Chapter 304

Blood flowed, permeating the quiet courtyard.

Xu Changnian's soul-aspect was completely destroyed, Huang Liulang's body turned into meat paste; two of the three great experts had been lost in an instant.

Zhang Fan's terror and dominance were manifested without doubt at this moment.

One second he was trapped in prison, never to see the light of day, the next second he suddenly erupted, killing two people in a row. Everything happened too suddenly, and the situation reversed in the blink of an eye.

"Zhang Fan..."

In the distance, Yu Xuanji's expression was miserable, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth. She looked at Huang Liulang's fate, then looked at the lost 【Wind-Thunder Pagoda】, gritted her silver teeth, as if she had made some kind of decision. Not daring to linger for even a moment, wind and thunder rolled around her body, and she leaped up, disappearing into the vast night.

Three great experts gathered in this quiet courtyard, but they became Zhang Fan's prey, two dead and one injured.

Zhang Fan looked up, watching the direction where Yu Xuanji disappeared, but he did not pursue.

For one thing, she was a successor of Mount Sanqing. Now that Zhao Jiexuan had not yet been found, if he killed this woman, it would surely cause a shock. At that time, if the eyes of all parties were focused on this place, it would be counterproductive.

Just like back then, when Qin Ming died, even the Qiyun Mountain sect leader came.

For another, if this woman did not leave, how could Zhang Fan find Li Changgeng's whereabouts?

Hu...

Zhang Fan exhaled a long breath, withdrew the Dragon-Toad Treasure Qi, hid the Bai Bai Gu She Li, and bent down to rummage through the pile of broken meat and rotten bones. Very quickly, he found a round, golden pill, glowing with a ghostly luster.

"Great Demon Inner Alchemy!" Zhang Fan grinned and chuckled.

When demons and ghosts possess a human body, the soul-aspect must reside in the inner alchemy. This is what they condense from their essence during their cultivation as spirits and monsters, and it is precious and extraordinary.

"You... Zhang Fan, don't kill me. I come from the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, and behind me is the Demon Chief..."

At this moment, a weak soul-aspect darted out from the inner alchemy; it was clearly a weasel. Its figure was ethereal and flickering, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

"Chief your mother."

Zhang Fan opened his mouth and swallowed that soul-aspect into his belly. The sound of wind and thunder resounded, and the terrifying power refined it instantly.

Immediately following, a faint luster rose at Zhang Fan's Spirit Platform, and his soul-aspect seemed to have grown a bit stronger, but it was far from as nourishing as Xu Changnian's soul-aspect.

One must know that one soul-aspect of Xu Changnian had allowed Zhang Fan's cultivation to rise by a level, stepping into the sixth level of the Great Being Realm.

This was more magical than any spiritual pill.

In normal times, this would be at least five or six years of hard work, and that was only with great opportunity.

After High Merit, every level of cultivation was a matter of grinding work, day by day, through heaven's participation and earth's enlightenment, with absolutely no shortcuts.

"His soul-aspect just now actually had a trace of the Divine Demon Holy Fetus... could it be that he also practiced it?"

Zhang Fan found a moment to recall the intent of Xu Changnian's soul-aspect just now; it was indeed exactly the same as his own.

"A Pure Yang family is, after all, a Pure Yang family."

Zhang Fan turned to the side, his gaze falling on Xu Banshan. The latter was trembling, yet a trace of viciousness was hidden in his eyes.

"Zhang Fan, you dare to kill, to kill people of our Xu family," Xu Banshan gritted his teeth.

"Oh? You still harbor hatred?"

Zhang Fan raised a hand, and an invisible force swept like a gale, shaking Xu Banshan's body, actually detaining his soul-aspect directly.

"Detaining the spirit... you really are a person of the Wu Wei Sect," Xu Banshan's soul-aspect, falling into Zhang Fan's hand, was shocked and angry.

"Zhang Fan..."

At this moment, Xu Zhixia let out a sharp cry, her pleading gaze cast over.

"Let him go, I beg you."

From the time they met until they separated, Xu Zhixia had never begged Zhang Fan for anything, but now, for Xu Banshan's sake, she had to plead.

"Zhixia, don't beg him. We people of the Xu family would rather die kneeling than live standing."

"Hmm?"

"Would rather die kneeling than live standing," Xu Banshan corrected.

"..."

"Would rather die standing than live kneeling," Xu Banshan corrected again.

Boom—

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Fan's five fingers crossed, turning Xu Banshan's soul-aspect into ashes, dissipating in points of fire light.

"Zhang Fan, you..."

Xu Zhixia's beautiful eyes widened, faint crystal glimmers flashing, and she looked at Zhang Fan in disbelief.

The Zhang Fan before her was simply like a different person from the Zhang Fan she knew. His methods were high and fierce, his actions were lawless, and he was simply like a great demon. Where was the gentle and honest appearance from before?

"Zhixia, you heard it too. This is what he requested himself. Generously meeting death, I naturally had to fulfill his wish," Zhang Fan said indifferently.

"And I said, I would only spare him once. He actually brought you here, which is a taboo."

"So, you had to kill him?"

Xu Zhixia's eyes contained light, as if she had not yet recovered from Xu Banshan's death.

"Zhixia, the struggle of Daoist orthodoxy is not a struggle of temperament. They want me to die, so they can only die first."

Zhang Fan shook his head, looking at Xu Zhixia calmly.

"Go back. This world is not suitable for you. If it were someone else..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Fan paused slightly.

"If it were someone else, what?" Xu Zhixia clenched her hands, gritting her silver teeth.

"If it were someone else, you would also have to die."

As the words fell, Zhang Fan raised a hand, rolled up the 【Wind-Thunder Pagoda】 on the ground, took a step, left the courtyard, and disappeared into the vast dark night.

"Zhang Fan!"

Xu Zhixia looked at the direction where Zhang Fan went, her body relaxing, collapsing to the ground, and the tears finally could not be held back, gushing out.

Returning to the hotel, Zhang Fan walked out of the elevator. After experiencing a great battle, he was also slightly tired, and there was still a faint smell of blood on his body. Taking a hot bath, he should be able to sleep well tonight.

"You let Yu Xuanji go. Is it because you couldn't bear to strike because you cherish the fair and pity the jade?"

Just as he walked to the door of his room, a melodious voice came from the side.

Zhang Fan turned his eyes and saw Li Miaoyin leaning against the door of her room, her hands crossed over her chest, her watery eyes looking straight at him.

"Not sleeping in the middle of the night, why did you follow me?" Zhang Fan curled his lips and said indifferently.

Up to now, he still could not see through this blind date of Li Yishan's.

"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, sneaking out, and you didn't call me," Li Miaoyin said with dissatisfaction.

"Call you for what? I went to..." Zhang Fan just wanted to refute, but the words stopped abruptly at his lips.

"Went to do what? Why don't you say it?" Li Miaoyin chuckled.

"You could have called me along to kill people too."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Zhang Fan looked left and right, hurriedly pulling Li Miaoyin into the room.

"Zhang Fan..."

Just after entering the room, Li Miaoyin called Zhang Fan's name.

Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly, and looking down, he saw that he was still holding Li Miaoyin's hand.

"In the middle of the night, you pull me into your room... aren't you afraid I'll tell Li Yishan?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhang Fan hurriedly let go.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Li Miaoyin looked at Zhang Fan's nervous appearance, and a smile could not help but appear on her beautiful face.

"Just teasing you..."

"Rest assured, I won't let him know."

"That's better... what kind of mess is this, what won't let him know? What did I do?"

Zhang Fan glared and sat down in a bad mood.

"I'm letting you help me look at two things."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan took out the spoils of the night and placed them on the table.

"Great Demon Inner Alchemy!?"

Li Miaoyin sat beside Zhang Fan and picked up the golden pill.

"Good stuff. Looking at the color, it's comparable to the Great Being Realm. This kind of inner alchemy counts as a treasure. It should be from a great demon in the 【Yellow Skin Cave】 of the Ten Thousand Great Mountains."

Li Miaoyin was knowledgeable and experienced; just by looking at one inner alchemy, she saw its origin.

The Ten Thousand Great Mountains, where dead-end realms are hidden; whenever there are spirits and monsters, they must occupy deep mountain caves, hiding their forms and tracks.

The Yellow Skin Cave was a demon cave with quite a bit of power in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains. To be able to cultivate an inner alchemy to this color, that Huang Liulang was likely no ordinary character.

"So, that Yellow Skin Cave has submitted to Li Changgeng."

Zhang Fan thought of many things in an instant.

Li Changgeng's hand reached too far; he had already begun to touch the demons and ghosts in the dead-end realms of the mountains and seas.

"How much is this inner alchemy worth?" Zhang Fan could not help but ask.

"Depends on the channel. Ordinary people are not qualified to trade in Great Demon Inner Alchemy," Li Miaoyin whispered.

After all, even demons and ghosts were considered contraband, feared by the Daoist sects, let alone the essence inner alchemy they refined?

If sold to the Daoist Alliance, it would be about two or three million.

"So cheap?" Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow.

This was a Great Demon Inner Alchemy, rare in the world. After all, demons were already very rare, let alone Great Demon Inner Alchemy cultivated to this color.

"This is contraband. You are selling it to the official side; it's already not bad that they didn't zero-dollar purchase it," Li Miaoyin reminded.

"If you have other channels, you can also try. The price can be much higher, probably about five or six million."

"Other channels, you mean..." Zhang Fan's heart moved.

"Black market!?"

"The black market doesn't accept this kind of goods from just anyone," Li Miaoyin leaned into Zhang Fan's ear and whispered: "You can ask that little beauty you saved."

"Lin Jianyue!?" Zhang Fan realized.

Lin Jianyue herself practiced the Outer Alchemy Method, so she naturally would not refuse such a treasure.

"Good, I understand." Zhang Fan nodded.

If this Great Demon Inner Alchemy were sold to Lin Jianyue, it could sell for at least five million.

"What about this treasure?"

As he spoke, Zhang Fan's gaze fell on the small pagoda he had snatched from Yu Xuanji.

"This is the Wind-Thunder Pagoda of Mount Sanqing, a Green Feather Magic Treasure, worshipped for nearly seven hundred years," Li Miaoyin picked up the small pagoda and looked at it carefully.

At this time, the small pagoda had become plain and unremarkable, just like a handicraft, with no mystery to speak of. If an ordinary person looked at it, it would be goods worth ninety-nine with free shipping.

"Green Feather Magic Treasure, then it should be very valuable." Zhang Fan could not help but say.

Ordinary magic tools had almost no power to speak of and were only okay for dealing with ordinary fierce ghosts and spirits.

Only those over a hundred years old could become magic treasures, and those under three hundred years were Yellow Feather Magic Treasures.

Those over three hundred years and under eight hundred years were Green Feather Magic Treasures.

Like Meng Qiwu's 【Thunder Origin Bead】 and Yu Xuanji's 【Wind-Thunder Pagoda】, they were all considered Green Feather Magic Treasures.

To a certain extent, these magic treasures were all worshipped by their respective mountain sects, and they were only borrowing them, obtaining temporary usage rights.

Magic treasures of this level were all to be passed down from generation to generation.

"Valuable?" Li Miaoyin glanced sideways and then shook her head: "How can you measure it with money?"

"This kind of treasure can no longer be bought with money. Even if traded, it is barter."

As she spoke, Li Miaoyin put down the 【Wind-Thunder Pagoda】.

Any treasure required effort to refine and master.

Zhang Fan was not a disciple of Mount Sanqing. Even if he spent effort on the 【Wind-Thunder Pagoda】, even if he could drive it, its power would be greatly reduced.

Since that was the case, it was better to sell it.

"Barter?"

"Correct. If you sell it back to Mount Sanqing, they should be able to give the highest price," Li Miaoyin suggested.

This treasure originally belonged to Mount Sanqing, with a name and surname. If Zhang Fan sold it to others, he was afraid that not many people would dare to accept it, and even if they did, they would heavily suppress the price.

Since that was the case, it was better to sell it back to Mount Sanqing, which could be considered them finding a way to save face. Otherwise, the successor of Mount Sanqing not only lost in a fight but also lost the mountain sect's magic treasure, which was simply laughable and a disgrace to the ancestors.

"Mount Sanqing is one of the ten famous Daoist mountains under heaven; what treasure do they not have?" Li Miaoyin gave Zhang Fan ideas.

Great medicines, rare treasures, and even exotic treasures like the 【Bai Bai Gu She Li】 were all good choices.

In addition, Mount Sanqing's unique Daoist arts and exclusive pills could also be exchanged.

"Besides that, there are other good things." Li Miaoyin seemed to have become Zhang Fan's brain trust.

"What?"

"After the destruction of Long Hu Mountain back then, Mount Sanqing copied quite a few good things," Li Miaoyin whispered.

Zhang Fan heard this, and his heart moved.

The relationship between Mount Sanqing and Long Hu Mountain was extremely complex; the two families were only three hundred miles apart.

Eighty years ago, after the destruction of the Long Hu Zhang family, many good things fell into their hands.

"The treasures of the Long Hu Zhang family, inside there are still many Dharma seals that have been lost to the outside world..." Li Miaoyin reminded.

"You can exchange for all of them."

"So that's how it is. I have an idea in my mind."

Zhang Fan heard this, and his eyes shone. He looked at Li Miaoyin, and the more he looked, the more pleasing she became.

"If Old Li marries you, the ancestral grave really smoked green smoke," Zhang Fan teased.

"Who said I was going to marry him?" Li Miaoyin glared at Zhang Fan.

"Aren't you with him..."

"Just a blind date, introduced by the family, didn't say it would definitely happen," Li Miaoyin said indifferently.

"Besides, the number of times I've met him is not as many as with you."

"According to what you say, do I have to marry you?"

"..."

"Not talking to you anymore, I'm going to sleep."

As she spoke, Li Miaoyin got up and walked out of Zhang Fan's room.

"That's true."

"Our Xu family is also among those invited," Xu Banshan finally stated the purpose of their trip.

"Treasures, they are all mine."

Zhang Fan grinned, embracing the Great Demon Inner Alchemy and the Wind-Thunder Pagoda.

Deep in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.

The full moon set in the west, the great sun was about to rise.

The last moonlight shone on the huge ancient rock wall, as if it were a relic forgotten by time.

At the same time, a young man sat cross-legged in front of the huge rock wall, looking up at the traces that looked like they were carved by time.

"Li Changgeng, you finally discovered his secret."

A cold voice came from behind.

"Zhao Jiexuan, I finally know why you traveled ten thousand miles to come to these Ten Thousand Great Mountains..."

In front of the huge rock wall, Li Changgeng's gaze was as deep as a ten-thousand-foot abyss.

"So here is hidden one of the Nine Vessels..."

"True Dragon Horn!!"

(End of chapter)