My CEO Bai Fumei’s wife

Zhuge Chuchu tightened her grip on the dagger slightly. The seven-inch purple-gold blade was heavier than any magic weapon she had ever seen. Its chaotic-level weight was not on the physical level, but on the soul level. Such things could be counted on one hand in the entire cultivation world.

"I'm repaying the favor I owe you with this dagger. From now on, you and I are partners, not doing each other a favor."

These words stifled the gratitude that had just welled up in Zhuge Chuchu's heart. As she put the dagger into her sleeve, she realized something: Qin Yu didn't like others owing him favors, but he disliked owing others favors even more. The value of the Glazed Eyes had been bought out by a Chaos-level dagger.

Tie Wuhen knelt at the empty entrance of the treasure vault, watching them leave. Of the 30,000 spirit crystals in the vault, not even a single spirit stone remained.

The giant ice python, carrying everyone, swept across the sky above Iron Mountain City, and Qin Yu's gaze was already turned to the north.

"Zhuge Chuchu, how do I get to the Northern Abyss?"

"Three thousand miles to the north, there is a sea called the Sea of ​​Deathly Silence, which is the only entrance to the Northern Abyss. But there are two problems with that sea."

"explain."

"First, the entire Sea of ​​Deathly Silence is under a no-fly zone. Any flying magical artifacts or demonic beasts that enter will be forcibly pulled into the sea, including the Xuanbing Giant Python."

"And the second one?"

“Seawater can corrode all spiritual energy. If a Nascent Soul cultivator falls in, their spiritual energy will be wiped out in three breaths. Even a Deity Transformation cultivator can only withstand the heat of an incense stick for a short time.”

Kui Wu's bull head emerged from beside the python; he had a natural aversion to water.

"Then how do you usually get through the day?"

"Yuanhai Alliance".

Zhuge Chuchu's answer consisted of only three words, but those three words were as powerful as the heavens around the Northern Abyss.

"In the entire Sea of ​​Death, only the Bone Ferry of the Abyss Alliance remains uncorrupted. All cultivators who wish to go to the Abyss must purchase a ticket from the Abyss Alliance."

"How much is the boat ticket?"

"I won't take spirit stones, I'll take your life."

Zhu Zhen scratched at the python's body with his pig's hoof. He didn't quite understand what "taking its life" meant.

"The rule of the Yuanhai Alliance is that each ship has ten seats, nine of which are free, but the tenth seat must be reserved as collateral for a female cultivator."

Zhuge Chuchu paused for a moment after saying this.

Whether the mortgage can be returned depends on the mood of the Yuanhai Alliance steward; usually, it will not be returned.

Qin Yu placed his hand on the lid of the Chaos Refining Furnace. The information transmitted by the furnace spirit was very direct: the corrosion of the Sea of ​​Death and Silence is essentially a special form of energy that has a destructive effect on ordinary spiritual power, but is ineffective against chaotic power.

"Mysterious Ice, Sea of ​​Death, how long can you hold out?"

The giant python's voice came from the soul link.

“Under normal circumstances, it cannot withstand three breaths, but if the master can use the Chaos Furnace Fire to cover the scales of this body with a protective film, theoretically, it can be immune to corrosion.”

"In theory."

"I haven't tried it. The Sea of ​​Deathly Silence is a forbidden area for ten thousand years. I used to avoid it."

Qin Yu tapped the furnace lid twice, and a wisp of dark golden flame shot out from the dragon head handle of the Chaos Furnace Fire, landing on the python scale. The color of that scale changed from silver-white to purple-gold, emitting a chaotic aura that was the same as that of the divine armor.

"I sensed it, it works."

"Then cover your whole body."

The chaotic furnace fire multiplied from a single wisp to a thousand, each wisp landing precisely on the scales of the Xuanbing Giant Python. The thousand-foot-long python's body slowly changed color from head to tail, taking half an hour to completely cover it. Qin Yu had consumed twenty percent of his chaotic power, but in return, he gained a mount immune to the Sea of ​​Deathly Silence.

When the edge of the Dead Sea came into view, the first thing Qin Yu saw was not the sea, but people.

The dock was crowded with cultivators, at least three or four thousand people, ranging from Foundation Establishment stage to early Nascent Soul stage, and each of them carried the same thing.

humble.

They lined up, bent over, some even lying on the ground, licking the stone slabs of the dock with their tongues. The slabs were engraved with the mark of the Yuanhai Alliance. At the front of the line was a tent, under which sat a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a cultivation level of early Nascent Soul. He had the Yuanhai Alliance deacon's token hanging from his waist, and a roster and a wine pot beside him.

In front of the shed, a pair of rogue cultivators knelt. The male cultivator's right arm was severed at the root, and blood was still flowing. The severed arm lay at his feet; he had just cut it off himself.

"As I said, cutting off one's own arm is only enough to cover the deposit for a boat ticket. If you want to go to sea, you'll have to leave your woman behind."

The black-robed deacon's voice carried far, and everyone on the dock could hear it clearly.

The male cultivator knelt on the ground, trembling all over, while the female cultivator behind him had already stopped crying.

"My lord, she is my Daoist partner, and we have already paid our respects to heaven and earth."

"So what if we've paid our respects to Heaven and Earth? On the territory of the Yuanhai Alliance, I, the steward, am Heaven and Earth."

No one objected. The monks in line kept their heads down, pretending not to hear. A few even whispered among themselves.

"Forget it, leaving a woman is enough to cross the sea, that's already cheap. Last year, a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stage was dissatisfied and was thrown into the Dead Sea. In three breaths, not even a bone was left."

“That’s right. The rules of the Yuanhai Alliance have been in place for thousands of years. Whoever comes, they have to abide by them.”

Qin Yu jumped off the giant ice python, shattering a stone slab at the edge of the dock. The sound of flying pebbles drew the attention of the black-robed deacon.

Those eyes first saw the Chaos-level Divine Armor on Qin Yu, then moved to Zhuge Chuchu, and finally stopped on the Chaos Refining Furnace.

He didn't recognize the stove, but he recognized the value of a woman.

"Another good one."

The black-robed deacon stood up, walked up to Qin Yu, and scanned Zhuge Chuchu twice, looking her up and down like an animal being inspected.

"Not enough tickets, is that it? This woman will stay and serve me in bed. The rest can get on the ship."

No one on the dock was surprised. The stewards of the Yuanhai Alliance always followed the same routine: whoever they took a liking to, they kept. No one had ever resisted.

Among the cultivators at the back of the line, someone turned around and glanced at Qin Yu.

"Brother, bear with it. This is the territory of the Yuanhai Alliance. If you offend the steward, you won't even have a chance to die. Last year, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator dared to talk back, and as a result, his whole family was thrown into the sea."

Another person nearby chimed in.

"Yes, yes, it's not shameful to keep a woman alive. Living is more important than anything else."

Qin Yu didn't look at the people who were speaking. His gaze fell on the black-robed deacon's outstretched hand, with five fingers reaching towards Zhuge Chuchu. It was only half a foot away from touching her sleeve.

Zhuge Chuchu stood still, her right hand resting on the Chaos Dagger hidden in her sleeve, but she knew that she didn't need to take action here.

The black-robed deacon's hand stopped.

It didn't stop on its own; a cow's hoof stepped on his foot, and the sound of bones breaking was even crisper than the sound of him forcing the male cultivator to lose his arm.

Kui Wu's weight, combined with the power of the Kui Niu bloodline, flattened the steward's feet into a pancake.

Just as the black-robed deacon opened his mouth to shout, the Chaos Furnace on Qin Yu's shoulder flew out, its lid facing forward, and gently touched him.

There was no explosion.

There was no spiritual energy shockwave.

There was no blood.

The black-robed deacon vanished from the dock. The moment his body came into contact with the Chaos Furnace Fire, it was broken down into the most basic energy particles, absorbed into the furnace, and turned into a wisp of green smoke that emerged from the dragon head handle.

The entire dock fell silent.

Three or four thousand cultivators were all frozen in place. They needed time to process what they had just witnessed: a Nascent Soul cultivator, a deacon of the Abyss Sea Alliance, had been devoured by a small furnace in full view of everyone. (End of Chapter)