I am grinding experience in another world Chapter 565 - 556 Yuan Xian

"These Lock Dragon Knights are the treasures of Da Qian, truly untouchable." On the Naless Barren Mountain, Xie Ji’s face was full of anxiety.

"Bullshit Lock Dragon Knights!" Chen Mu cursed, "Would real Lock Dragon Knights raise pulse points toward the ground? These are nothing but a gang of thieves wanting to steal the City God Statue!"

"What if this is their special sche?"

"You’re not a Lock Dragon Knight, how would you know if what they’re doing is right or not?" Xie Ji stubbornly retorted, neck stiffened.

"I really don’t know." Chen Mu snorted, "But capturing them all and interrogating them will make things clear."

Xie Ji was stunned at that mont.

Beating up one Lock Dragon Knight was already big trouble, and now you want to capture all of them for interrogation?

It’s over!

"Maybe... we should think this over?"

"Shut up!" Chen Mu glared at Xie Ji.

With a wave of his hand, he threw both Xie Ji and the man in the black robe into Thousand Lanterns City and activated Netherworld Ferry, heading straight for the nearest Lock Dragon Knight station.

...

At dusk, in the City Divine Main Hall of the Qiluo Mountain City Divine Temple in Luandu County, Li Buxian was ditating on scriptures with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a peculiar sensation arose in his heart, and Li Buxian opened his eyes sharply, to find that without knowing when, a stern-faced old man had quietly stood not far beside him.

At that mont, the other party was looking up, staring emotionlessly at the City God Statue.

Institute Head Yuan Xian of the Twenty-ninth Institute?!

How could he appear in Qiluo Mountain so silently?

Li Buxian was shocked, imdiately standing up with a clasped fist: "Institute Head, your visit honors us! Forgive for not greeting you from afar!"

But Yuan Xian didn’t speak, his gaze absorbed by the God Statue.

Li Buxian cautiously glanced at him, and through the special perception granted by the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed, a dense silver mist was winding around the man.

His heart skipped a beat.

The Power of Seven Emotions was so intense; this Institute Head wasn’t as calm and indifferent as he appeared!

Li Buxian kept a calm face, but in his heart, he silently recited the latter part of the Yan Yue.

A weak attractive force was generated, and a wisp of mist quietly drifted towards his right hand. With a slight touch of his index finger, he imdiately sensed a thick obsession of greed!

Following the man’s line of sight towards the solemn and dignified City God Statue, his heart leapt.

This Institute Head, on the surface, said he was here to protect the City God Dojo, but in reality, he wanted to steal the statue for himself?!

Sweat suddenly covered Li Buxian’s forehead.

"You’re quite clever, Li Buxian." Yuan Xian shifted his gaze slightly, giving Li Buxian a cryptic smile.

"I actually wish I could be more foolish." Li Buxian shook his head with a bitter smile.

First, he stepped into a big pit on the Demon Path, and now an ulterior-motived Yuan Xian appeared. Seeing his life about to be finished, wasn’t this just too unlucky?

It’s not even my damn birth year!

His mind racing, he braved himself to speak in an attempt to divert: "With your status, you shouldn’t lack for Incense Spiritual Energy."

"May I know the real reason you want to seize the God Statue?"

"What? You want to help solve my problem? As a condition for your release?" Yuan Xian’s mouth curved up, revealing an eerie smirk.

"Wait until you’ve cultivated the Underworld God Eleven Transformations, then you’ll know. Unfortunately, you won’t have the chance anymore."

Li Buxian felt a chill in his heart, suddenly retreating five ters away while shouting, "Isn’t it because the Superior Fetal Spirit can’t suppress the rebellious Divine Demon will? I have a way!"

"Just you?"

A chilling voice suddenly appeared behind Li Buxian.

...

Bang!

A huge figure was sent flying out of the City Divine Main Hall, hitting a person-tall Bronze Incense Burner, which instantly twisted like mud.

Transford into a five-to-six-ter tall mini-giant, Li Buxian, now like a deflated ball, rapidly shrank with his two noodle-like arms dangling in front.

Li Buxian lifted his head, looking bitterly at the unscathed Yuan Xian: "Institute Head, can you let surrender?"

"Bending and stretching, it’s no wonder that a person with no background like you could smoothly cultivate the Underworld God Seven Transformations," Yuan Xian said indifferently: "Pity that only the dead can truly hold secrets, that’s really safe!"

"You embezzled for your own use, aren’t you afraid of being discovered by the Lock Dragon Courtyard?!" Li Buxian felt hope slipping away, his expression turning ugly.

"The Lock Dragon Courtyard?"

"It wasn’t who killed the Temple Priest and destroyed the God Statue, why should I be afraid of the Lock Dragon Courtyard?" Yuan Xian’s mouth twisted into a wild grin, his cold old face revealing a crazed smile.

A thick white fog surged at his feet, instantly enveloping the entire City Divine Temple courtyard.

"Strange Demon?! You dare to lead Strange Demon into Da Qian, have you gone mad!" Li Buxian’s face changed drastically.

Then, noticing sothing else, his expression shifted again: "No, this isn’t an external Strange Demon; it’s you! You just failed to cultivate the Underworld God Twelve Transformations and were possessed by the Divine Demon will, turning into a Strange Demon!"

"You know too much!" Yuan Xian’s mouth suddenly split to his ears, an inner and outer layer of sharp teeth revealed. His voice was coarse and raspy, like countless people shouting together.

"Institute Head, I really have the Secret Technique to suppress the Divine Demon backlash!" Li Buxian shouted desperately.

"I don’t believe you!" Accompanied by a beastly roar, a large, scarlet-red energy sphere suddenly appeared in front of Li Buxian.

Inside the sphere, countless blood-red faces struggled violently, their mouths open in silent screams.

Li Buxian caught only a glimpse, his spirit nearly shattered by the impact.

This is the end!

The next mont.

Roar!

A deep dragon’s cry echoed around him.

Li Buxian’s head cleared, and looking up, he saw a dragon head forged of black iron materializing in mid-air.

The dragon head snapped at the scarlet-red sphere, biting off half of it. The faces within the sphere, tails trailing, scattered in all directions, but the dragon head opened its mouth and inhaled, sucking them all inside.