The people around quickly noticed sothing was amiss and fell silent. The only sounds were the agonized wails of Ning Qianzheng and the scratching of Ning Xuan carving the Bone Spirit Plaque. He was in a world of his own, completely focused on the task at hand. Beside him, Swordsman Jian Zhenyi, a man who had made a na for himself in Dong Cang years ago, didn’t even have the courage to draw his sword.
It was a dumbfounding sight.
I must never, ever contend with him in swordsmanship! And I absolutely cannot let him use his sword techniques! a Human Realm Warrior vowed to himself.
Ti slipped away. Jian Zhenyi was drenched in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of a river. A puddle ford at his feet like a small, flowing stream.
"Whew..."
Just as Ning Xuan finished his work and blew the bone dust off the Bone Spirit Plaque, CLANG! Jian Zhenyi finally found his opportunity and drew his sword.
But the beginning was also the end.
With a spurt of blood, just as his longsword cleared its sheath, his head flew high into the air. A swordsman of great renown hadn’t even had the chance to make a single strike.
The scene was utterly shocking.
Ignoring the headless corpse as it crumpled to the ground, Ning Xuan strode over to Ning Qianzheng and held the Bone Spirit Plaque out for him to see.
"Ning Qianzheng, thank you for the bone that has finally given my grandfather a ho. You can go in peace. It won’t be long before your son and grandson co down to join you."
It was a blow ant not just to kill the body, but to shatter the soul.
Enraged to the point of coughing up blood, Ning Qianzheng’s eyes bulged wide as he died, unable to rest in peace. With an impassive expression, Ning Xuan plucked the Storage Ring from the dead man’s finger. He then rose and looked toward the ruins, a hint of regret in his eyes. He had promised to place his family’s Spirit Tablets here, but now that it was rubble, that promise was impossible to keep.
"Anyone else want a turn?"
When Ning Xuan turned and posed the question, many of the onlookers instinctively took a step back.
"It’s been this long, and none of you have thought to call for backup?" Ning Xuan chided, lanting their incompetence.
The corners of several people’s mouths twitched.
Damn it! You can kill a Human Realm Warrior with a single sword strike, what’s the point of calling for backup?! We can’t possibly ask a King Realm expert to step in, can we? If they won, it would be expected. But if they sohow lost, a lifeti of glory would be ruined in an instant!
However, so Martial Artists with an inflated sense of their own worth had a different idea, their eyes gleaming. If they couldn’t strike openly, they would do it from the shadows.
After all, Ning Xuan was carrying incredible treasures. Not only did he have all the resources procured for the Martial God Temple’s Sub-Hall, but that mysterious Token alone was worth the risk. Even the Human Emperor’s Order couldn’t withstand it; the benefits of obtaining that Token were simply too imnse to ignore.
A few people quietly slipped away to make their preparations.
Realizing he couldn’t bait any more fish here, Ning Xuan sighed and turned to Mo Ji. "Steward Mo, I have so things I have no use for. Shall we talk?"
Mo Ji imdiately smiled and nodded. With that, the two of them departed together. Those who had been planning to ambush Ning Xuan along the road were left dumbfounded.
The influence of Bi Luo Palace was not limited to Dong Cang Country. The organization had a presence in the capital of every nation on the Yuan Ling Continent. A power of this scale undoubtedly had a formidable backer. Who would dare make a move on Ning Xuan while he was in the company of Steward Mo?
Even more galling was Ning Xuan’s apparent intention to sell the things he couldn’t use from the looted Storage Rings back to Bi Luo Palace.
Damn it! That guy is a real piece of work! Let’s not forget, the Martial God Temple’s Sub-Hall procurent team buys its supplies from Bi Luo Palace, right? So the resources just made a round trip? Are Bi Luo Palace and Ning Xuan deliberately trying to antagonize the Martial God Temple?
Ning Xuan couldn’t care less what others thought. He already had a plan. Upon safely reaching the top floor of Bi Luo Palace, he handed over several Storage Rings.
Mo Ji took one and peered inside. Good heavens! It was filled with Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills.
"Most of these ca from the Fiery Sun Sect. Give an estimate for them," Ning Xuan explained with a smile, seeing Mo Ji’s shocked expression.
Thinking he had misheard, Mo Ji confird, "Little Master Uncle, are you sure you don’t want any of these?"
Ning Xuan nodded.
Mo Ji couldn’t help but remind him, "Little Master Uncle, you must understand, Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills are incredibly precious."
Despite Bi Luo Palace’s abundant resources, they were lacking in these two areas, which ford the very foundation of any major power. The collection Ning Xuan had provided was enough to establish an entirely new Sect—one even more powerful than the Fiery Sun Sect. In just a brief scan, Mo Ji had already spotted several high-grade techniques and skills.
Instead of replying, Ning Xuan continued to search through the other Storage Rings, soon producing another dozen or so Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills. The biggest haul by far ca from Ning Qianzheng’s Storage Ring.
"The *Everlasting Spring Technique*! This is a technique only core disciples of the Martial God Temple’s Main Hall are permitted to cultivate! And the *Invincible Divine Fist*! I’ve heard this is the number one fist technique in the Martial God Temple!" Mo Ji was utterly stunned when Ning Xuan handed them over.
Ning Xuan’s own eyes lit up. "Does this an they’ll sell for a lot of Elent Crystals?"
Mo Ji’s mouth twitched. "Little Master Uncle, the value of these two items can no longer be asured in Elent Crystals. If I had to put a number on it, the starting bid for each would be at least one billion!"
"An auction? That’s a great idea. Auction those two off, handle the rest as you see fit, and just help gather as many Elent Crystals as possible."
"Little Master Uncle, if you’re in need of Elent Crystals, I can advance you two billion on behalf of the Dong Cang Bi Luo Palace."
Ning Xuan accepted without hesitation. "Alright. Just deduct it from the sales later. By the way, take a look at what’s left in these other Storage Rings." He handed over the rings he had lifted from the Martial God Temple’s procurent team.
Mo Ji nodded, but when he took a look inside, he went numb with shock. The resources the Martial God Temple’s Sub-Hall had procured from Bi Luo Palace—enough to supply the Sect’s disciples for a month—had been almost entirely consud by Ning Xuan alone.
"What? Are they worthless?" Ning Xuan asked, a little disappointed by Mo Ji’s expression. "Isn’t the Martial God Temple one of the top three powers? Why are they so stingy?"
Just as Mo Ji was about to explain the truth, a spherical object in the corner of the room began to flash red. He quickly changed his tune. "Indeed. The Martial God Temple’s visit this ti was rely a supplentary purchase, so they didn’t acquire much." As he spoke, Mo Ji subtly gestured upwards.
Ning Xuan understood imdiately. Soone is outside!
He nodded. "Alright then. Looks like I’ll have to find another way. I won’t disturb you any longer, Steward Mo."
With that, Ning Xuan turned to leave.
Mo Ji grew anxious. That wasn’t what he ant at all. "Wait..."
As he started to speak, he saw Ning Xuan wink at him.
Little Master Uncle is planning to swindle soone again! Mo Ji nodded in understanding.
"I’ll transfer the Elent Crystals I promised to you imdiately."
Ning Xuan nodded his assent.
After Mo Ji returned and handed the two billion Elent Crystals to Ning Xuan, Ning Xuan glanced at the still-flashing sphere and ultimately decided against asking if Mo Ji had any Pill Recipes. These crystals would last him for a while; the matter of the recipes could wait.
Ning Xuan bid his farewell and left. Mo Ji glanced at the sphere and remained seated, not seeing him out. Instead, he took up a brush and hastily wrote a secret letter. Pulling a hidden lever, he sent the letter out through a special passage. It was ti to summon *him*.
「Outside Bi Luo Palace.」
The mont Ning Xuan appeared, countless gazes, both overt and covert, locked onto him.
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