Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 363 Turmoil
In the vast slave market, a powerful aura at the seventh level of cultivation blazed out unrestrainedly, as bright as the midday sun.

"Xie Jingming has advanced to the seventh level?" Wei Miao's eyesight was excellent, and she could clearly see the figure standing at the highest point in the courtyard. "With his cultivation level, he shouldn't have advanced so quickly."

She didn't think it was because he had accumulated enough experience and taken that crucial step.

Not long after entering the courtyard, he suddenly ascended to a higher realm, revealing another possibility.

“He used some kind of secret technique to gain a temporary boost,” Wei Miao revealed the truth.

The Five Lucky Rats scoffed, "He's really insane. The price he has to pay to rise from the top-tier to the level of the Seven Sects is unimaginable. With his talent and luck, he could simply cultivate step by step."

Wei Miao laughed and said, "He's in such a hurry to save the world, he doesn't care about all that. With his status as the chosen one, it might be a different kind of opportunity."

Five Lucky Rats: "Are you going to stop him?"

Wei Miao: "I'm more interested in what's in that courtyard. There's never been a secret technique in the martial arts world that can elevate a top-tier sect to the seventh level."

Five Lucky Rats: "You want to see the person who presides over the secret ritual, right? Then what about this slave market?"

“Destroyed is destroyed, but the foundation remains.” Wei Miao stood up and said, “As long as there is a market, the slave market will never disappear.”

Besides, she wasn't the manager of the slave market, so what happened there was none of her business.

“But these freed slaves in the slave market won’t be so obedient.” She paused, then added with a playful tone, “Even if they wanted to behave, there would be people urging them to cause trouble.”

These slaves are the real threat to the capital.

In the front yard.

Zhou Fan watched as Xie Jingming leaped down from the height and stood in front of them.

His aura was as vast as the ocean and as blazing as the sun; he was full of energy, and his eyes shone with an indelible light.

He truly reached the level of the Seven Sects.

Xie Jingming shouted, "Gentlemen, are you willing to come with me and kill those beasts!"

The moment Zhou Fan saw him, he suddenly understood Dong Luan's plan.

This is using them as targets.

What could attract the attention of Slave City more than a seventh-level intruder?

Zhou Fan's expression was complicated: "If you go, I'm afraid you'll die ten times over."

Xie Jingming looked at him expectantly, but did not answer.

He had long been aware of this and disregarded life and death.

He wasn't unaware of Dong Luan's scheme. He simply realized he couldn't control his own energy, as it was merely borrowed power.

So conspicuous, so provocative.

But this aligns with his purpose. He came here to cause chaos and upheaval.

He hopes his partner can accompany him on this journey.

"Let's go," Zhou Fan sighed.

The four rushed out of the courtyard and stormed into the building next door.

When they forced their way in, Xie Jingming saw a bewildered face.

Before the other party could even beg for mercy, Xie Jingming simply swung his sword and slashed, sending the head rolling to the ground.

The hired guards did not show up, perhaps thinking their lives were more important and running away first.

When they entered the backyard, they found ragged slaves. They were locked in iron cages and laid out haphazardly on the ground, their lifeless eyes staring at them, seemingly unaware that the situation had changed.

"You are saved," Xie Jingming said to them as he cut the iron locks on the cages one by one.

Those with quick reflexes immediately scrambled out of the iron cage, but stared at them blankly.

"After you go out, someone will guide you."

At some point, a wandering swordsman wearing a black mask followed the four men in and spoke to the slaves in a deep, gruff voice.

He then said to the group of four, "You guys go somewhere else first, I'll take care of this."

The slave market was in chaos.

Hundreds of men in black emerged from the shadowy corner; their strength was generally above the second tier.

They recklessly stormed into the various shops, causing a bloodbath with heads rolling and the air thick with carnage. The slave market reacted swiftly, with all the guards from each shop rushing out to fight the men in black.

Everywhere was filled with the sounds of war and shouts of killing; close combat was taking place, and lives were lost in the blink of an eye.

A cold snort came from a magnificent mansion in the very center of the slave market.

A burly woman with a scar on her face leaped out from the crowd, moving with the speed of a ghost, and rushed towards Xie Jingming.

Following them were a dozen or so top-tier martial artists who dispersed in various directions to intercept some tough opponents.

Wei Miao's shop is very close to the Yanzi Courtyard.

Therefore, when the turmoil broke out, a first-rate martial artist quickly pushed open the shop door and stormed in.

A string of silver bells was tied to her feet, and the sound of the bells was extremely pleasant as she walked.

Holding a short dagger, she attacked Wei Miao directly.

[Combined assessment of mental and resistance levels in progress...]

[Verification passed! You are now immune to charm!]

“The Qimiao’s technique, ‘As If Hearing Celestial Music’.” Wei Miao recognized the move and drew her sword.

A jet-black blade of light flew out, instantly splitting the body in two.

Wei Miao timed her retreat perfectly, taking a step back so that her upper body landed right in front of her feet, leaving a trail of blood and internal organs on the ground.

The martial artist's vitality was extremely tenacious; she did not die immediately, but her body convulsed, her face filled with astonishment and regret.

Wei Miao and the Five Lucky Rats concealed their auras, so only people of the same level could detect their strength.

This top-tier player was probably in a hurry and went straight for the kill.

Only when death was imminent did they discover that two of the Seven Sects were hidden nearby.

Wei Miao closed the door again and observed the outside through the screen window.

No fewer than fifty men in black rushed out of the courtyard. Although they tried to conceal themselves, their martial arts skills could still be discerned.

Most of them were people from the strange temple.

“Yan Ziqi is indeed on Lu Kaiyi’s side.” Wei Miao called to the Five Lucky Rats, “Let’s go see what’s in that courtyard.”

Taking advantage of the chaos, the two randomly killed two unlucky people, stripped them of their clothes, and put them on themselves.

Then he swaggered into the yard.

There was no one left in the courtyard; it was empty and had an unusual cleanliness.

The two walked slowly and silently into the backyard.

The courtyard was lush with plants and had many side rooms, all with their doors open, suggesting a large number of men in black rushing out.

Among them, one house, with its carved beams and painted rafters, was the most exquisite.

Slave owners spent most of their time in their strongholds, so their residences were built to be beautiful and comfortable.

The Five Lucky Rats looked at the aura above the house and said, "There are people inside, as well as some disgusting things, somewhere between the inanimate and the living."

He observed countless qi, and only living things had qi and fortune, but he had never seen such mottled qi and fortune, which was also gray.

Before he could finish speaking, the door suddenly opened.

A strangely handsome man stepped forward and sized them up: "Who are you?"

The wings on his back had already been folded up.

These two Seven Masters are probably enemies, not friends.

His question was merely a way of calculating whether his methods could possibly surpass those of the two.

Their eyes, however, were not on him.

From Wei Miao's vantage point, one can see the statue of Fu An Gong behind him.

"Nothing, you go ahead."

Having achieved her goal, Wei Miao left with a nonsensical remark and retreated abruptly with the Five Lucky Rats.