Returning to Niu City for Investigation

"However, this humble Taoist is not fond of killing. Count yourself lucky."

With that, the master of the monastery drifted away gracefully, leaving behind a petrified Shen Xin and Tang Ziran.

The fatty canceled this morning's operational meeting, sat in the living room scrolling through the news, and gazed at the headlines from everywhere. Sharing his actions were Emily and Jingjing.

Especially the pitch-black, specially crafted stinky tofu right in the center, which was stared at intently by everyone with gazes full of longing.

"Don't get excited, there's one for you." Xiang Yu chuckled lightly, and a bead of blood materialized in front of Tianman.

On the other side, after taking a short rest at his residence, Tang Yi headed to the Gourmet Palace of the Zijin Kingdom to enjoy some fine food.

Inside the command hall stood five rows of console stations, with at least twenty people busy at work on each row.

However, it was not as if every Spirit-tier cultivator could possess a Young Master Token. Firstly, the number of Young Master Tokens was actually quite limited, or one might even say exceedingly rare. Secondly, although Spirit-tier beings were taboo existences, every continent invariably had a few of them. Yet, as the supreme treasure of this world, the Young Master Token likely could not possibly exist in large numbers overall.

He believed that if he were to exchange this section of the dragon tendon with Marshal Tianpeng or Wu Gang, he would certainly receive generous rewards.

At this moment, trapped within the wind domain formed by Tang Yi's martial arts, Mo Long was having a thoroughly miserable time. Raging gales swept violently across the space, making his entire body feel as though it were being flayed by countless blades, stinging with intense pain.

The Martial Emperor of the Broken Blade moved his hands swiftly through spiritual seal gestures, continuously launching white palm imprints that slammed into the flesh and blood dust scattered across mid-air.

"Haha, Old Bai, since that's the case, I'll go find a spot to hide and watch the battle first. You guys do your best." Having said that, Tian Mo made an encouraging gesture.

The scenery before his eyes suddenly shifted. A towering and solemn grand hall stood before Lin Yi, and he heard countless childish voices shouting the name of the Qin Feng Sect in unison.

Dozens of elders remained completely silent, wrapped in an atmosphere of utter hush that enveloped the entire conference hall.

"Right, there's something I'd like to ask. It's about the two superior blazing Qilins separated from the bloodline powers of the Light and Dark Continents. I want to know why those Divine-tier powerhouses didn't kill them back then, but instead chose to separate them?" Xiao Kuang suddenly recalled a lingering mystery in his heart and asked.

A graceful figure seemed to drop from the sky beside him, and a delicate fragrance instantly permeated the tip of his nose.

"Cut the crap, you'd better make your move yourself, or else I'll kill every single subordinate you send," Yang Xuan said coldly.

Far away at the edge of the horizon, the Star-Plucking Elder witnessed this scene, and the mouthful of tea he had just swallowed nearly caused him to choke and spew it out.

Yang Xuan waved his backhand, unleashing an invisible force that propelled Duan De and Fairy Jialan—who were closest to him—far away, while he and the Nine-Day Winged Dragon bore this Immortal King's might head-on.

"Thank you for the Myriad Demon Grass; it saved my mother's life. Don't forget our four-year pact." Qian Mo walked up to Ling Yu, speaking in an intensely cold tone.

After a dozen minutes, I returned, and the "autopsy" resumed. Then came the animal skin and symbols we discovered inside the victim's body... But all of this turned out to be an illusion. It was as if we were all performing pantomimes without any props, making the scene look both eerie and absurd.

"Tenth-level Soul-Breaking Technique!" At this point, the soul-breaking technique had transformed into a red beam of light possessing immense power. When it was unleashed, the malevolent infant still managed to erect a line of defense, but this time, the tenth-level soul-breaking technique pierced straight through it.

Fortunately, dawn had not yet broken, and this location was far away from the city center; otherwise, there was no telling what kind of commotion it would have caused once again.