation, Qin Ming activated the Hook Jade Golden Light Mirror; a beam of light shot from its surface toward his opponent.

Shhh! A golden divine flame surged forth, a golden thread that ignored all defenses and techniques, striking Geng Chi directly.

Instantly, this mid-stage fourth-rank demon dragon aged as if centuries had passed in mere breaths.

“This—how could my lifespan—”

Geng Chi’s face withered rapidly; the demon dragon, who had ruled the Blood Realm for millennia, exhausted his vitality and collapsed lifelessly from the sky.

Everything happened swiftly.

Qin Ming immediately reached out, seized the corpse, and tossed it into the Little Spirit Realm.

This mid-stage fourth-rank demon dragon from the Blood Realm was comparable in strength to the Ancient Mountain Demon Saint—had they fought directly, it would have been a fifty-fifty battle.

Outside the Dragon Spine Mountains, two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators were watching closely; Qin Ming had no choice but to act swiftly and decisively.

As his Green Emperor Scripture deepened, the lifespan exchange ratio reached one-to-three; this instant kill of Geng Chi consumed one hundred and twenty years of his lifespan.

But for his current lifespan of over four thousand years, it was negligible.

Human cultivators would never possess such longevity—but the Demon Dragon Clan lived for eons, leaving them with abundant remaining years.

If the opponent had still possessed thousands of years of lifespan, Qin Ming would have turned and left without a word.

“Let’s go.” Qin Ming said to his demonic Nascent Soul after completing everything.

The Seven Sorrows Demon Lord grinned wickedly. “Understood.”

Then Qin Ming retracted his demonic Nascent Soul into the Little Spirit Realm.

He pulled out a small piece of Yin Xuan Stone and activated the “Nine Heavens Azure Primordial Divine Talisman” once more.

The next instant, golden light erupted from the ancient talisman, enveloping his entire body—its radiance flashed violently, and he vanished without a trace.

As if he had never been there at all.

…

On the starship of the Star Palace and the Ice God Temple.

Bing Xuanzi frowned; his powerful spiritual sense swept across the entire Demon Dragon Clan’s territory, his tone cold: “Where did that mid-stage fourth-rank demon dragon go?”

“And the Seven Sorrows Demon Lord of the Blood Refining Sect as well—”

“This Seven Sorrows Demon Lord is indeed intriguing—he slipped away right under our noses without a trace. He must have used a demonic teleportation technique. To flee so far using only his physical body…”

“Even I didn’t sense a thing.”

Cang He True Person gazed downward, pausing before speaking: “Bing Xuanzi, this Seven Sorrows Demon Lord of the Blood Refining Sect is not an ordinary demonic Nascent Soul cultivator.”

In the one hundred percent accurate version!

“He is second only to Tian Hen Laomo in strength within the Blood Refining Sect—not easily subdued.”

“You must have heard of Tian Hen Laomo’s power, Bing Xuanzi.”

Cang He True Person showed no hesitation about his past defeat at Tian Hen Demon Lord’s hands.

Bing Xuanzi’s eyes flickered as he nodded: “Indeed. If even Cang He True Person suffered a crushing defeat at his hands, I need no further explanation.”

“Then what now? How do we divide it?”

Cang He True Person said: “Each takes what they need. I require the meteorite iron vein within the Demon Dragon Clan.”

“The remaining fourth-rank demon dragons are yours, Bing Xuanzi.”

Bing Xuanzi’s expression remained blank: “Perfect.”

But as their slaughter of the Demon Dragon Clan’s territory deepened, when the two arrived at the Transformation Pool’s edge,

Bing Xuanzi and Cang He True Person froze—where were Xuan Ce and the other dragons? “Could it be… the Seven Sorrows Demon Lord came for the Demon Dragon Clan too—and beat us to it?”

…

On the other side,

Qin Ming had placed the Seven Sorrows Demon Lord in an unnamed region of the Blood Realm.

“Stay undercover in the Blood Refining Sect.”

“You’ve worked hard—feel free to loot the sect’s treasure vaults.”

Qin Ming told his demonic Nascent Soul, handing him the essence blood of Geng Chi the Demon Dragon.

“Yours is mine—no need to be formal.” The Seven Sorrows Demon Lord grinned wickedly, took the demon dragon’s essence blood, and with a surge of demonic energy, vanished in a black streak.

Heading back toward the Blood Refining Sect.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming consumed his last piece of Yin Xuan Stone; the ancient talisman flared golden light once more, and he vanished again.

…

In Canghai Xiancheng, the festive atmosphere remained undisturbed.

Qin Ming had excused himself from the banquet and, in mere moments, completed his entire operation.

He had traveled between the mortal realm and the Blood Realm.

“Qing Yang, this ancient talisman is truly miraculous—it really can cross realms.” Qin Ming, having experienced its power, quietly asked Qing Yang Lao Mo, “Does that mean when I reach Soul Transformation, I can use it to ascend directly to the Spirit Realm?”

Qing Yang Lao Mo, hanging from the Star Sea Divine Vine, covered his mouth and yawned long and slow: “Haa~”

“Young Qin Ming, you’re overreaching. This Nine Heavens Azure Primordial Divine Talisman, though a treasure from the Spirit Realm’s overseers,

“is only capable of traversing between small realms—like the mortal realm and the Blood Realm, where dimensional convergence exists, allowing success.”

“To cross between major realms—to the Spirit Realm, Demon Realm, or Underworld—you need a true ‘Breakthrough Talisman.’”

“But such a blasphemous artifact—I’ve only heard rumors of it. Whether such a talisman even exists remains unknown.”

“Even if it does, it’s certainly not something a Soul Transformation cultivator could ever hope to obtain.”

After hearing Qing Yang Lao Mo’s explanation, Qin Ming understood fully and nodded thoughtfully.

“I see.”

His ambitions were modest—this talisman, allowing travel between small realms, was enough for now.

And this journey had yielded rich rewards.

In one round trip, he had directly slain four dragon great demons; their storage rings likely held plenty of treasures.

…

(End of Chapter)