My CEO Bai Fumei’s wife

This time, the Nascent Soul stage elder disappeared for a full hour without ever returning to attack.

Those two palm strikes just now caused the interior of the Spirit Tower to shake, as if an earthquake had occurred.

This shows just how terrifying the damage output of a Nascent Soul stage expert is.

Not to mention the outside of the spirit tower, which was covered in cracks and had lost its luster. Fortunately, the spirit tower has a self-repairing function, and it will be fine after being placed inside the body for a period of time.

"Boss, can we go now?"

Kui Wu asked in a low voice.

"No rush, take your time."

Qin Yu activated the spirit tower, which was smaller than a needle tip, and slowly floated up from under the ruins. At this moment, even if someone saw this scene, they would only think that the night wind was blowing the sand and dust in the ruins into the air.

Because the outside of the spirit tower was also shrouded in sand and dust, its former radiant appearance was completely obscured.

When the spirit tower floated into the air, Qin Yu made it pause for a moment.

After a few minutes, seeing that nothing was amiss, he urged the spirit tower to slowly fly towards the main gate. Under the cover of night, no one noticed the "dust" in the air.

Qin Yu had already observed that there was a barrier above Wanbaoge. If he tried to break the barrier, he might attract that old man again.

The only barrier was the gate. Qin Yu activated the spirit tower and followed the gap in the tightly closed gate to the road.

However, Qin Yu did not let his guard down. He urged the spirit tower to drift and sway, mimicking the floating dust, and slowly moved away from the Wanbao Pavilion's range.

Around dawn, the spirit tower, disguised as "dust," finally arrived in the suburbs.

Qin Yu breathed a sigh of relief and left the Spirit Tower with Kui Wu and Ye Qingxue.

"Phew, it's good that I'm with the boss. If I were alone in Wanbaoge, I probably wouldn't have made it out alive."

The old man's ruthlessness at the Nascent Soul stage made Kui Wu feel a sense of lingering fear.

"Hehe, yes, the Martial Emperor Continent may seem dangerous, but it's actually not safe at all."

Qin Yu said with a bitter smile.

"My husband, look, what's that in the sky?"

At this moment, Ye Qingxue noticed something unusual in the sky: several palm-sized butterflies were hovering and floating.

The eyes of these butterflies were an eerie red, and their facial features looked extremely ugly.

"Who cares what it is, just kill it first."

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, waved his hand, and streaks of sword energy shot towards the butterfly in mid-air.

boom.
However, a violent force crashed in from the side, shattering Qin Yu's sword energy into pieces.

Qin Yu looked closely and realized it was the old man from Medicine King Valley who had set up a stall at Wanbaoge.

With his hands behind his back, he flew through the air at an extremely fast speed from a distance.

To possess such skills, one must at least be at the Martial God Realm.

"Boy, hand over your storage ring."

The old man from Medicine King Valley landed on the ground, his aura completely undisguised, revealing him to be at the peak of Martial God.

It seems that he compressed his cultivation level at the Wanbaoge Chamber of Commerce, which is why Qin Yu thought that this old man was nothing special.

"Boss, you take a break, take a break, let me, Old Niu, handle him."

Kui Wu could also tell that his opponent was a martial god, skilled in close combat. As a descendant of the ancient divine beast Kui, Kui Wu was also very tough and strong, making him well-suited for close combat as well.

Kui Wu also wanted to test how much combat power he would have after fusing with his ancestor's blood.

"Alright, Kui Wu, be careful."

Qin Yu, holding Ye Qingxue's small hand, retreated over a hundred meters away. It seemed the butterflies in the air were the same as the tracking eagles of the Beast Taming Sect; they had definitely been drawn by Ye Qingxue's fragrance and tracked them down, pinpointing their location.

In other words, the old man from Medicine King Valley had decided to kill and plunder as early as yesterday.

Indeed, there's a saying that goes, "There are only three realms for cultivators: the Ant Realm, the Fellow Daoist Realm, and the Senior Realm."

Ants, prepare to die! Fellow Daoist, please wait! Senior, spare my life!

This also reflects the jungle law of the cultivator world, where the strong prey on the weak.

"Haha, Old Du, you're here really early!"

Just then, a spirit boat flew over quickly, accompanied by a loud and energetic laugh.

Standing on top was a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, with messy long hair, a rugged face, and a tangled beard.

He carried a large wooden box on his back, its contents unknown.

"Desert Soul Breaker?"

The old man, known as Old Ghost Du, frowned and said unhappily, "The Wanbaoge auction is over, why aren't you going back to your Broken Soul Cliff? What are you doing in this desolate wilderness?"

"Haha, Old Du, don't be angry. These days, life is tough, and spirit crystals are hard to earn. Even you, an old man, have started a side business. I'll come and see if I can get any good deals."

"This kid has a lot of good stuff on him. Old Du, you can't possibly keep it all for yourself, can you?"

The spirit boat landed, and the burly man jumped down, grabbed the wooden box on his back, opened it, and inside was a large, snow-white sword that was nearly two meters long.

He is the infamous Soul-Severing Blade of Qingyun Prefecture, and also possesses the combat power of an early-stage Martial God.

His mastery of the Soul-Severing Blade Technique earned him a place among the top experts in Qingyun Prefecture.

Qin Yu won the grand prize with a thousand spirit crystals last night, which made everyone want to snatch it and keep it for themselves.

"Don't worry, don't worry, we're here for you."

As they were talking, several more spirit boats flew over, and men and women jumped off. They were all participants in the final round of the auction, drawn by the treasures on Qin Yu's person.

"Damn it, are they all flies? They came here because of the smell."

Old Du was even more annoyed, as he had finally managed to pinpoint the location of these people using the Scent-Chasing Butterflies he had cultivated.

As it turned out, they caught up with him, and even if they killed this kid, they probably wouldn't gain much.

“Let’s also have a first-come, first-served rule. Here’s the deal: the flower fairy beside this kid is mine, and the spirit crystals on his body are also mine. You can divide the rest among yourselves!”

Du Laogui looked at the group of people behind him with a sinister gaze and said.

After all, he had the Medicine King Valley behind him, and with himself being a Martial God, he was fully qualified to negotiate with these people.

"Alright, Old Du, I'll take that grand finale treasure from last night, and they can divide the rest."

Mo Duanhun, carrying his treasured sword, said casually.

"Damn, why are there other people here?"

Just then, someone spoke again, and a huge spirit boat flew over from not far away.

A flag with the character "皇" (Emperor) on it was hanging on the mast.

Naturally, it was Huang Lingtian from the Xuan Yin Sect who arrived. His cultivation level was higher than everyone present, and he had even broken through to the Nascent Soul stage. In terms of combat power, he could completely overwhelm these people.

A flash of light appeared, and he used teleportation to land on the spirit boat in front of everyone.

"How could such a lively event be complete without me, Huang Lingtian?"

Huang Lingtian stood with his hands behind his back, his tone incredibly arrogant. (End of Chapter)