Chapter 85

"Out of the question! I am from the Divine Casting Manor. If you dare to touch me, my... my father won't let you off!"

Jiang Feixue gritted her teeth, tightly gripping the Yang Essence Pearl in her hand, trembling with fear.

"Brother Zhu, let's retreat quickly!"

She whispered to Su Shier, instinctively grabbing his hand, and the two of them retreated step by step.

Su Shier narrowed his eyes, not eager to reveal his true strength, feigning a look of extreme fear. In reality, he was secretly gathering his true essence within his body.

"Heh heh, so what if you're from the Divine Casting Manor? Even if the Heavenly King himself were here today, he couldn't save the two of you!"

"Today, I'll take your Yang Essence right in front of your little lover, and then I'll kill your little lover!"

The gray-robed fat man's eyes glinted with malice. He tore off his cloak, revealing a hideous, fat face with a cruel, mocking smile, and took a step toward Su Shier and Jiang Feixue.

"You... you go to hell!"

Jiang Feixue shouted, trembling, and without hesitation, she channeled her true essence into the Yang Essence Pearl and threw it with all her might.

The energy within the Yang Essence Pearl surged, sending a terrifying spiritual force wave directly at the gray-robed fat man.

"Haha, just in time! You really are from the Divine Casting Manor, aren't you? You use an exquisite magical artifact right away."

"But, is this level of damage supposed to tickle me?"

The gray-robed fat man laughed heartily, completely dismissing the attack. With a wave of his hand, he easily caught the Yang Essence Pearl.

The Yang Essence Pearl and the Yunyang Spirit Fire had a natural restraining effect on evil cultivators like him, but Jiang Feixue's strength was too low to unleash even a fraction of their power.

"Little beauty, bring out all your treasures. If you don't, I'll show you my treasures!"

The gray-robed fat man tilted his head, rubbing his hands together, and continued to advance toward Jiang Feixue.

As for Su Shier, he didn't take him seriously at all.

Hearing the filthy words, Jiang Feixue's face turned red with anger, and tears streamed down her cheeks, feeling utterly hopeless.

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But at that moment, Su Shier, who had been quiet all along, suddenly moved, disappearing from his spot.

"Huh? Brother Zhu, be careful! You're not his... "

Seeing this, Jiang Feixue hurriedly warned him, but before she could finish, her eyes widened in shock.

"What?"

The gray-robed fat man's heart also trembled, sensing something was wrong.

But his attention was entirely on Jiang Feixue, and even with his quick reaction, he was a step too slow against Su Shier's full-strength attack. All he saw was a flash of silver light.

"You... how can you be at the Seventh Level of Qi Condensation?!"

He only managed to let out a cry of surprise before a red line appeared around his neck.

Then, the world before his eyes flipped upside down, and he saw his body standing still, but without a head.

In his last moment, he felt nothing but infinite regret.

If he hadn't been tempted by her beauty, he would have attacked immediately upon appearance. Even if he wasn't a match, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

Unfortunately, no amount of regret could change the fact that he was facing death.

Seeing the gray-robed fat man beheaded by Su Shier, Jiang Feixue was so shocked that her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open, large enough to fit a duck egg.

"Brother Zhu, you... you're actually at the Seventh Level of Qi Condensation?!"

"Yep! One has to be cautious when traveling alone. Please forgive me."

Su Shier remained calm, nodding slightly, and skillfully took the storage bag from the gray-robed fat man.

He then cast a fireball spell to incinerate the body and pulled Jiang Feixue's arm, ready to leave.

"The situation is critical. Let's leave here first."

"No! I can't leave! My brother is still here, and I can't just watch him die!"

"Brother Zhu, please, please help me save my brother!"

Jiang Feixue shook her head urgently, pleading with Su Shier.

"This..."

Su Shier looked troubled, not immediately agreeing, and instead turned to look at the mountain hollow.

The battle in the mountain hollow was nearing its end.

The white-robed man stood with his sword, bleeding profusely, his aura chaotic and weak.

Behind him, fewer than ten cultivators remained, all exhausted and nearly hopeless.

On the other side, the Red-Eyed Child also had several sword wounds, his aura clearly weaker than before.

But a faint smile played on his lips.

"Indeed, the people of the Divine Casting Manor are not to be underestimated. With the strength of a Qi Condensation cultivator, you can even use sword techniques that require a Foundation Establishment cultivator to cultivate."

"Unfortunately, I still have the last laugh. As long as I refine your souls, my Ten Thousand Souls Banner will completely advance to a spirit artifact!"

"Haha..."

The Red-Eyed Child laughed loudly, his eyes filled with eager joy.

In his heart, he also felt a bit relieved.

He had lured cultivators to their deaths, but he hadn't expected to attract three Ninth Level Qi Condensation cultivators this time.

Moreover, one of them was the young master of the Divine Casting Manor.

Their skills were formidable, and if not for the terrain advantage of the Evil Filth Pit, the outcome would have been uncertain.

But now, he had more confidence in refining his Ten Thousand Souls Banner into a spirit artifact.

The souls of Ninth Level Qi Condensation cultivators were much purer and stronger.

With a wave of his hand, he grasped the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and shook it.

"Whoosh~"

A cold wind rose, and countless vengeful spirits and evil ghosts hovered in the air, locking onto the white-robed man and the remaining cultivators.

"Brother!" Seeing this, Jiang Feixue's pupils dilated, her face filled with boundless sorrow.

She then turned and fell to her knees before Su Shier.

"Jiang... Brother! What are you doing?" Su Shier quickly pulled her up.

Jiang Feixue, her voice trembling with tears, pleaded, "The Red-Eyed Child is heavily injured. With Brother Zhu's strength, saving my brother shouldn't be a problem."

"Brother Zhu, I know this puts you at risk, but he's my only brother!"

She knew that with her strength, she would only be sending herself to her death if she went down there. At this moment, her only hope was Su Shier.

Su Shier narrowed his eyes, not immediately agreeing.

Even though the Red-Eyed Child was injured, he couldn't be sure of victory.

He wasn't a child and wouldn't put himself in danger just because of a few words.

Seeing Su Shier's hesitation, Jiang Feixue bit her lip and continued, "If Brother Zhu helps me save my brother, from now on, I will be your..."

"Jiang Brother, you don't need to say more. I'll help you save him!"

As soon as Jiang Feixue finished speaking, Su Shier suddenly interrupted her.

He quickly returned the Yang Essence Pearl to her and instructed, "Stay here and don't make a sound!"

Then, he leaped into the air, rushing toward the mountain hollow.

He knew very well the pain of losing a loved one. He had already considered Jiang Feixue a friend and didn't want her to suffer the same pain of losing a loved one.

Of course, the most crucial reason was that killing this guy would allow him to obtain the Heavenly Treasure, the Golden Saint Spirit Spring, which could enhance his cultivation.

Earlier, he had the least hope of obtaining it.

But now, the situation was different. The Red-Eyed Child's strength was less than half of what it was before, and even at the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation, he had a chance of victory.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Jiang Feixue only hoped he would help save her brother, but he wanted more!