My CEO Bai Fumei’s wife

"Chaos-level, this is what I refined with the Chaos Furnace Fire. Your Heavenly Craft Pavilion's products are nothing but raw materials in front of it, and your Abyss Sea Alliance's attacks are nothing but supplements in front of it."

Mu Yuanhan's knees were on the ground. His cultivation level had dropped from the peak of the half-step Nascent Soul stage to the mid-stage of the half-step Nascent Soul stage, and it was still falling. The essence of Netherfire was part of his foundation, and after it was extracted, his foundation began to loosen.

"Give me back my Netherfire."

"Why should I return it to you? You just wanted my Nascent Soul, and now I want your Netherfire. It's fair."

Qin Yu walked up to Mu Yuanhan, looked down at the old man who had been threatening him from a high position just a quarter of an hour ago, and was now kneeling at his feet, unable to even stand up.

"Your son died in the arena; it was his own fault. Three years ago, he crippled Ye Gu's arm and treated him like a fighting slave. It's only right that Ye Gu reclaims his dignity today."

“But you set up the Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation and used the lives of three thousand people to kill me. That’s not your son’s business, it’s your business.”

The Chaos Furnace floated on Qin Yu's shoulder, and the furnace spirit's voice echoed in the valley.

“Master, there is still a wisp of Netherfire essence in this old man’s body. Should we collect it as well?”

"If you take him, he'll die."

"Wouldn't it be better if you were dead? He was just about to feed you to all the ghosts."

Qin Yu did not answer immediately. His gaze swept over Mu Yuanhan, then over the twelve Nascent Soul elders kneeling on the ground, and finally landed on the three thousand assassins who were not quite dead at the entrance of the valley.

Ye Gu stood next to Qin Yu. At the joint of his severed arm, there was still a remnant of the seal of the Northern Underworld Altar. Three years ago, when he was captured and brought to Yuan City, it was Mu Yuanhan who personally gave the order.

"Boss, let me have this."

Ye Gu's voice made Mu Yuanhan look up. He saw the young man whose left arm he had crippled standing next to Qin Yu, holding a purple-gold sword that exuded a chaotic aura.

"Ye Gu, how dare you?"

"Whether I dare to do it or not is not important; what matters is whether the boss will allow me to take action."

Qin Yu glanced at Ye Gu. There was no hatred in the young man's eyes, only a calm that had been suppressed for three years and was finally released.

"Before we take action, I have a question for him."

Qin Yu squatted down, bringing his eyes level with Mu Yuanhan's.

"The key to the altar on the seventh level of the Northern Abyss is at the joint of Ye Gu's severed arm. But opening the altar requires more than just the key; it also requires a guide. You have been mining Netherfire Ore on the seventh level for three hundred years, so you must know the way to the altar."

Mu Yuanhan's lips twitched; his three-hundred-year-old secret had been exposed by Qin Yu in a single sentence.

"You want to go to the seventh altar."

"My wife is over there, and I'm going to take her home."

Do you know what's sealed inside the altar?

"A fragment of the reincarnated soul, one of the three souls and seven spirits."

Mu Yuanhan's breath hitched. He had lived for eight hundred years, and no one had ever spoken of the three words "reincarnation soul body" so casually in front of him.

"You are the Daoist partner of that reincarnated soul."

"I am her husband."

These four words caused Mu Yuanhan's expression to change several times. He knew all too well what a Daoist partner of a Reincarnation Soul Body meant. There were too many forces in the entire cultivation world eyeing the Reincarnation Soul Body. Anyone who could protect the position of Daoist partner of a Reincarnation Soul Body was definitely not as simple as they appeared on the surface.

"I can take you to the seventh altar, but you must promise not to kill me."

"You have no right to negotiate with me."

Qin Yu stood up, pointing the lid of the Chaos Refining Furnace at Mu Yuanhan's crown. "I'll give you two choices. First, tell me the whole way to the altar, and I'll spare your life."

"Secondly, I will drain the last wisp of Netherfire essence from your body, and then find your own way from the fragments of your soul."

Mu Yuanhan's throat bobbed. His first choice was to live but lose everything, and his second choice was to die completely, leaving not even ashes behind.

"I choose the first one."

"Very well, go ahead and speak."

Mu Yuanhan took out a black jade slip from his storage ring. The jade slip contained the entire route from the Sea of ​​Death to the seventh level of the Northern Abyss, including the dangerous areas and safe passages on each level.

"This is the path I have explored over three hundred years, and no one else knows it but me."

Qin Yu put the jade slip into his storage ring, then looked at Ye Gu.

"The rest is up to you."

Ye Gu unsheathed Chaos·Absolute Grief, the sword light flashing past Mu Yuanhan's eyes, but instead of striking his vitals, it severed his legs.

"Three years ago you crippled my left arm, today I cripple your legs. It's fair."

Mu Yuanhan's screams echoed through the valley. The twelve Nascent Soul elders tried to rush up, but Kui Wu's bull head and Zhu Zhen's pig trotters blocked their way.

“If you take one more step, you will end up like him.”

The elders stopped. They watched as their leader lay on the ground, blood gushing from the severed ends of his legs, and no one dared to move.

Qin Yu looted all the valuables from Mu Yuanhan's storage ring, including the remaining Netherfire ore and the spirit crystals he had accumulated over three hundred years.

"From today onwards, the Yuanhai Alliance will be under a different leadership. Whoever wants to be the leader can compete for it themselves. I, this young master, will not concern myself with your internal affairs."

The twelve Nascent Soul elders exchanged glances, their eyes already filled with calculation. Mu Yuanhan was crippled, and the Netherfire was gone. The position of leader of the Abyss Sea Alliance was now vacant, and what followed was time for them to fight amongst themselves.

Qin Yu led everyone out of the valley. The Xuanbing Giant Python's body was already waiting outside the valley. Its Chaos Protective Membrane and Bone Energy Base Light allowed it to move freely even at the edge of the Sea of ​​Deathly Silence.

"Boss, where to next?"

When Kui Wu jumped onto the python's body, he asked a question.

"The seventh level of the Northern Abyss, this young master is going to pick up his wife."

The giant ice python soared into the air and rushed into the sky above the Sea of ​​Death. The corrosive aura on the sea surface was completely isolated by the double-layered protection, and the thousand-foot-long python body moved freely in the no-fly zone.

Zhuge Chuchu's Glass Eyes remained open, and she had memorized the entire route in the jade slip given to her by Mu Yuanhan. From the Sea of ​​Deathly Silence to the seventh altar, she had to pass through six barriers, each with its own unique dangers.

"The first layer is the Netherworld Waters, where the seawater contains the remains of ancient monsters. The resentment within these remains will attack any living creature."

"My extreme cold aura can suppress resentment, so the first level is not a problem."

The voice of the Xuanbing Giant Python came from the soul link. Its confidence was not without reason. The twelve zodiac-level demon beasts were not easy targets in front of the remains of ancient demon beasts.

The python burrowed into the surface of the Dead Sea. The corrosive seawater was repelled by the chaotic protective membrane, and the giant python moved swiftly forward on the dark seabed. From time to time, huge skeletons floated by in the surrounding darkness.

"The second layer is a forest of skeletons. Those skeletons move on their own, and if you touch them, you will be pulled into the gaps between the bones and crushed."

As soon as Zhuge Chuchu finished speaking, a skeleton even larger than the Xuanbing Giant Python pressed down on them. The skeleton was shaped like an ancient giant whale, with two ghostly blue flames burning in its eye sockets.

The giant ice python didn't dodge. It opened its mouth and spewed out an extremely cold dragon breath. The breath froze the skeleton the moment it touched it, turning it into an iceberg. Then, the python's body passed through a crevice in the iceberg. (End of Chapter)