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For the first time, obvious anger appeared on the Elf King's face. His two dark green eyes flickered, as if someone had touched a sore spot.

“Ignorant humans dare to pry into the secrets of the sacred land; such words deserve to be punished.”

"Whom shall be executed?"

Qin Yu raised the Falling Moon Divine Bow. The moonlight on the bow became blinding at that moment. The spirit's emotions were transmitted to his palm through the bowstring—an anger and longing that had been suppressed for too long.

"I'll tell you something you don't know."

"The spirit of this bow hates you."

The Elf King's face froze.

"It has been in your hands for three thousand years, and has been corroded by death for three thousand years. Its essence is moonlight, clarity, and purity, but you have soaked it in decay and death and used it as a tool."

Qin Yu's fingers touched the bowstring, and the heaven-defying tribulation lightning surged from his dantian, flowing through his meridians into the bow. The divine bow trembled violently and then emitted a long cry.

That sound wasn't an ordinary buzzing; it was the roar of a spirit.

Three thousand years of resentment erupted at this moment.

"You say you are the master of nature."

The bowstring was drawn taut, and a dark purple arrow formed from heaven-defying lightning took shape. The lightning on the arrowhead crackled, and each arc of lightning carried the will to destroy everything.

"You even want to kill the bow you made yourself, what kind of master are you?"

An arrow was shot.

The Elf King's face finally showed fear. He tried to mobilize the power of the entire forest to block the arrow, but the tree roots all turned to ashes the moment they came into contact with the arrow.

The Heavenly Tribulation Lightning is the power of punishment from Heaven, specifically designed to suppress anything that does not conform to Heaven's will.

The Elf King's act of nourishing life with death is itself a desecration of the natural order.

The arrow pierced through all obstacles and struck the center of the giant face's brow.

boom.

The Elf King's projection shattered from the middle, and countless green fragments rained down on the altar, each fragment accompanied by a mournful howl of resentment as it landed.

A projection of 30% of the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Arrow.

Qin Yu put away the Falling Moon Divine Bow, and the moonlight patterns on the bow became even more dazzling. The joy of the weapon spirit was transmitted from the vibration of the bowstring, and the repression of three thousand years was released at this moment.

The surrounding elven nobles all collapsed to the ground, their faith crumbling at that moment.

The Elf King is their god, the spokesperson for nature, and an invincible being.

However, his projection was blasted apart by an arrow from a human in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm.

Cang Lan knelt on the ground, muttering to himself. His eyes were unfocused, and his mind was on the verge of collapse under the extreme shock.

Qin Yu ignored these people and focused his gaze on the broken main branch of the Tree of Life.

A golden-green liquid was flowing from the broken surface; it wasn't resin, but the very essence of life.

"Zhuge Chuchu, is that thing usable?"

"Yes, that's the essence of Yi Wood, the culmination of three thousand years of the Tree of Life's accumulation. If you can absorb it..."

Before Zhuge Chuchu could finish speaking, Qin Yu's figure had already appeared at the broken edge.

He reached out and grabbed at the golden-green liquid. The liquid struggled and tried to escape back into the tree trunk, but it was firmly locked in place by his true dragon energy.

"I won't stand on ceremony."

He stored the essence of Yi Wood into his storage ring. The Tree of Life trembled violently, and countless branches and leaves began to wither and fall, like an old man whose spinal cord had been removed.

When Qin Yu jumped down, he stepped on a fragment of the Elf King's projection.

The fragments crackled and shattered beneath his feet, as if in their final struggle.

"I want this bow back."

His voice echoed throughout the altar, and every elf heard it clearly.

"Send your true forms to Martial Emperor City to find me, young master."

The giant ice python swam up from beneath the altar. Qin Yu, along with Zhuge Chuchu and their three divine pets, leaped onto its body. The python then turned and swam towards the exit of the Elf Forest. No one dared to stop them.

Prince Canglan knelt on the altar, watching the white python shadow disappear into the depths of the tree canopy, only one sentence remaining on his lips as he murmured repeatedly.

"Grandpa will come, Grandpa's real body will come, he will definitely crush that worm into dust..."

Three days later, in the desolate wasteland of withered bones.

Qin Yu chose to stop here not because of the good feng shui, but because the place was remote and filled with death energy, which could conceal the special aura he brought from the Soul Refining Furnace.

Yan Mingyu's soul has been placed in the core of the Nine Ghost Tower. Ye Qingxue's flower fairy spirit energy, combined with the lingering effects of the seal fragments left by Zhuge Qingyun, is slowly repairing the damage to her essence.

Two of the three souls and three of the seven spirits have now been restored; one more soul and four more spirits are needed for a complete awakening.

Qin Yu sat on a high platform made of withered bones, toying with the Falling Moon Divine Bow in his hand. The moonlight patterns on the bow became brighter and brighter under the influence of his true dragon aura.

"Boss, why don't we keep going?"

Kui Wu's voice came from the side; he was digging at bones on the ground with a cow horn, so bored he was practically growing hair.

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Waiting for whom?"

"Wait for the pursuers sent by Wudi City."

Kui Wu was stunned for a moment, then his bull-like eyes widened.

"Boss, you deliberately revealed your presence to attract the pursuers."

"The Moonfall Divine Bow needs to be refined to unleash its full power. Ordinary spirit stones are not enough; it must be fed with the essence blood and primordial spirit of cultivators."

When Qin Yu said this, his tone was so calm that it was as if he were discussing what to eat today. Kui Wu's hair stood on end. The longer he followed this boss, the more he felt that the boss's way of doing things was different from that of normal people.

A normal person wanted by Wudi City would try to hide as far away as possible, but his boss did the opposite, deliberately revealing his presence to lure the pursuers towards him.

Zhu Zhen poked his pig head out from behind a pile of bones, with a magical herb he had found somewhere dangling from his mouth.

"I think the boss is right. Since we can't avoid it anyway, we might as well take the initiative."

"What do you know?"

Kui Wu stomped his ox hoof on the ground, making the surrounding bones bounce.

"The boss is fishing, luring the pursuers to this godforsaken place to kill them, and then sacrificing the bow at the same time, killing two birds with one stone."

Zhuge Chuchu sat not far from them, her crystal eyes constantly monitoring the movements within a hundred miles.

"coming."

Qin Yu opened his eyes.

"How many people?"

"Nineteen people, the leader is a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and he is carrying a large amount of refining materials. He should be from the Heavenly Craft Pavilion."

Tiangong Pavilion.

Qin Yu searched the name in his mind. It was a weapon-forging institution under the Martial Emperor City, specializing in creating magical treasures and puppet weapons. The people there were all technical experts; they might not be good at fighting, but they were definitely top-notch at making equipment.

"Sending a weapon refiner to hunt down this young master? Have the people of Martial Emperor City lost their minds?"

"Not necessarily. Ouyang Lian, the deputy head of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion, is a renowned combat weapon refiner. His golden armor puppet can withstand a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator head-on."

Zhuge Chuchu's reminder made Qin Yu raise an eyebrow; it was the first time he had ever heard of the concept of a combat weapon refiner.

Eighteen golden rays flew from the horizon and landed at the edge of the barren wasteland.

Those were eighteen golden puppets, each three zhang tall, covered with intricate runes and exuding the aura of the early Nascent Soul stage.

Behind the group of puppets stood a middle-aged man in a white robe, waving a feather fan in his hand, his brows furrowed with arrogance and pride.

Ouyang Lian.

"Blood Fiend, I have long admired your name."

His voice came from a hundred feet away, each word carrying a condescending sense of condescension.

"I heard you stole the Moonfall Bow from the Elf Forest. That's a waste of its potential; I've come to reclaim it." (End of Chapter)