Chapter 1329: Plunder

This is only the beginning.

The deeper he goes, the attacks become more frequent and bizarre. Some mirrors conjure the image of someone he cares about, offering temptation and deceit; twisted force fields try to pull him into an eternal cage of a certain mirror; and some grotesque mirror demons, seemingly assembled from myriad sins, leap out of the glass and launch reckless, death‑defying assaults.

Yan Buji accepts all comers, his methods ruthless. Chaos death aura weaves and splits, either Devour, decompose, or suppress. He does not unleash earth‑shattering divine feats, but controls his power just right, often resolving crises with a simple gesture, annihilating attackers. He is like a merciless judge wandering a maze; wherever he passes, mirror demons are subdued, evil spirits retreat.

His ferocity and strength quickly spread across the fringe of this chaotic zone. Some previously restless gazes turn wary and scrutinizing.

Finally, after passing a "Mirror Forest" composed of countless shattered tiny mirrors, the view clears to a relatively stable area. It resembles a small plaza within the mirror maze, the ground paved with a dark metallic substance, surrounded by several massive, relatively intact cursed mirrors, their surfaces shimmering with an eerie sheen.

On the plaza, several figures are already present.

A towering night‑spirit demon with gray‑blue skin and a single horn on his head folds his arms, staring coldly at him; his aura has clearly reached the late stage of merger.

A scantily clad, sinuous, alluring ghost with a deadly seductive glance lazily leans against a mirror; her cultivation is at the mid‑stage of merger.

Another mysterious figure cloaked in a voluminous black robe, only his eyes—burning green soul‑fire—visible, exudes a cold, drifting aura, making his exact level hard to judge.

These three are evidently among the "local big‑shots" of this area.

The night‑spirit demon booms in a guttural voice, like metal grinding: "Newcomer? Know the rules here? If you want to settle, you must pay the 'Mirror Tax'!"

The seductive ghost covers her mouth with a light laugh, her eyes flickering over Yan Buji: "What a handsome little brother, you look fierce indeed. Follow sister and you'll surely thrive in this cursed‑mirror hell."

The black‑robed mystery says nothing, but his bright green eyes stare fixedly at Yan Buji, with a hint of curiosity and greed.

Yan Buji halts, his gaze calmly scanning the three before finally settling on the night‑spirit demon.

"Rules?" A faint sarcastic smile curls his lips. "Whose rules?"

The night‑spirit demon furrows his brow, murderous aura surfacing: "My rules! Either hand over goods worth a thousand souls, or… leave your soul‑body behind!"

Before the words finish, he lunges forward a massive hand like a fan, wind scented with rot, grabbing Yan Buji's head—clearly to intimidate!

Facing a grab capable of crushing mountains, Yan Buji merely lifts his right hand slowly, the backhand arriving first, drifting lightly to meet it.

"Puff!"

A muffled thud. The night‑spirit demon's terrifying face instantly fills with shock; he feels his palm as if gripping an ancient, unchanging divine iron, and a cold, dead Silence, with a terrifying corrosive force, spreads up his arm!

"Creak!" A sharp bone‑cracking sound rings.

"Ah—!" The night‑spirit demon lets out a harrowing scream, his entire arm twisting at a bizarre angle, his massive body flinging like a torn sack, crashing hard into a cursed mirror, shattering it with spider‑web cracks; he collapses, breath waning.

Silence!

The plaza falls into dead silence!

The seductive ghost's smile freezes, a flash of fear in her eyes. The black‑robed figure's surrounding black mist ripples slightly.

Yan Buji slowly withdraws his hand, as if he had only swatted a fly. He turns his gaze to the seductive ghost and the black‑robed mystery, voice still flat:

"Now, my rule is simply rule."

"Anyone have objections?"

The seductive ghost forces a grin, says nothing more, and steps back a few paces. The black‑robed mystery remains silent, the black mist around him gradually receding; his green‑flame eyes stare deeply at Yan Buji, then vanish into a nearby shadow, effectively conceding.

Yan Buji no longer pays them any heed, scanning the small plaza before walking to a relatively secluded corner at its edge, sitting cross‑legged, closing his eyes to rest.

Yan Buji's display of authority at the edge of the cursed‑mirror hell plaza is like a massive stone tossed into a murky pond. News spreads through countless mirror reflections and whispers, rapidly reaching the outer zones of this chaotic land.

"A ruthless character, possibly Great Vehicle Stage, his cultivation method extremely bizarre, night‑spirit demon can't survive a single move under him…"

"Chaos aura? Could it be an ancient lost Dao lineage?"

"Both the Hall of the Departed and the Asura clan seem to be after him, hehe, now there's real fun to watch…"

Rumors swirl in the shadows, but openly, at least in Yan Buji's sector, no one dares to provoke him. The night‑spirit demon, whose arm was disabled, has long hidden in some corner licking its wound; the seductive ghost and the black‑robed mystery have also restrained themselves.

Yan Buji wants exactly this effect. He needs a relatively quiet period to digest the earlier gains, and to use this place as a base for his plunder and cultivation.

He does not linger long in that small plaza. After initially stabilizing his aura, he proactively strikes, his figure disappearing into the boundless, peril‑filled mirror maze depths.

The cursed‑mirror hell, a deathtrap for others, is for him an untapped Treasure Vault!

Plunder begins.

He targets those mirror‑demon lairs that exude hostile aura and dominate a region, or the old evil‑cult strongholds that have amassed wealth over years.

Facing the hundred‑headed mirror python coiled in "Thousand‑Grievance Mirror Lake", each head can spew a different kind of resentful attack and can multiply itself via the lake's reflections. Yan Buji directly opens a Chaos domain, gray‑golden currents enveloping the lake, forcibly severing its link to the mirror surface; using Returning to Void Power, he Devours its massive soul body and the accumulated crystalized resentments.

Invading the "Ten‑Thousand‑Soul Mirror Palace" run by a soul‑devouring elder, the place is heavily sealed and can summon a massive array of lingering mirror souls. Yan Buji does not dodge; where his Chaos death aura passes, the seals collapse, the lingering souls wail as they are Assimilated. The soul‑devouring elder, clinging to a native cursed mirror, struggles as its reflected light can scatter a cultivator's primordial spirit. Yan Buji shatters the mirror with a single punch, the reflected backlash scatters his soul, and he pockets several dark‑soul jade pieces and a fragment of the "Ten‑Thousand‑Soul Devourer" manual.

He even proactively hunts down wanted, highly valuable criminals. Relying on his powerful divine thought and the Chaos Path's vague perception of karmic cause‑and‑effect, he always finds these "fat sheep" hidden in the mirror maze. Encounter after encounter erupts, with no surprise in the outcomes. Yan Buji's command of Chaos divine arts grows ever more refined; with a wave of his hand the "Chaos Prison" can suppress an entire space, and the "Silence Extinction Finger" points, sending all things back to the void. The enemies' treasures, pills, cultivation manuals and jade scripts all become his spoils.