Those who could make it past the first round were great prodigies, real monsters.
One of them was cut down so easily after two moves. Even his ancient witchcraft art couldn’t stop the Firebird Sword.
The bones on the ground belonged to Giants or millennium beasts. Some were broken by the sword energy and had white smoke coming out from within.
Ordinary bones would have been crushed to dust; only bones of Giants were this tough.
Ningshuai didn’t hold back at all and took all of them. They originally belonged to the priests of the Ancient Jiang, so there was an innate witchcraft power in them. Selling them to wisdom masters specialized in witchcraft would yield a handsome sum.
The entire place was shocked at this development.
The prodigies who were closing their eyes to cultivate opened them, revealing a flash that could see through walls to spy on Feiyun.
Long Qingyang sat on the second floor of this palace, very close to Xiyue Lanshan. The two of them were holding hands, seemingly quite intimate. The latter had his tongue cut off by Long Cangyue but a master from his clan had asked the First Disciple of the Grand tutor to reattach it.
Nevertheless, the scar there would forever remind him of the humiliation.
“Feng Ergou’s cultivation tripled in power in just several days.” Lanshan leaned closer towards Qingyang and whispered.
Despite being a historical genius with strong mental fort.i.tude, he couldn’t resist Qingyang’s charm and became a second “guest” after his uncle. He became trapped quickly after having s.e.x with Qingyang just once. He lost control completely since Qingyang was even more seductive than a woman.
Qingyang asked softly, looking quite beautiful with his pearl eyes and long, thin brows: “So who is stronger, you or him?” [1]
Lanshan’s expression became awkward: “My talents is better, surpa.s.sing him is only a matter of time…”
“Then what else is there to say? Why should I follow you if you can’t even beat him?” Qingyang pushed him away and coolly left.
“Qingyang!” Lanshan was shocked like someone dumped by their girlfriend. He chased after Qingyang but the guy waved his sleeve, causing Qingyang to fall and his head on the ground, bloodied.
His eyes were full of despair. Qingyang was disappearing from his sight without any reluctance.
“Whoosh.” Feiyun landed on the second floor and saw the guy crying out of his mind: “A man losing his mind over a woman is called a hopeless romantic; a man disappointed over losing another man is called an idiot.”
Feiyun stopped caring since this guy has been ruined by Long Qingyang. So what if he was a historical genius? Declination was inevitable and he’ll fall into obscurity.
“Boom!” Feiyun’s palm destroyed the three-feet thick wall of the jade and made his entrance into one of the halls.
More than thirty geniuses were drinking. Half of them looked at him while the others kept on drinking, seemingly indifferent.
The place was full of smoke and mists stemming from a lotus pond on the first level, making this hall seem like a scene of the immortals.
The girls hanging on the ceiling were already weak. With their cultivation sealed, they would fall and die just like any mortal woman. The process was excruciating and terrorizing for these courtesans.
A bunch of corpses below had broken bones. Perhaps some didn’t die instantly and suffered in agony for quite some time.
“Animals!” Bi Ningshuai also arrived and saw this sad scene.
He ran with all of his speed to find Feiyun but he was still too late, resulting in this tragic scene.
Feiyun’s expression turned unsightly. A few of these girls have served him before in Supreme Beauty, personally preparing tea and playing music for him. They were mere corpses now.
“Nangong Hongyan is to be blamed for this, she killed my Martial Uncle and stole our defining treasure. If she doesn’t return it, these girls will suffer. This is already the nicest punishment for them.” A man wearing white-jade armor coldly said.
Besides him was a woman adorning the same type of uniform - starry eyes, long hair - as pretty as someone in a painting. She said: “Our Martial Uncle suffered a horrific death. His eyes clawed out, skin flayed, and nails all over his body. She crucified him on a tree and incinerated both to a crisp. When we got there, his skin was fastened to a branch, bloodied and fluttering in the wind. One can’t get over seeing something like that.”
These two were descendants from an ancient sect. This power hasn’t interacted with outsiders for nearly a thousand years now. They used to be comparable to the four great clans.
Long Shenya wanted this sect’s help so he allowed her to come in. Otherwise, she wasn’t qualified to be in this place despite her brilliant cultivation.
