My CEO Bai Fumei’s wife

"No need to give spirit crystals, exchange them for the materials that this young master needs."

Qin Yu took out a list and handed it to the steward. The list was full of auxiliary materials needed to refine soul-type pills.

"These items are all in the guild's warehouse, worth about 30,000. We'll give you the rest in spirit crystals."

"No need, consider the rest as a tip for the Chamber of Commerce."

The manager's legs went weak again. Two thousand spirit crystals as a tip—he had never seen such generosity in his life.

When they left the Heavenly Secrets Chamber of Commerce, the events of today's auction had already spread throughout the streets of the Netherworld Ghost Market. Blood Fiend Qin Yu used Chaos Refined Gold to verify his qualifications, forged weapons on the spot to slap Xiao Jiuxiao in the face, and openly challenged the Netherworld Sect Master. Every piece of news caused the cultivators on the entire street to discuss it.

"Boss, will the Sect Master of the Underworld Sect come looking for trouble?"

Kui Wu's bull-headed creature came over and asked a question, as it had little understanding of the concept of the peak of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm.

"If he comes, we'll deal with him. The Mo slave at my feet is in the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and with the Chaos Refining Furnace, even a late-stage peak Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to defeat him."

When Mo Nu heard its name called, it wagged its tail twice. It had been on the seventh floor for three thousand years and was just looking forward to a chance to stretch its muscles.

Zhuge Chuchu's crystal eyes suddenly flashed, and her gaze turned towards the end of the street.

“We are being followed by three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, whose auras are the same as those of the Netherworld Sect envoys.”

"The people from the Underworld Sect caught up so quickly."

"It wasn't tracking, it was an ambush. They got here before us, as if they knew in advance that we would take this route."

Qin Yu didn't stop walking; he continued forward, seemingly completely unaware that someone was lying in ambush on him.

At a corner at the end of the street, three monks dressed in black robes emerged from the shadows. They all wore masks, the style of which was exactly the same as the insignia of the Underworld Sect.

"Blood Fiend, my sect leader requests your presence."

The leader of the black-robed men spoke, his voice hoarse, exactly like that of the Netherworld Sect envoy from before.

"Please, young master, has your sect leader arrived?"

"The sect leader is currently in seclusion and sent us to invite him."

"Sending three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators to invite me, who does your sect leader think he is?"

These words made the three men in black robes tense up. When they were sent here, they only knew that the target was Blood Fiend, but they did not expect the other party to be so arrogant.

"You'd better be sensible. Not everyone has the right to refuse an invitation from my Underworld Sect."

"I've refused, so what are you going to do about it?"

The three men in black robes exchanged glances, then simultaneously unleashed their magic weapons, three high-grade Earth-rank magic weapons surrounding Qin Yu and his group.

"Since you don't know how to be virtuous, then don't blame us for being rude."

"How rude! This young master would also like to be rude."

Qin Yu lightly stomped his foot on the ground, and Mo Nu's body began to swell, growing from the size of an ordinary black dog to the size of a house.

The three men in black robes froze in their tracks. The pressure from the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator shattered their protective spiritual shields, and their three high-grade Earth-rank magic treasures trembled like toys under this pressure.

“Yuan...Yuan Wolf”

The leader of the black-robed men was trembling. They had heard of the name Yuanlang, the overlord of the seventh level of the Northern Abyss, who was said to have been sealed away for three thousand years.

"My mount, if your Underworld Sect wants to invite me, would you like me to ride it or lead it?"

These words made the three men in black robes go weak in the knees. A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator riding a Divine Wolf—such a combination was unmatched in the entire Northern Region.

"Senior, spare my life! I was blind!"

The three men in black robes immediately knelt down, their address changing from "Your Excellency" to "Senior," their attitude shifting faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Go back and tell your sect leader that I don't have time to see him. If he wants to see me, he can come himself." "Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely deliver the message."

The three men in black robes got up and ran, faster than rabbits. They were still trembling when their figures disappeared at the end of the street.

Qin Yu put away the ink slave and continued walking forward, with Zhuge Chuchu beside him, her glass eyes always on.

"The Sect Master of the Underworld Sect will not let this go easily; his reputation is more important than anything else in the Northern Region."

"What's the point of saving face? All I want right now is to save my wife."

Now that we have the Nine Nether Soul Nourishing Grass and the Netherworld Jade Marrow, the next step is to find a safe place to refine the pills.

"Thirty miles east of the Ghost Market in Youdu, there is an abandoned spiritual vein. The concentration of spiritual energy there is sufficient for alchemy, and its location is remote and not easily discovered."

Qin Yu nodded at Zhuge Chuchu's suggestion. He needed to keep a low profile for a while and wait until Yan Mingyu's soul stabilized before discussing anything else.

Mo Nu carried everyone eastward. At the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, his speed was twice as fast as the Xuanbing Giant Python. Half an hour later, they arrived at the abandoned spiritual vein.

The entrance to the spiritual vein was covered with a thick layer of dust, indicating that no one had been there for a long time. Qin Yu used the Chaos Furnace Fire to clean up the surrounding environment, and then set up a simple alchemy formation in the center of the spiritual vein.

"When combined with the Nine Nether Soul Nourishing Grass and the Netherworld Jade Marrow, along with the fusion ability of the Chaos Furnace Fire, the resulting pill will be at least a top-grade Heaven-rank medicine."

The furnace spirit's voice came from inside the furnace, indicating its confidence in this alchemy process.

The ingredients were placed into the furnace one by one, and the Chaos Furnace Fire began to operate. The essence of the Nine Nether Soul Nourishing Grass and the spirituality of the Netherworld Jade Marrow slowly fused in the furnace fire, and the spiritual energy of the entire spiritual vein was absorbed into the furnace.

Ye Gu stood guard on the outer perimeter. His Chaos·Absolute Sorrow Sword Intent had recovered to 70%. With his early Nascent Soul cultivation combined with the swordsmanship of the seventh-ranked swordsman on the Northern Region Sword Ranking, he could now directly withstand ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

Kui Wu and Zhu Zhen stood guard at the entrance of the spiritual vein, one on each side, while Mo Nu lay on the outermost edge. The pressure from the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators scared away all the demonic beasts within a ten-mile radius.

Halfway through the alchemy process, Zhuge Chuchu's crystal eyes suddenly flashed.

"Someone has arrived, but they are not from the Underworld Sect."

"Who is it?"

"The leader of the Spirit Sword Sect is Xiao Jiuxiao's father, Xiao Tianxing, the sect master of the Spirit Sword Sect, who is at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm and has brought eight elders at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

Qin Yu's hands didn't stop, the furnace fire continued to burn, but he raised an eyebrow.

"Xiao Jiuxiao brought his father here so quickly."

“Not only his father, but also the deputy head of the Myriad Elephants Pavilion and the punishment elder of the Azure Cloud Sect, the three forces have joined forces to cause you trouble.”

With three early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators and over twenty late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, this force was ten times stronger than Zhao Tianheng's from the Tianlan Sect.

"How did they know I was here?"

“Xiao Jiuxiao has a tracking magic item on him. If you take his jade token, it’s the same as being marked by him.”

Qin Yu took out the two jade tokens from his storage ring. There was indeed a faint spiritual light on the back of the jade tokens, which was a unique mark for tracking magical artifacts.

"Interesting. I was just thinking of keeping a low profile for a while, and they came knocking on my door."

"Isn't it good that they've come to my door? Three early-stage Nascent Soul cultivators are perfect for my Mo slaves to practice on."

Mo Nu's tail wagged twice. It had been sealed on the seventh floor for three thousand years, and now it finally had a chance to move around.

"Boss, should we go out and fight?"

Kui Wu's voice came from the entrance; he had already seen more than a dozen streaks of spiritual light flying from afar.

"No need, let them in. I'll deal with them while I refine pills."

These words stunned Kui Wu. He had been following Qin Yu for so long and this was the first time he'd heard of such an arrangement—refining pills while fighting a war. His boss was incredibly audacious. (End of Chapter)