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Translator: Tamon
Translation Checker: Silavin
<Host’s disciple killed three Golden Core cultivators, earning 1500 domain points.>
Chen Changan flexed his mind and dumped all of them into the Absolute Domain, increasing its range by 15 meters.
“Master, how should we handle the Ghost Skull Sect?” Ling Bao’er called out to Chen Changan.
She killed three Golden Core cultivators and got her revenge. This had her thrilled, especially since they were so much stronger than her. She beamed with joy.
[It’s all thanks to Master. I couldn’t have done it without him.]
Ling Bao’er’s mind was set then and there, to look after her Master, cooking him the best food ever to repay him for everything.
Adding the dead Li Xiao from last night, the Evil Dragon Den lost four Golden Core cultivators, their power had plunged drastically. Once word got out, it would be a matter of days before other factions moved in and swallowed it whole.
Ling Bao’er’s words got Qiu Qiantu and his team to grimace hard.
Chen Changan’s eyes were fixed on them and they shivered from the intense stare.
Only a Nascent Soul cultivator could suppress a Golden Core. Now their lives were at Chen Changan’s discretion.
Qiu Qiantu was scared, terrified, and regretful. He’d have never set foot on Soaring Immortal Mountain in his life if he knew such a monster lived here.
“Get down here and say you’re sorry to Senior!” Qiu Qiantu was quick to react, berating his Elders and making them kneel.
“Senior, we’re nothing but ignorant fools to have breached Senior’s home. Please spare us!”
Qiu Qiantu, a mighty and lofty Ghost Skull Sect Leader was brought to his knees from fear of Chen Changan. This would be explosive news to any who heard it.
Qiu Qiantu, however, knew Nascent Soul experts were bipolar and absolutely horrible. Even kneeling had but a slim chance at survival. Running? That was utterly impossible.
[That spineless?]
Ghost Skull Sect started pleading and that caught Chen Changan by surprise. He planned on killing them for points but now, he hesitated.
Ling Bao’er blinked her big eyes. “Master, Sacred Immortal Sword is definitely the immortal treasure that fell last night. This event has great implications. We can’t have anyone know about this. Let’s kill them.
“Ghost Skull Sect is also a vile sect that turns living people into ghost slaves. They’re cruel and despicable.”
Ling Bao’er had Qiu Qiantu almost spit blood. “Ling Bao’er, stop vilifying us! Ghost Skull Sect is upright and honorable. When have we even been evil?”
Ling Bao’er huffed, “You’ve done it now,, trying to lie to Master.”
Qiu Qiantu paled, his retorts cut short. Ling Bao’er was right, all of Ghost Province knew about their dealings. Ghost Skull Sect was an evil sect that killed and refined people. Practically all their disciples have blood on their hands.
With Chen Changan’s divine skills, there was no way he couldn’t know. Trying to deceive him though, that was suicide.
Qiu Qiantu was in despair.
Chen Changan picked up on Qiu Qiantu’s attitude change and knew Ling Bao’er was right. He huffed. “Bao’er, you’re correct. All evil sects must die.”
His bloodthirst exploded and the Ghost Skull Sect group became numb from terror.
Qiu Qiantu gnashed his teeth as he lay there kneeling. He knew Chen Changan was set on killing them and no amount of begging would help.
[Go to hell, Ling Bao’er!]
“Since we’re just going to die, I’ll make damn sure you’re going to be sorry for killing us!” Qiu Qiantu roared and ordered his Elders.
“I refused to believe he’s a Nascent Soul expert. Attack him together and kill him!” Qiu Qiantu’s spiritual power spiked and went after Chen Changan along with his elders.
Just as he got close to Chen Changan, Qiu Qiantu released a thick black fog from his mouth, covering him.
Chen Changan flicked and the fog was gone. Qiu Qiantu, however, was nowhere in sight, with only the Elders remaining.
[Where’s Sect Leader?]
Chen Changan said, “He left you all here to die.”
The Ghost Skull Sect disciples fell in despair. They had lost all the will to fight Chen Changan and only wanted to escape alive.
Chen Changan wasn’t kind enough to let them. With a thought, the spiritual herbs on the ground glowed with spiritual energy and the sacred fig swayed. Its branches whipped about, pulverizing the Ghost Skull Sect disciples into a puff of blood mist on every strike. The spiritual herbs grew and joined to form a huge python, swallowing more disciples.
Of all that had stepped foot inside the Absolute Domain, Qiu Qiantu was the only survivor, and that only by fleeing.
The Ghost Skull Sect group was soon dead, which netted him 450 domain points.
Ling Bao’er clutched her dress with worry, “Master, the Sect Leader escaped. What do we do?”
Chen Changan smiled, “What else other than let him go?”
Ling Bao’er sighed, staring at the Sacred Immortal Sword. “Master, it won’t matter much if he did escape, but it will be serious trouble if news of the immortal treasure leaks out. He’ll be sure to tell others of it so they will attack us. Who knows how many would come to steal the sword? That’s what worries me.”
“Yeah, it had better be a flood of people coming for the sword.” Chen Changan said without fear or worry, but expectation.
Ling Bao’er’s big eyes widened, [Did Master let Qiu Qiantu go on purpose?]
“Master…” Chen Changan stopped her by patting her head.
“Stop making wild guesses, I’m hungry. Where’s my tiger stew?”
