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Zhao Tianheng's voice echoed throughout the entire exit area, and thirty Nascent Soul stage law enforcement officers simultaneously unleashed their magical weapons, surrounding Qin Yu and his group.

"Confiscate the demonic artifact and cripple my cultivation."

Qin Yu repeated the sentence, his tone as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"I am the Punishment Elder of the Tianlan Sect, representing the righteous path of the Northern Region to enforce the law. If you know what's good for you, kneel down and submit to my bondage, and I may leave you with a whole corpse."

"I've heard the saying 'leave a whole corpse' countless times. The people who say that are already overgrown with weeds."

Zhao Tianheng frowned. In his six hundred years of life, he had never seen such an ungrateful Nascent Soul cultivator, who dared to talk back even when surrounded by Deity Transformation cultivators.

“Stubborn to the end, since that’s the case, I’ll take your demonic weapon first.”

He pointed his finger at the Chaos Refining Furnace, and a golden chain of spiritual energy shot out from his fingertip. At the end of the chain was the seal of the Heavenly Lan Sect's treasured artifact, the "Demon-Binding Rope."

The Demon-Binding Rope can lock the spirituality of any magical artifact, and the locked artifact will automatically break free from its master's control.

The moment the chains touched the Chaos Furnace, the furnace lid opened.

Zhao Tianheng thought the furnace was about to be confiscated, and a smug smile appeared on his face, but the smile froze on his face the next moment.

The chains failed to lock the furnace; instead, they were sucked inside.

The magic seal of the Demon-Binding Rope transformed into nourishment the moment it came into contact with the Chaos Furnace Fire. The golden spiritual power was fused with the dark golden flames in the furnace. The furnace burped and exhaled a wisp of golden smoke from the dragon head handle.

"Your chains are a Heaven-rank magic weapon, while my furnace is a Chaos-rank one. Heaven-rank versus Chaos-rank, who do you think will win?"

Zhao Tianheng's hands were trembling. The Demon-Binding Rope was his most treasured possession, and it had taken him two hundred years to cultivate the magic seal to such a pure state, only to be devoured in one bite by Qin Yu's furnace.

"Your furnace is at the Chaos level."

"Otherwise, what do you think the treasure of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion is?"

These words caused Zhao Tianheng's expression to change several times. Chaos-level magic treasures were legendary items in the entire cultivation world, and he, a mere early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, was no match for them.

"You think you can run rampant just because you have a Chaos-level magic weapon? Although I can't do anything to your furnace, I can call for help."

"Go ahead and yell, I'm waiting."

Qin Yu slapped the black dog at his feet, and the dog's body began to swell at that moment.

The moment Zhao Tianheng saw the black dog grow larger, a bad premonition welled up in his heart. That aura was too familiar; it was the deathly aura unique to the abyss.

"Abyss Wolf".

The old woman's voice came from behind her, and she followed her out, standing at the exit looking at the scene before her.

"Elder Zhao, that dog is an Abyss Wolf from the seventh level of the Abyss, a Netherworld Beast at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Blood Fiend subdued it."

Zhao Tianheng's legs went weak. A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was a dimensional reduction attack against an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Moreover, the Abyss Wolf was a Netherworld Beast, and its death energy suppressed spiritual power. Even if his cultivation level was higher, he still couldn't defeat it.

"You dare to tame a Netherworld Beast as a mount? This is an act of demonic conduct."

"What's wrong with demonic behavior? Didn't you want to confiscate my demonic artifacts? Come on, take them."

Mo Nu's body had returned to its original size, its mountain-like form blocking out all the light in the exit area. Its mid-stage Nascent Soul power directly shattered the protective spirit shields of the thirty law enforcement officers.

Those thirty people knelt down, not voluntarily, but because their legs couldn't hold on any longer.

Zhao Tianheng's white robe was torn to shreds by the oppressive force, revealing the soft armor underneath. The armor was covered with defensive runes, but under the pressure of Yuanlang, the edges curled up like paper.

"I have a question for you: what do you mean by purifying the fragments of the reincarnated soul?"

Mo Nu's voice came from the giant wolf head; it had heard Zhao Tianheng's words when it had just transformed back into its original form.

"Purification is purification. The fragments of the reincarnated soul are tainted by demonic energy and need to be cleansed by the spiritual power of the righteous path."

"And then what?"

"Naturally, it is sealed in the Tianlan Sect's treasury to prevent it from falling into the hands of the demonic path."

Mo Nu's lips curled into a grin, revealing two rows of fangs thicker than a human leg. "I saw your righteous path's tricks three thousand years ago. Purification is a pretense, soul refining is the real purpose. Fragments of the reincarnated soul can be used to refine pills and raise one's cultivation by three minor realms. Do you think I don't know that?"

Zhao Tianheng's face paled slightly. The Tianlan Sect did indeed have a tradition of soul refining, but it claimed to be purification.

"Nonsense! Tianlan Sect is the leader of the righteous path, how could they possibly refine souls?"

"The leader of the righteous path, then this young master will see what color your Nascent Soul is after it is refined."

Qin Yu pointed at Zhao Tianheng, and Mo Nu's giant claw slammed down from the sky, burying Zhao Tianheng's body into the ground, leaving only his head sticking out.

The Chaos Furnace flew to the top of Zhao Tianheng's head, the lid opened, and a wisp of Chaos Furnace Fire drilled into his crown chakra.

Zhao Tianheng's screams echoed in the exit area. The furnace fire did not kill him but instead drained his cultivation. His early Nascent Soul stage cultivation was leaking out like water.

"I won't kill you, I'll just cripple you."

The furnace fire fused all the magical treasures, pills, and spiritual power within Zhao Tianheng's body. Six hundred years of accumulation vanished within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, leaving behind only a shell with cultivation at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The old woman knelt down, and the sound of her knees hitting the ground was louder than the combined sound of the thirty law enforcement officers.

"Blood Demon, spare my life! I was blind and ignorant. I will never dare to do it again."

Qin Yu ignored her, ransacked Zhao Tianheng's storage ring, and then jumped onto Mo Nu's back.

"Let's go to the Ghost Market in Youdu."

Mo Nu's body shrank again, transforming into a flying black dog that carried everyone towards the direction of the Ghost Market in Youdu.

The Ghost City of Youdu is located deep within the most prosperous Yinling Mountains in the Northern Region. The entire city is built beneath an inverted mountain peak, which blocks out the sunlight, keeping the city perpetually shrouded in darkness.

When Qin Yu landed, he concealed all his aura, hiding his Purple Sun Divine Armor beneath his skin, making him look like a rogue cultivator wearing ordinary robes.

Mo Nu shrank to the size of an ordinary black dog and lay down at his feet.

"Boss, the rule here is that money matters, not people."

Zhuge Chuchu's voice rang out in the soul link.

"The entrance fee to the core auction hall is 50,000 spirit crystals or a Heavenly Ranking power token. How do you want to get in?"

"I just robbed the Heavenly Craft Pavilion and the Abyss Sea Alliance, do you think I'm afraid of not having money?"

The main gate of the auction house was extremely grand, with two pillars cast from black iron supporting a gate tower three zhang high, on which the four characters "Tianji Chamber of Commerce" were engraved.

Two rows of guards in black armor stood at the entrance. Their cultivation levels ranged from the late Golden Core stage to the early Nascent Soul stage. The leader was a middle-aged steward in a gray robe, with a mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivation.

Qin Yu was stopped by the manager when he reached the door.

"Entry verification for the core arena requires 50,000 spirit crystals or a Heavenly Ranking power token. Do you have any?"

"Have."

"Bring it out for testing."

Qin Yu reached into his storage ring, but before he could take anything out, a burst of laughter came from behind him.

"Where did this poor, rogue cultivator come from, wanting to enter the core area and broaden his horizons?"

The voice belonged to a young man in a brocade robe, with three jade pendants hanging from his waist. Each pendant was engraved with the mark of a different sect, and he was accompanied by two heavily made-up female cultivators.

The manager's attitude immediately changed, and he bowed to the young man.

"Young Master Xiao, please come in."

"Wait a minute, let me see what this poor wretch can pull out first."

The young man in the brocade robe was named Xiao Jiuxiao. He was the young master of the Spirit Sword Sect, with a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation level, and one of the most arrogant playboys in the entire Northern Region.

"I heard there's a Nine Nether Soul Nourishing Grass being auctioned in the core area today. I'm determined to get it. If anyone dares to compete with me, I won't hesitate to teach them a lesson about the rules of the Spirit Sword Sect." (End of Chapter)