I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

It felt as if an invisible boulder was pressing down on my heart, and my mouth trembled incessantly.

Her mind went blank. Now, her mortal enemy was right in front of her, and she trembled with emotion.

He handed over the five cores from his storage bag: "I hope you won't go back on your word..."

Long Tao raised his eyebrows smugly, a barely perceptible smile appearing on his face: "Of course, I swear on the honor of the Yao Ri Sect, you have absolutely no need to worry about being deceived."

Just as he was about to get his hands on it, a scream came from behind him.

"what!"

It turned out that, in a life-or-death situation, a disciple of the Donglin Sect, unable to bear the pressure, turned his knife against his fellow disciple.

How can the five slots be divided equally among six people?

One stab is all it takes to kill one of them.

The disciple believed he couldn't defeat Long Tao.

It doesn't matter. If you're ambushed and the other side is caught off guard, how could you not kill a fellow disciple who's only slightly stronger than you?

The weakest disciple of the Donglin Sect had a look of madness on his face.

A sharp sword pierced through the chest of his former fellow disciple from behind.

Blood dripped onto the yellowish-brown soil, spreading and seeping deep into the earth.

The injured person was barely breathing and on the verge of death.

He was barely breathing, and his face showed a hint of disbelief.

He imagined all sorts of ways he would die.

I never imagined it would be a sword stabbing me in the back.

"Why……"

"Why? Because you are stronger than me, because I am worthless, so I deserve to die? What did I do wrong? I just wanted to live. The one who is wrong is Longtao!"

He muttered again, "I don't want to die..."

He held the sword in his hand and stabbed repeatedly, saying, "I don't want to die! Because you are my brother, it's the easiest way for me to succeed!"

The disciple who had been stabbed reached out his hand, trying to touch what was behind him.

He struggled, using his last bit of strength: "But I... I was prepared to give the spot to you from the beginning. My parents have always preferred you..."

He gently patted his brother's hand, then a few blisters appeared on the corner of his mouth before he calmed down.

The disciple saw the item in his hand and a barely suppressed smile appeared on his face.

The other party's storage bag.

With this, his future path of cultivation will be much less winding.

"Oh, I see. Then I'll accept it without any guilt. Although the process is different, the result is the same. I don't feel guilty at all."

"Boom!"

The Donglin Sect disciple fantasized about how to escape the sect's punishment upon returning.

If fellow disciples kill each other, the consequences can be severe, leading to the loss of cultivation and expulsion from the sect.

The next second, he no longer needed to think.

A gust of wind from a punch brushed against my face.

Before the sound arrived, the spiritual energy had already arrived. Sand and stones flew everywhere, like a violent storm.

With a powerful punch, the disciple was instantly reduced to a bloody pulp.

"Long Tao, what do you mean by this?"

Jiang Ting was then jolted awake from the shock of the unexpected turn of events.

Long Tao patted his right hand in disgust, as if afraid of getting involved with something unclean: "It's no fun. I can consider letting people go, but not animals."

He looked at Jiang Ting, who was still hesitating, and snatched the core from her hand: "Give it to me!"

Longtao played with the shimmering core in his hand, the sensation like a gentle stream flowing through his palm.

Cool yet comfortable.

This cheered him up a bit: "Say what you want to say, and then get ready to hit the road."

On the road?

Jiang Ting frowned, her teeth clenched in hatred, and Long Tao could hear the grinding of her teeth: "Long Tao? You?! Didn't you swear on the honor of the Sunrise Sect? Is the sect's honor so worthless in your eyes?"

"What do you mean, 'I'? I said from the beginning that I was considering letting you go, not that I would definitely let you go. That guy disgusted me. I suppose all of you in the Donglin Sect are these kinds of scheming and despicable people? You deserve to die, and besides, you're all grown up. Why do you still believe such nonsense? I was just afraid that you would destroy the core of the sword puppet in a fight to the death."

Jiang Ting slowly raised her head and met Long Tao's gaze, her eyes filled with surging killing intent.

Given that she could see a way out, she naturally didn't have the courage to fight Longtao to the death.

But right now, their only way out has been blocked.

Only a desperate fight to the death.

"Let's give it our all!"

As the shout in her heart subsided, the spiritual power within Jiang Ting's body surged forth like a tidal wave, all within moments.

A full body becomes empty.

Sensing that her spiritual energy was about to run out, Jiang Ting moved her mouth slightly and swallowed the Qi-restoring pill that she had previously hidden in her mouth.

Within sight, a red light flashed, under the weight of that powerful punch.

Long Tao's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinholes, and his spiritual essence materialized and was released outwards—something that at least a Po Jun (破军) level expert could possibly unleash.

How could this guy in front of me, who's barely at the late stage of the Transcendent Realm, possibly unleash such a perfect Qi Condensation attack?

She slowly exhaled and turned her head to look at Liu Xiyao, whose body was swaying slightly.

Hopefully, the unknown girl, enhanced by the spiritual liquid, will be able to play a restraining role...

Jiang Ting quickly realized that the punch was just a feint, all show and no substance.

The real purpose is to construct a few words using spiritual energy.

"Save me, and I'll cover all your meals from now on!"

"Heh, who are you writing this for? Don't try to fool me with these childish tricks. Are all the Donglin Sect members this naive? No wonder they've always been at the bottom."

But as he spoke, a sense of unease began to creep into his heart.

Especially when he suddenly noticed that the energy fluctuations in the surrounding world were becoming more and more intense.

This unease immediately showed on his face.

Recalling some of Jiang Ting's strange behavior.

She seemed to glance at the area behind him from time to time throughout the entire process.

He couldn't help but turn around.

The dried-up spirit pool...

His eyes were bloodshot, and an overwhelming rage surged to the top of his head.

"Why is the spirit pool dry?"

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Long Tao's face had an almost crazed ferocity.

It should be noted that the value of a mere five sword puppet cores is far less than one-tenth of the value of this pool of spiritual liquid!

He never expected that he would lose more than he gained by trying to save a small thing, and that he would be caught off guard and fail miserably here.

"Wait until I cut your belly open..."

He stared intently at the girl lying by the pool.

Long Tao has not yet lost his last shred of reason.

Before making a move, they at least tested Liu Xiyao's cultivation level.

I couldn't sense much spiritual energy fluctuation at all.

In other words, the other party can't cause much trouble in my hands.

Moreover, her appearance is indeed outstanding.

Long Tao had a strange thought: "Sign a master-servant contract with me, and I might spare your life!"

This made Long Tao somewhat excited, perhaps his exploration of the secret realm wouldn't be so boring anymore.

He was actually looking forward to seeing Liu Xiyao's desperate and sorrowful appearance.

"Excuse me, are you the Holy Son of the Holy Land?"

Liu Xiyao glanced at the other party warily before refraining from rushing forward.

The Sunrise Sect is a force close to first-class, not to mention the top holy lands that surpass even first-class sects.

The Holy Son of the Holy Land is a monster whose mere mention of his name is enough to make his peers tremble.

"No."

Long Tao smiled, while exuding the aura of the Po Jun aura emanating from him.

The girl's current behavior showed no fear whatsoever, which somewhat displeased him.

"Although I am just a minor disciple of Yao Ri, you can throw away your wishful thinking. Once you're in here, there's no escaping. If you have to blame someone, blame your bad luck."

"Indeed, I also think I have pretty bad luck; I encounter trouble wherever I go."

Liu Xiyao muttered to herself.

However, the next second, Long Tao saw the girl in front of him show a strangely complicated expression: "Not even a Holy Son? Then it's alright."

If it were a truly genius, she might be a little more worried.

Most importantly, Huang Quan's dragon-slaying sword strike instilled fear in her; it was an incomprehensible power.