Chapter 938

Yan Buji wore a smile, easily catching the item Lin Qingli handed over. He opened the package, and after carefully examining the contents inside, the smile on his face grew even more radiant.

"Thank you, Fairy Lin, for your generosity; I am deeply grateful." Yan Buji thanked Lin Qingli, then turned and prepared to leave.

However, just as he was about to step out of the hall, Lin Qingli suddenly spoke up and called out to him.

"Ji Dao Ren." Lin Qingli's voice was icy cold, carrying a chill that made one's blood run cold.

Yan Buji stopped his steps, slowly turned around, and put on a feigned respectful expression, asking, "Fairy Lin, is there anything else you wish to instruct?"

Lin Qingli's gaze sparkled like a cold star, fixed directly on Yan Buji, her voice seeming to come from the Nine Netherworlds, icy and bone-piercing: "Are you really a spy of the demon clan?!"

Faced with Lin Qingli's questioning, Yan Buji showed no panic at all; instead, he let out a light chuckle, as if he found the question somewhat amusing.

"Haha, Fairy Lin, the fact that you can ask such a question shows that from the moment I first saw you until now, you haven't grown at all." Yan Buji's tone carried a hint of mockery.

He paused briefly, then added meaningfully: "Right, Fairy Lin, if you want to take revenge on me, you'd better think twice. After all... I still have some rather interesting things in my possession that I haven't had a chance to show you yet."

Having said that, Yan Buji turned and briskly walked out of the hall. His figure quickly vanished into the vast night, as if he had never appeared at all.

Inside the hall, only Lin Qingli remained alone. She stood silently in the center of the empty hall, the items originally placed on the table having long since disappeared.

Lin Qingli slowly clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, blood trickling slowly down her wrists, yet she felt nothing.

"Ji Dao Ren..." she whispered, her voice filled with boundless hatred, "I will make you... wish you were dead."

Outside the window, a bolt of lightning split the night sky, illuminating her pale face and the vengeful flames burning in her eyes.

After leaving the Demonslaying Office, Yan Buji did not linger long in Qinghengzhou.

He well knew Lin Qingli's nature; this kind of woman could be foolish, but if she realized she had been played, her anger would cloud her judgment.

She would never let it go; once she recovered, she would surely spare no expense to hunt him down, even to the point of self-destructing to have the Immortal Alliance pursue him.

Therefore, he must leave quickly, find a hidden place unknown to anyone, and digest the resources he had plundered.

In the deep night, Yan Buji transformed into a black streak of escape light, silently departing Qinghengzhou. He did not use any teleportation array, but relying on his own cultivation, he concealed his aura all the way and rushed toward the northwest.

Time flew by; in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed. During this long period, he crossed countless mountains and rivers, finally arriving at another great prefecture.

This great prefecture was completely different from where he had been before; the terrain here was complex and changeable, the climate unusually harsh. Yet he was not daunted by these difficulties, for he had a clear goal in mind: the Zanghun Mountain Range.

The Zanghun Mountain Range lies at the border of two great prefectures, a desolate tract of land. Here the spiritual energy is thin, almost negligible, and ferocious demon beasts often roam, so ordinary cultivators dare not set foot here lightly.

However, it is precisely because of this harsh environment that it has become an excellent hiding place. Yan Buji fully understood this, so he hesitated not at all in choosing it as his foothold.

After three days of arduous travel, Yan Buji finally reached the depths of the Zanghun Mountain Range. The terrain here was steep and rugged, with dense vegetation and sheer cliffs everywhere. Yet Yan Buji was not hindered by these difficulties; relying on his keen perception, he eventually found a naturally formed cave.

The mouth of this cave was concealed by thick vines; without careful observation, its presence would be hard to detect. Yan Buji cautiously pushed aside the vines and entered the cave. The interior was spacious, the light dim, yet it imparted a sense of tranquility and safety.

"This is the place." Yan Buji muttered to himself, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth. He was very pleased with this location; it was not only well concealed, but the surrounding environment was also very suitable for his cultivation.

Yan Buji stood before the cave dwelling, not entering immediately but appearing quite cautious. He looked around, carefully observing the surroundings, as if searching for any potential danger.

After confirming there was no abnormality, Yan Buji began to employ his methods. Only saw his finger lightly flick, and a series of mysterious formation patterns quickly condensed in the air, like meteors in the night sky. These formation patterns flickered with faint light, then silently vanished into the void, as if they had never appeared.

Yan Buji successively laid down several prohibitions, each containing his exquisite formation art. These prohibitions intertwined, forming a tight protective net that firmly safeguarded the cave dwelling.

After finishing all this, Yan Buji then stepped into the cave dwelling with ease. He found a comfortable spot in the center of the cave dwelling, sat cross-legged, and adjusted his condition.

Yan Buji took out a pill from his bosom; the pill was entirely round and smooth, emitting a faint fresh fragrance. He placed the pill in his mouth; it instantly melted, turning into a cool medicinal power that rushed straight to his sea of consciousness along his throat.

This medicinal power was like a clear spring, nourishing Yan Buji's divine sense. Under the nourishment of the medicinal power, his divine sense quickly condensed, becoming clearer and sharper.

Yan Buji nodded in satisfaction, then took out a segment of thousand-year blood ginseng from his storage ring. This segment of blood ginseng was entirely blood-red, as if congealed from fresh blood, and also exuded a rich spiritual aura.

Yan Buji bit into the blood ginseng without hesitation; instantly, a violent qi and blood power surged within his body like an untamed wild horse. This qi and blood power was tumultuous and mighty, impacting his meridians and flesh.

Blood-red patterns began to appear on Yan Buji's skin surface, like spiderwebs, densely covering his whole body. At the same time, his bones emitted 'crack' sounds, as if bearing tremendous pressure.

However, Yan Buji was not knocked down by this violent qi and blood power. He gritted his teeth, silently cultivated his energy, guiding the qi and blood power to circulate within his body, tempering his flesh.

Time passed second by second, and Yan Buji's aura continually rose. After breaking through the late stage of the Void Refining realm, his cultivation had not improved much over the years due to various reasons. But now, with the aid of these precious resources, his cultivation finally began to loosen.

"Break!" Yan Buji suddenly let out a low roar, like spring thunder exploding. His internal spiritual power surged like a breached dam flood, wildly striking the bottleneck.

Only a tremendous bang was heard, as if the entire cave dwelling were about to be torn apart by this mighty power. Rocks inside the cave dwelling shattered one after another, fragments scattering everywhere.

Yan Buji's tightly shut eyes suddenly flew open, a gleam flashing in his pupils. His aura was like a volcano about to erupt, suppressed yet powerful.

"Void Refining Peak!" He clenched his fists, feeling the surging power within his body.

But he was not satisfied with this, and continued to refine the remaining resources. He knew he must quickly increase his strength in order to seize the initiative in future confrontations.