Food delivery services are available in every world, and the big shots are going crazy for me.

Chapter 82 He Will Die

"I'm so glad you're alright. I was just worried something might happen to you and you'd leave me here." Mo Qianxun's heart, which had been in her throat, immediately settled back down after regaining the system.

[Don't worry, host, I won't abandon you. Let's go back now; the order has been delivered.]

Mo Qianxun looked at the statue behind her: "System, I want to go see Sang Hua. His expression just now was very unpleasant."

[Sigh, host, it's not that I don't want you to go, it's just that he probably doesn't have time to deal with you right now. Those cultivators accidentally wandered into the ancient battlefield and disturbed the souls inside. Now the souls have gone berserk, and only he can suppress them. However, he'll probably have to expend a lot of his cultivation this time.]

Thinking about the situation in the ancient battlefield, 008 didn't really want Mo Qianxun to go there. The ancient battlefield was filled with too much resentment, and if his host, a weakling, went there, he would probably be doomed.

"Is there really no other way? Is there nothing usable in the system shop? He passed on his precious legacy to me, and I want to do something for him as a return gift."

008 paused for a moment. [Host, there's something in the system shop... you might find useful.]

Mo Qianxun's eyes lit up instantly. She had just mentioned it casually, but it turned out there really was one.

【Soul-Nourishing Bead!】

Mo Qianxun's bright eyes instantly dimmed: "Soul-Nourishing Pearl? Is it the kind of Soul-Nourishing Pearl I'm thinking of? A pearl that nourishes the soul?"

【Yes host! 】

Mo Qianxun fell silent, turned around, and stared at the statue for a long time.

"You mean he'll die?"

This was his mission: to use his life's cultivation and life itself to purify the souls of the dead from the ancient battlefield, allowing them to be reincarnated.

"But isn't that too cruel for him?"

This is their karma, something neither you nor I can interfere with, host. If you truly wish to do something for him, the only way is to nourish his soul with the Soul-Nourishing Pearl after his death.

This was his predetermined fate. Heaven had allowed him to meet his host, which could be considered a glimmer of hope for him. However, he absolutely could not stay in this world any longer.

As Mo Qianxun hesitated, the statue in front of her suddenly emitted a white light. Immediately afterward, Mo Qianxun saw more than ten people fall from the white light, including Yuan Jinyue.

"Miss Mo, it's so good that you're alright."

Yuan Jinyue, who was somewhat disheveled, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Mo Qianxun standing unharmed in the main hall.

She was afraid that someone would come and bring her food, and she would lose her life.

"Miss Yuan, what's going on here...?"

The entire hall began to shake violently, and cracks started to appear in some places.

"Oh no, this secret realm is about to collapse! We have to get out of here quickly!" Yuan Jinyue grabbed Mo Qianxun and ran towards the gate.

Just then, the main gate was closed—yes, it was closed. It was clear they didn't want these people to leave the main hall.

"008, what's going on?" Mo Qianxun looked at the statue in confusion.

Before 008 could speak, the statue in the hall emitted another beam of white light, and then Sang Hua's figure appeared before everyone. "Hand over what you took from the ancient battlefield, or none of you will leave here." Sang Hua's face was extremely gloomy, and the killing intent in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Mo Qianxun tilted her head in confusion and looked at Yuan Jinyue: "Miss Yuan, what did you take?"

Yuan Jinyue took out a sword from her Qiankun bag: "I'll take this sword."

Sang Hua glanced at the sword in Yuan Jinyue's hand, then looked at the others. Clearly, this sword was not the one he was looking for.

“Miss Yuan, please put it away. This is not what he is looking for. You can take it with you.”

Yuan Jinyue nodded and sheathed her sword. Suddenly remembering something, she looked at Sang Hua and asked, "My lord, what are you looking for?"

"What I am looking for is a red gemstone."

A red gem? Mo Qianxun's lips twitched twice. Could it be a secret realm stone?
“A red gem?” Yuan Jinyue lowered her head and thought for a moment, then looked at one of the men in gray robes and said, “Fellow Daoist Canglan, didn’t you find a red gem?”

The man named by Yuan Jinyue immediately became nervous: "Elder Xuanyue, don't talk nonsense. I didn't find any red gems. You must be mistaken."

"Not handing over?" Sang Hua had no interest in watching their back-and-forth. He stretched out a hand, grabbed the man's neck out of thin air, and lifted him up.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. As long as I kill you and erase your divine consciousness on the Qiankun Bag, it will be clear whether there is what I want inside."

"Cough cough, no, no, I, I'll take it out, I'll give it back to you." The man clearly didn't want to die. He reached into his Qiankun bag with difficulty and took out a red gem.

Sang Hua breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the gem, and extended his other hand, which automatically flew into his palm.

"Thankfully, he's alright." Releasing him, Sang Hua put away the gem and looked at the others: "Get out of my secret realm."

The gate slowly opened, and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Great, they were finally going to get out.

Everyone else had taken something from the ancient battlefield, some bracelets, some swords. Only the man who took the ruby, whose attention was entirely focused on the ruby, had taken other things as well. Now, he was the only one who returned empty-handed.

Before leaving, Mo Qianxun glanced back at Sang Hua and saw that Sang Hua, who had just looked like he was about to kill someone, was now smiling at her.

After leaving the secret realm, Mo Qianxun looked at Yuan Jinyue beside her and said, "Miss Yuan, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

"Wait a minute." Yuan Jinyue took out a bracelet from her Qiankun bag: "Here, take this. I forgot to tell him earlier. I also found this in the ancient battlefield. It should be a magic weapon of a female immortal. It is a defensive magic weapon. Although it is damaged, it can still help you withstand two attacks from the Nascent Soul level."

Mo Qianxun looked at the bracelet: "This isn't quite right, after all, you risked your life to find it on the ancient battlefield."

“It’s alright, I’m a Nascent Soul cultivator, this thing is useless to me, it’s perfect for you.” Yuan Jinyue said, and was about to put it on Mo Qianxun’s hand.

"Master, so you've been here all along." A young woman's voice rang out.

Mo Qianxun saw that Yuan Jinyue's expression suddenly turned very ugly and somewhat gloomy, which showed that she probably didn't like this disciple very much.

"Who sent you?" Yuan Jinyue asked coldly, looking at the two men and one woman who approached.

(End of this chapter)