A Body Cultivator possessing two kinds of Divine Techniques?

And even possessing a nearly legendary Dragon Blood Stone?

The Grand Monk even said that he has some strange pills, after eating them, he himself felt out of sorts.

Indeed out of sorts, Zhao Yulin has never seen such a cooperative Evil Cultivator, and that one with a terribly hard mouth, that's peculiar too.

Such a cultivator came to Zhanzhou Prefecture, flaunting a Dragon Blood Stone.

Damn, it's as if he's courting death!

Never mind others, even I have the thought of forcibly taking it, and if word gets out, who knows how many people would swarm here.

The entire Zhanzhou Prefecture could turn upside down.

Just imagining a scene with a group of Divine Gaze Realm cultivators gathering in Zhanzhou City sends chills down my spine.

To take it or not to take it?

Once the thought arose in Zhao Yulin's mind, it lingered.

The key is, he needs it too! He is also a cultivator of Great Perfection in the Divine Gaze Realm, the allure of the Dragon Blood Stone is no less to him than anyone else.

Moreover, he seems to have an advantage over others, the person is in his territory, he is a Guardian of a prefecture, he has the strength of a prefecture, unlike a guardian from the sect, alone and helpless.

He can fully muster the strength of the prefecture to deal with Han Yu.

But if he does that, his path in the Imperial Court could reach its end.

Han Yu can handle two Great Perfection Divine Gaze cultivators alone, his own strength must be extremely strong, truly mobilizing the prefecture's strength, the other side can still use the Earth Escape Technique to leave freely.

He is even more afraid that ultimately, the stone won't mix well, and Zhanzhou Prefecture will be turned upside down first.

The Imperial Court would be the first to not let him go!

Zhao Yulin suddenly realized, cold sweat soaking his back.

"Damn it, I'm really considering the feasibility of this thing."

Look at how this affair pushes people, even he has thoughts, let alone those two Evil Cultivators.

"Absolutely can't let that guy stay in Zhanzhou Prefecture, wherever he wants to go, let him go."

As long as this guy stays here, trouble will eventually arise, no, someone has to take the blame.

After thinking about this, Zhao Yulin hurriedly entered the inner courtyard, and soon, he actually took out an Iron Bird, specially designed black all around, with the words "Guardian Bureau" engraved on its belly.

Zhao Yulin clumsily inserted a small Spirit Stone, and the Iron Bird immediately soared into the sky.

——

"Yankong, slap yourself non-stop."

Yan Bing was just "served" by a group of cultivators, his whole body covered with bloodstains.

The whip was clearly a specially made Magical Artifact, it wouldn't break the skin but could drive True Essence into the bones, causing excruciating pain.

He could feel the True Essence from each whip infiltrating his flesh and bones, yet he felt no pain at all.

Now he finally confirmed that his sense of pain was truly stripped away.

Given this, Yan Bing was even less likely to be compliantly interrogated, instead, he looked contemptuously at the cultivators whipping him.

Damned things, if I get a chance to escape, I will make you all suffer dearly.

Seeing his gaze, the whippers only became more enthusiastic.

But what Yan Bing didn't expect was that while he held on, Yankong, the damned bald donkey, confessed everything.

So now, he was still hanging on the torture rack, while that damned bald donkey was relaxing in the cell.

Infuriated, memories of Yankong's strange behaviors flashed through his mind, he attempted to speak.

Through the iron bars not far away, he could see the figure curled in the corner slowly getting up after he spoke, then closed his eyes and raised his only movable hand, and slapped his own face hard.

Slap!

Yankong instantly awakened, the continuous disasters left him injured inside and out, and he only wanted a good sleep.

Unexpectedly, even in his sleep, someone managed to hit him.

Damn it, this is infuriating!

He angrily opened his eyes and froze, dumbly looking at his own hand, which involuntarily rose again and slapped him hard once more.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Hahaha!"

On the other side, Yan Bing laughed out loud with relief, that damned bald donkey must have fallen into that guy's trap, otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a state.

Hearing the laughter, Yankong immediately understood, while slapping himself, he frantically cursed at Yan Bing.

"Bastard, you're up to no good."

Outside the cell, a group of cultivators heard the commotion and rushed in, only to see Yan Bing laughing neurotically on the torture rack, and a bald head acting like it had mental issues, hitting himself for fun.

"Move along, move along, this is probably part of their Evil Path amusement, a part about hitting oneself, as long as no one dies, let them play."

Seeing nothing serious, the cultivators joked and left one after another.

"Make me stop quickly."

Yankong tried several times to control himself, but couldn't, it was as if his hand didn't belong to him.

Amidst Yan Bing's laughter, he gradually showed a cold demeanor, suddenly changing his tone.

"Yankong, kill yourself!"

The Grand Monk's expression immediately changed, and he scolded harshly.

"Bastard, you want me dead."

He cowered into the corner, holding his hand tightly to prevent himself from really ending his own life.

After a while, he noticed no movement, Yankong let out a long breath of relief, at least he didn't follow everything he heard.

Yan Bing frowned, unwilling, and tried several more times, but to no avail, only receiving a disdainful sneer from Yankong.

"Yankong, smash the egg with one hand."

Damn!

"If I ever get out, I swear I'll kill you."

Yankong shivered all over, nearly scared out of his wits, and said sternly.

Fortunately, he didn't follow the order, and his eggs remained intact.

Yan Bing, feeling a bit despondent, spoke helplessly.

"Then just keep slapping yourself!"

Damn!

As soon as the words fell, Yankong's hand moved again.

In the cell, the sound of slaps grew louder and louder.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

——

Liu Yaoyao felt silent slaps landing on her face, resounding with a crack.

Why did nothing ever go as planned?

She tried to bring in outside help and ended up attracting hunters and becoming a hound herself.

She wanted to play the mantis stalks the cicada role, but even the fool like the Flower Monk thought the same.

She later thought of monitoring closely, but Yan Bing and Yankong "moved in" next door, making them afraid to make a sound at night.

Now that Yan Bing and Han Yu were clashing, she thought she could take advantage... Just now, the cultivators of the Guardian Mansion in Zhanzhou pressed them from outside the door...

To hell with planning! It's all messed up, and nothing followed her plan.

The Flower Monk wore a look of sympathy on his face; he saw Yankong's miserable state clearly, and if he stayed, he feared he'd be next.

Even if the Dragon Blood Stone is good, it's not more precious than his life.

"Maybe, I'll leave first. I've been out for too long, and the junior cultivators within a hundred miles of Flower Burial Valley must be thinking of me."

The Flower Monk sighed despondently.

Liu Yaoyao thought the same; with Yan Bing and Yankong already down, it seemed out of their league to scheme for this. Fortunately, they could return to the Hehuan Sect.

With Yan Bing down here, naturally, no one would bother her back home, which was the only thing worth being happy about.

Two miles outside the city in a small grove. Wang Xiao'Er leaned against a tree, pausing to rest, looking back to make sure he was far enough from the city.

No one would be here, no cultivators either. As the gentleman had said, keeping away from people, away from cultivators, would prevent his disaster from worsening.

If there was another earthquake or meteor shower, he might not be lucky enough to survive again.

Crack!

Suddenly, a breaking sound rang out, startling Wang Xiao'Er. He looked up to see a section of a tree trunk, as thick as an arm, breaking halfway. He quickly stepped back, only to trip and lose his balance, falling face-first.

Unluckily, a sharp stone on the ground was right where his forehead was heading. If he fell squarely, he might lose his life on the spot.

Thanks to years of cultivated reflexes, he reacted quickly, using his hands to brace his head as he fell.

Thud! The stone pierced into his wrist, twisting his face in pain.

He dared not delay and, enduring the pain, quickly got up.

A new disaster was beginning; he absolutely couldn't stay in the grove as there were too many lethal things here.

With this in mind, he started jogging away. Not long after, he tripped again, launching himself forward.

This time he fell into a bush, and just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his head struck something hard with a solid thud.

Once he got up and parted the bushes, he was dumbfounded to find something that resembled a small boat hidden underneath.

And at that moment, a voice came from behind.

"Yan Bing treasures this Flying Shuttle; it must be extremely valuable. Let's sell it and split the money, that'll offer some comfort."

The Flower Monk said to Liu Yaoyao as he walked.

Originally, Liu Yaoyao wouldn't have wanted anything to do with the Flying Shuttle, but the Flower Monk's bad idea swayed her.

Since they left with nothing, why not take advantage where they could?

As they landed and approached, they saw someone had beaten them there.

It's him?

When Wang Xiao'Er was in and out of the inn looking for Han Yu, they had seen him. Yan Bing and Yankong even sought him out specifically.

But the city was too conspicuous, so they didn't dare follow.

Unexpectedly, they ran into him here, and the Flower Monk immediately sneered.

"Don't make things more complicated, let's go."

Since they didn't want the stone anymore, Liu Yaoyao lost interest in Wang Xiao'Er, urging repeatedly.

Yet the Flower Monk refused, sneering repeatedly.

"This kid probably knows that guy; I can vent my anger on him."

Wang Xiao'Er's face turned pale as he backed away continuously.

"Don't come any closer."

"And what if I do?"

The Flower Monk sneered.

"You'll trigger a disaster!"

Just as Wang Xiao'Er's words fell, it was as if they foretold what he said.

The ground shook as trees toppled, and several nearby ones aimed straight at their heads...

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