Chapter Fifty-Six: The Supreme Spirit Technique Unleashed
“How could he not be dead?”
“At the time, we clearly heard his scream, and that Dragon-patterned Leopard turned and charged at us… If he’s still alive, it doesn’t make sense!” The Giant Lobster analyzed calmly.
Europh glanced at the Giant Lobster—so even demons who had awakened their intelligence and taken human form could be foolish.
He explained patiently, “If he had died, there would have been some trace left behind in such a short time. I suspect he possesses a treasure that allows instantaneous movement and escaped in a flash. Also, we’ve inspected the area where Song Yue fought the Dragon-patterned Leopard; a significant amount of earth there was excavated artificially…”
The Giant Lobster, a seasoned demon, was no less intelligent than a human and immediately grasped the meaning behind Europh’s glance, feeling a bit displeased. “Firstly, it’s possible that this secret realm, which opens only once every century, contains its own inhabitants. Secondly, that Dragon-patterned Leopard is massive; swallowing a mere human would be effortless.”
If there are secret realm natives, then the missing corpses of the Beihai demon clan might have been taken away by them.
There are plenty of people in the outside world who have never tasted seafood, let alone in a secret realm where there is no sea. Spotting seafood—especially premium seafood—would be irresistible.
Though the Giant Lobster disliked the analogy, from the perspective of humans and other demon clans, it wasn’t unreasonable to regard them as seafood.
He, for his part, saw humans as fresh meat; while he himself didn’t eat people, many sea demons had devoured humans.
This was already a relatively deep region of the secret realm; encountering realm natives was not improbable.
In short, he was unwilling to believe that Song Yue, that little martial artist, was still alive.
Their pursuit of Song Yue wasn’t truly due to the Orca Elder’s furious outburst upon returning.
It was because the Zhang family paid them!
And paid an exorbitant sum, all at once!
The money had already entered his secret account in the human world—a sum that even a Bone-shattering Demon like himself found tempting.
That was the real motivation behind his leading his subordinates to hunt Song Yue in the secret realm.
So it was best if Song Yue was already dead.
Otherwise, who had the time to chase such a brat all day?
They had more important things to do here.
Europh was somewhat helpless. The possibility the Giant Lobster mentioned did indeed exist.
But he didn’t believe it.
As a fellow human, he had a strong intuition that the cunning, sly youngster was very likely still alive.
He could see that the Beihai demon clan merely wanted Song Yue dead; they harbored no deep, burning hatred toward him.
That made him quite different.
“Well then, since our views differ, let’s part ways,” Europh said calmly after glancing at the Giant Lobster.
With the misunderstanding resolved, the disappearance of the Beihai demon clan corpses had nothing to do with them; since they weren’t on the same side, it was best to keep their distance.
Lest, in a moment of wicked impulse, he felt the urge to eat seafood—how awkward that would be.
The Giant Lobster looked grim; their comrades’ corpses had likely been dragged off and eaten by someone, an intolerable humiliation for them.
Yet none of those present carried their comrades’ aura; they could only accept their bad luck, leading the surviving subordinates hurriedly deeper into the secret realm.
They had already wasted much time hunting Song Yue; any further delay, and they might miss the chance to obtain the best medicinal herbs in the realm—they had to hurry.
Europh and his companions watched the Beihai demon clan disappear in the same direction, frowning slightly—their goals overlapped.
Clearly, they too were headed for the medicinal garden!
With so many openings, experienced and capable people always went straight for the main objective.
Most secret realms on Earth, unless they were underground palaces, really held few secrets.
When the Kunlun secret realm opened previously, and a crowd of young people rushed in—including Song Yue—they were all novices. Giving them the opportunity to enter was merely a gesture of care toward the young, letting them experience the atmosphere and lay foundations for the future.
Europh glanced at the others lingering here, said nothing more, and led his family members in the same direction as the Giant Lobster, deeper into the secret realm.
Lin Huan and Xiao Mo stood amidst the crowd. Xiao Mo asked with her spiritual sense, “Sister, Song Yue isn’t really dead, is he?”
Lin Huan shook her head. “I don’t know, but judging by those two groups just now, I guess he’s probably still alive.”
A smile immediately lit Xiao Mo’s face. “If he can survive, that would be wonderful!”
Lin Huan suddenly asked, “Do you like him?”
Xiao Mo blushed and shook her head. “No, no, I just feel that he’s not a bad person—he shouldn’t die like this.”
Lin Huan smiled. “In the cultivation world, there’s no ‘should’ or ‘shouldn’t.’ Everyone is striving upward, vying for the best techniques and opportunities, seeking top-tier resources. If everyone thought like you, there wouldn’t be cultivators at all.”
Xiao Mo sighed, a bit dejected. “If only there weren’t all these conflicts!”
Lin Huan watched the crowd disperse. “Let’s go, we should follow them—the treasures of this realm are in that direction!”
Xiao Mo worried, “Going too deep… will it be dangerous? What if we don’t make it back in time?”
Lin Huan reassured her, “Relax, I brought a magical artifact this time; we can fly short distances. If time gets tight, we’ll fly back early.”
Xiao Mo hesitated, then nodded. “Alright then.”
…
By now, Song Yue was nearing the area he had set his sights on.
There were people there.
More than one!
It was like a well-prepared army, waiting for enemies to walk into their trap.
At least several hundred strong!
Though they were separated by several miles, he could still sense a fierce killing aura from that group.
Western realm natives!
That place… was extraordinary!
Song Yue hid atop a towering tree at the mountain’s peak, above him a massive bird’s nest, more than three meters in diameter.
There were no eggs or chicks in the nest.
He had checked when he climbed up—it hadn’t been disturbed in ages, so it seemed safe.
In the valley miles away, the suspected medicinal garden area showed traces of a magical array.
He didn’t know if it was always there or set up by the realm natives later.
Either way, entering openly was impossible; sneaking in wouldn’t be easy.
The guards were extremely tight—almost no blind spots.
Along the way, he’d collected several mature Foundation-building herbs, two of which were marked, presumably by realm natives.
Such harvests were respectable; every time one entered a realm, bringing home a single Foundation-building herb was considered a success, but Song Yue wasn’t content to leave yet.
If all else failed, he would place a master-given array disk here; when the realm closed and the natives vacated, he could return to try digging up the herbs from the garden.
Just as he was plotting, Song Yue suddenly sensed something and glanced back. Through dense leaves, he saw a group approaching swiftly in the distant sky.
He recognized them at once—the Beihai demon clan led by the Giant Lobster.
The Giant Lobster rapidly condensed water vapor in the air, forming a water channel, and the sea demons sped through it.
An impressive technique!
Song Yue watched, envious, as the seafood soared through the sky.
But their glory lasted barely three seconds. The Giant Lobster and several Foundation-level subordinates flew over Song Yue’s head, instantly spotting the western realm natives waiting below.
But their speed was too great to brake in time; in the blink of an eye, they were hundreds of meters above the group.
Before they could react, the ground erupted with hundreds of arrows, dense and overwhelming.
The arrows were highly accurate, treating them as targets.
Five or six hundred meters—arrows reached in a flash!
Even up close, their power didn’t diminish, but they struggled to pierce the Giant Lobster’s water-vapor defenses, falling harmlessly.
The Giant Lobster roared, summoning a waterspout in the sky and hurling it at the crowd below.
The western realm natives had their own experts, splitting the waterspout with sword energy and turning it into rain, but it lost all force.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides clashed.
The Giant Lobster’s group was almost instantly routed—not for lack of strength, but because the enemy was too numerous!
All kinds of spells bombarded the seafood mercilessly.
The Giant Lobster roared, revealing his true form in the sky, attacking from above.
Several realm natives failed to dodge, pierced by sharp ice arrows and killed on the spot, sparking rage among their fellows. Some activated flight artifacts, soaring high to hunt the seafood together.
At this moment, Europh’s group arrived from behind. Seeing the situation, they landed cautiously on Song Yue’s mountain, rather than joining the fray.
They were less than three hundred meters from Song Yue!
He held his breath—he didn’t want to be discovered.
Europh said gravely, “When did so many realm natives gather here?”
Someone replied, “Last time, there weren’t nearly as many. Maybe the previous entrants never left?”
Europh’s face darkened. With so many natives guarding the valley's vast medicinal garden, brute force wouldn't work.
They watched as several Foundation-level sea demons were struck from the sky, their huge bodies smashing craters in the earth.
Then the realm natives swarmed and dismembered them!
“They’re finished,” said Europh.
The Giant Lobster roared repeatedly, casting water spells to form a massive ice wall around himself, then used water vapor to flee.
He’d entered with a crowd, but after two failed battles, only he survived to escape!
After harvesting their seafood, the realm natives turned their attention to this side.
Someone sent a cold message toward Song Yue’s mountain: “This is not your place—leave now!”
Europh’s companion replied, “We wish to trade!”
There was a pause, then, “What do you offer?”
Europh’s group exchanged looks; they hadn’t prepared for this, and though they carried artifacts, all were essential—no one wanted to part with them.
Then the other side said, “If you’re not sincere, leave quickly!”
Europh pondered, then addressed a blond youth: “Wait here, don’t move. Ou Yong, come with me.”
Ou Yong, the blond youth Song Yue had seen in the hotel lobby, bore some resemblance to Ou Ping.
He nodded calmly, following Europh, flying toward the group.
More people arrived from afar—mostly strong westerners who knew where the realm’s treasures lay.
A black-clad, hooded woman rode a tattered broom, flying past Song Yue’s mountain without pausing, heading straight for the valley—the realm’s largest medicinal garden.
The realm natives stopped Europh and Ou Yong, but ignored the black-clad woman, letting her pass toward the valley.
Song Yue watched quietly.
The other Europh family members saw this too.
Someone commented, “Isn’t that a witch? Why didn’t anyone stop her?”
“Maybe she’s familiar with the natives.”
“Maybe she’s one of them.”
“Damn realm natives, staying here and treating the realm as their private domain,” someone grumbled.
“What can you do? They’ve lingered for centuries—it’s their turf.”
“Earthlings deserve to die! They’re no different from the realm natives. Their technology is pathetic, wholly reliant on our support, yet they call us foreigners, with no respect, unaware that our ancestors were the first to develop this planet!” An Europh clansman spoke passionately, full of contempt for Earthlings.
“Be careful—we’re on Earth. Don’t speak carelessly,” warned another.
Song Yue remained sprawled quietly on the thick branch of the sprawling tree, making not a sound.
Europh was still negotiating in the distance, and it seemed the talks weren’t going well; Ou Yong appeared to have said something inappropriate, and tensions nearly escalated.
But they restrained themselves.
Europh, after all, was a mighty cultivator; the realm natives had experts too, but a real fight would mean heavy casualties.
Human cultivators were not as easy to bully as the Bone-shattering Demons.
Eventually, Europh persisted and finally secured a spot to enter; Ou Yong crossed through the natives toward the valley.
But soon, he and the black-clad woman were both stopped by the valley’s magical array.
The woman was a bit disheveled, knocked back by the array’s power, her hood falling to reveal long black hair and a stunning face.
Though far away, Song Yue could see she was very young—likely under twenty.
She seemed annoyed, shouting at the realm natives. Song Yue, not wanting to alert the Europh group, refrained from using spiritual sense, but caught the gist.
The woman demanded to know why the array’s power had increased—had they tampered with it?
The natives explained they had no idea what happened.
Ou Yong failed to enter too, returning to Europh to explain a few words.
Europh told him to stay put and headed for the valley alone.
This time, the natives didn’t stop him.
Europh was also blocked by the array, but he forcibly used his magic to tear open a gap and squeezed inside.
The natives looked displeased.
A mighty cultivator’s solo strength was formidable; the realm natives themselves had to rely on such methods to gather herbs.
Only the mightiest could break in.
After a while, Europh emerged holding two glowing herbs.
He looked weary, clearly paying a price to force his way in.
He quickly left with Ou Yong.
Back at the mountain, he addressed his family: “I’ve retrieved twelve mighty-level herbs from inside—the mission is complete.”
Everyone was visibly excited.
Someone said, “But I only saw you bring out two…”
The comment was cut off: “Are you stupid? He can’t carry all twelve out—if the natives saw, they’d go mad!”
“Ou Yong…” Europh looked at the blond youth. “Take these herbs and return to the altar to wait. These herbs are crucial for our ancestors’ longevity. Unfortunately, stronger herbs are guarded by powerful arrays—I couldn’t retrieve them. But I saw a wholly golden, Pill-condensing-level herb! Truly priceless!”
Everyone’s eyes filled with longing.
Europh said, “If, in the next century, our family can produce a Pill-condensing expert, we’ll have a chance to take it!”
He handed Ou Yong a storage ring, then turned to the others. “You come with me to track Song Yue. The Dragon-patterned Leopard didn’t kill him. Unless we kill him, I’ll never rest easy!”
Some were surprised. “We must avenge Ou Ping…”
Europh shook his head. “It’s not just about revenge. That boy… is remarkable!”
Someone scoffed, “He’s just a martial artist.”
Europh looked at him. “You know nothing. In ancient times, there were great cultivators who entered the Way through martial arts—Grandmasters who slew Pill-condensing experts!”
“No way…”
Everyone was incredulous.
A Grandmaster martial artist… slaying a Pill-condensing expert? It sounded like a fairy tale.
Europh said, “Back then, there was no ‘martial artist’ title. Those who specialized in close combat were called martial cultivators.”
Ou Yong looked at him, “Uncle, you mean… Song Yue is a martial cultivator?”
Europh nodded. “How could a mere young Grandmaster escape right under our noses?”
He didn’t elaborate. “Alright, Xiao Yong, remember—even at the altar, if you see Song Yue, don’t act rashly. Protect the herbs at all costs. If we can’t find him, worst case… we’ll deal with him at the altar!”
Ou Yong nodded, “I understand, Uncle. I’ll be careful!”
He turned and left with the storage ring.
Europh looked at the others, “Let’s go!”
They vanished beneath Song Yue’s nose.
But Song Yue remained cautious.
He felt that some of their words were deliberately aimed at him.
More precisely, they weren’t sure he was nearby—they were just probing.
So Song Yue stayed vigilant, suppressing his aura and making no moves.
After a while, people kept flying toward the medicinal garden’s valley, but Song Yue stayed still.
Over half an hour passed, and Europh suddenly appeared from an unexpected direction, scanning the mountain’s ancient trees with sharp eyes.
He almost noticed Song Yue’s tree.
Without hesitation, Song Yue entered the Jade Void Heaven Stele.
Reduced to the size of a sewing needle, the stele was embedded in the bird’s nest base—impossible to find, even if the nest were dismantled.
The moment Song Yue vanished, Europh sensed something, staring at the tree, then instantly teleported onto it, scrutinizing the bird’s nest for a long time before murmuring, “Could it be my illusion? That little brat… really isn’t here?”
Song Yue’s suspicion was correct; Europh’s earlier words were indeed meant for him.
Of course, this was the self-cultivation of a cunning old fox.
Even with mere speculation, he would set a brief trap—if wrong, no harm; if right, he’d be a prophet.
Europh searched other large trees, found nothing, and finally left.
Inside the Jade Void Heaven Stele, Song Yue ate lobster claw sashimi, plenty of Blue Enchantress fruits, opened two leg acupoints, and completed a cycle of the Supreme Spiritual Method.
Seven or eight hours passed before he cautiously emerged.
By then, the valley was bustling. Some tried trading or relying on connections to enter the garden for herbs.
Most failed, blocked by the array.
Mighty cultivators were rare; Lin Huan and Xiao Mo, among others, ultimately left disappointed.
Some still hoped for a miracle, waiting around.
Others began trading with the realm natives.
Lin Huan exchanged two fine artifacts for two top-tier Foundation herbs—a decent harvest.
Xiao Mo exchanged for one, carefully storing it.
Their main purpose on Earth was to collect herbs; they’d prepared accordingly.
Once they had enough, they’d leave Earth, return to their home planet, and use the herbs to trade for cultivation resources.
Children of great clans, to an extent, had to fend for themselves.
Song Yue left an array disk at the bird nest base, then quietly hurried back, hoping to find a chance to rob Ou Yong of his herbs!
Europh, thanks to his personal strength, had snatched twelve mighty-level herbs from the realm natives—Song Yue was tempted. They were mortal enemies; since the other side still hunted him, he saw no reason not to reciprocate.
With time left, few people remained at the altar.
Even those who didn’t dare go deep into the realm searched the area for harvest; with luck, they could find something worthwhile.
Ou Yong had the same idea.
The twelve mighty-level herbs were a hot potato—useless to him personally.
Europh trusted him and would reward him upon return, and might rely on him in the future; still, no one complained about too many resources.
Back at the altar, he behaved for a while, but soon couldn’t resist searching.
The Europh family had deep knowledge; Ou Yong was among the best of his generation, entering Foundation-building in his thirties, with strong herbal identification skills. He found several fine Qi-nurturing herbs near the altar.
But he grew dissatisfied.
The storage ring held twelve mighty-level herbs, and the Qi-nurturing herbs felt mismatched.
“At least I should find some Foundation-level herbs. The Qi-nurturing ones can go to my girlfriends—and Ou Ping’s, since he’s dead and they’re pitiful…”
Thinking this, he wandered farther from the altar; after finding a Foundation herb, he ventured even further.
He figured Song Yue was like a stray dog, hunted everywhere by Uncle Europh—likely already dead in the Dragon-patterned Leopard’s belly, the one Uncle had decapitated. Uncle was perhaps too cautious.
And even if he met that little martial artist, so what?
A Grandmaster-level brat—one spiritual force and a thunder spell would finish him.
Despite Uncle’s warning, he didn’t stray too far, but not close either—a few hours’ journey at best.
Humming, happily digging a rare Foundation herb, he suddenly felt a chill at his nape, shivered, and his protective artifact flared.
A dazzling blade flashed!
Ou Yong shouted, rolling desperately away.
But he rolled right into someone, who kicked him hard like a ball.
If not for his artifact, the kick would have killed him.
“Who ambushed your grandpa!” Ou Yong yelled, casting a thunder spell.
In a flash, he saw a handsome youth with a long blade, expressionless, swinging at him.
His thunder spell missed.
But the opponent’s blade struck precisely at his face.
Ou Yong recognized Song Yue—the person he thought dead—and was terrified.
He finally understood why Uncle Europh valued this youth so highly, determined to kill him. This combat strength… did not resemble a mere Grandmaster martial artist!
Crack!
Song Yue’s blade shattered Ou Yong’s artifact defense.
The Eight Desolation Dao’s laws were too fierce—even without the Dragon-patterned Immortal-slaying Blade, Song Yue easily broke Ou Yong’s artifact.
“Wait, I bear you no grudge—it’s not me who wants to kill you…”
Ou Yong panicked, trying to plead.
He shouted, “I have treasures—let me go, you can have them!”
Song Yue, with a Star-cleaving Strike, sent sword-like palm wind splitting Ou Yong’s skull.
The last thing Ou Yong heard was—
“You die, I’ll take it myself.”
Song Yue spat.
Cultivators aren’t worth a damn!
Now that his strength had soared, Foundation-level cultivators like Ou Yong were nothing to him.
He had no intention of mercy; Ou Yong, chasing him with Europh and the seafood, never claimed innocence.
He took the storage ring from Ou Yong, which had strong spiritual energy—he couldn’t open it at first.
Using the method taught by his master, he found the ring’s spiritual frequency and managed to open it—twelve mighty-level herbs neatly arranged in a cubic space.
There were also many fine Qi-nurturing herbs and several Foundation herbs.
Decent haul!
Song Yue dug a pit and buried Ou Yong.
He transplanted some pretty flowers from the realm atop and murmured, “Dust to dust, earth to earth. Next life, don’t reincarnate into such a family. Rest in peace.”
After finishing, Song Yue left.
Killing was not his wish.
But too many wouldn’t let him go. In the outside world, it was better; in the secret realm, everyone bared their claws as if he was born prey.
Song Yue wandered back to the altar, where no one had returned yet.
He stayed here, cultivating the Supreme Spiritual Method.
As his spiritual power grew, he could now observe himself with it.
When he used the Supreme Method to examine himself, he found faint resentment clinging to him, along with traces from eating “seafood.”
Song Yue understood why powerful cultivators could deduce things this way.
He tried to erase these marks and resentment; under the Supreme Method’s sweep, they melted away like snow under the sun.
In the following days, Song Yue stayed put, waiting.
People began returning.
The first arrivals were surprised to see him.
They remembered the handsome young man from the East.
On one hand, he was striking—some say East and West have different aesthetics, but a tall, sharp-featured youth like Song Yue was universally attractive.
On the other, this guy seemed hunted from the moment he entered.
He even seemed aware of it!
That struck others as funny—knowing you’d be hunted, yet boldly entering a realm ruled by jungle law—was he overconfident or simply naive?
Most leaned toward the latter; Song Yue was very young.
Yet he’d fled immediately, so maybe not.
In short, impressions of Song Yue were complicated—his looks were clear, but his character was a mystery.
They didn’t know what kind of person he was.
Until, as people returned—some elated, some disappointed—they found Song Yue calmly lounging at the altar.
He was roasting a big gray rabbit on a stick!
It seemed less like he was exploring the realm and more like he was on a picnic.
Where did he get the rabbit?
In this place, powerful beasts abounded; ordinary animals like rabbits were rare.
People kept sneaking glances at Song Yue, but he didn’t care.
He focused on roasting, carefully sprinkling fine salt from his backpack. Soon, the aroma was overwhelming.
Those who’d eaten nothing but instant food for days began to salivate.
When Lin Huan and Xiao Mo returned, they saw this bizarre scene—a crowd chatting, sharing their realm harvests and stories, occasionally sneaking peeks and swallowing at the lone figure.
The rabbit was golden and aromatic to an extreme.
Many regretted returning so soon.
Some left to hunt wild game nearby.
Little did they know, Song Yue’s rabbit was brought from outside.
Stored in the Jade Void Heaven Stele, it never spoiled.
Lin Huan led Xiao Mo to Song Yue, smiling, “We’re in for a treat!”
Song Yue glanced up without speaking, sliced off a large rabbit leg, skewered it, and handed it to Xiao Mo. “Here, try it, sister.”
Xiao Mo was delighted but glanced at Lin Huan.
Lin Huan, exasperated, said, “If he gives it, take it!”
She sat on a stone opposite Song Yue. “Angry I didn’t help you when you were hunted?”
Song Yue sliced another piece for her, shook his head. “When was I hunted?”
Lin Huan: “…”
If not for the crowd’s attention, she’d ask if Song Yue was serious.
But thinking back, Song Yue never directly fought the Europh family or the Beihai demon clan!
Interesting.
The demon clan reportedly had only the Bone-shattering Giant Lobster left; the Europh family suffered heavy losses, several deaths.
Yet Song Yue emerged unscathed, sitting leisurely at the altar entrance, roasting meat.
If the Giant Lobster and Europh family saw this, they’d explode with rage!
Such a slap in the face!
She chewed the rabbit leg, finding it tasty—definitely not beast meat, likely just an ordinary rabbit.
She asked, “How did you escape?”
Song Yue ate, mumbling, “What escape? I gathered herbs and came back.”
Lin Huan sighed—she knew Song Yue wasn’t one to fuss, so she said, “After we leave, can we talk somewhere?”
Song Yue didn’t look up. “My place or yours?”
Lin Huan arched her brow. “Either.”
Xiao Mo quietly ate, not daring to speak.
At that moment, Xiao Qi appeared, initially wanting to pretend not to know Song Yue, but seeing Lin Huan and Xiao Mo sitting with him, he trotted over, asking, “You’re alright?”
Song Yue glanced at him, shook his head, saying nothing.
Just then, Europh arrived with several family members, all looking grim as they headed for the altar.
They felt tricked!
Song Yue was alive!
Yet they’d searched the western realm for days.
They even entered demon territories, nearly causing conflict.
An Europh Foundation-level cultivator was bitten by a venomous snake and nearly died; the others barely saved him.
He was still unconscious, carried by someone.
Returning to the altar, they found Song Yue roasting meat, chatting with several others.
Of course, the “chatting” was their imagination.
Two men and two women, sitting together—surely chatting.
Europh didn’t immediately confront Song Yue; he was searching for Ou Yong.
He looked twice but found no trace.
He grew anxious, frowning, striding to Song Yue’s group, staring coldly at Song Yue. “How did you survive?”
Song Yue was ready to activate the array disk—he had to stay alert, unsure if Europh would lash out.
He couldn’t use the realm resonance to leave, lest his secret be exposed.
He looked up at Europh, feigning confusion. “Who are you?”
Europh stared, squeezing out his reply, “Europh family. Europh. Ou Ping’s uncle.”
Song Yue seemed to pause. “Ou Ping? Oh, the one who used to be with you?” He looked at Lin Huan.
Lin Huan nodded helplessly, then stood to greet Europh. “Greetings, elder.”
Their families were both from Tianyue Star, part of the same faction. Her elders had ties with Europh, and though she disliked his ways, as a junior, she had to greet him.
“Stay away from such people, Lin family daughter—don’t degrade yourself,” Europh snapped at Lin Huan.
Then he ignored her, glaring at Song Yue and scanning him with spiritual power.
Song Yue resisted the urge to strike, pretending not to notice, eating quietly but staying tense, ready to activate the array disk.
A wise man avoids danger; when outmatched, retreat is no shame.
Fortunately, Europh restrained himself; some things could be done openly, like hunting Song Yue.
If questioned, he’d deny it.
As if Song Yue’s path was forbidden to them.
But some things required caution; killing a young junior in public would be hard to justify later.
More importantly, he found nothing unusual on Song Yue.
A Grandmaster martial artist shouldn’t have such advanced spiritual methods to erase traces.
Finally, Europh left.
But his murderous intent was sensed clearly by Song Yue.
Old bastard, one day I’ll cut you down!
Not long after, the dejected Giant Lobster returned.
The Beihai demon clan’s realm expedition was a disaster.
Heavy losses, and their target was still alive.
Like Europh, the Giant Lobster didn’t want to attack Song Yue openly.
His concerns differed—he saw many Huaxia official cultivators present, worried they’d intervene if he attacked Song Yue.
The Beihai demon clan and Huaxia were not on good terms; if he made a move, they might not stand by.
Thus, in a strange atmosphere, everyone waited at the altar amid the aroma of roast meat for the portal to open.
Song Yue ate meat seriously from start to finish.
He shared some with Lin Huan, Xiao Mo, and Xiao Qi; the rest he devoured himself.
When the portal opened, Song Yue stood, patted his belly, and prepared to leave with the crowd.
The Europh family, still searching for Ou Yong, grew anxious as the portal opened.
Ou Yong remained missing!
A grown man, normally stable, couldn’t have just vanished.
As for Ou Yong absconding with the twelve mighty herbs to become a realm native, no one considered it.
He lacked the courage, and couldn’t survive alone.
Thus, only one possibility remained—the one they least wanted to believe:
Ou Yong was killed!
Europh blocked Song Yue’s path again, staring coldly. “You killed Ou Yong, didn’t you?”
Song Yue frowned. “Who’s Ou Yong? I don’t know him. And, elder, are you alright?”
Europh’s gaze was icy; suddenly, powerful spiritual energy enveloped Song Yue, “Was it you?”
A mighty cultivator, skilled in spiritual force—this strike was formidable.
Song Yue felt the pressure instantly.
He activated the Supreme Spiritual Method, finding he not only resisted the pressure, but even… seemed to have a bit of… counterattack?
Without hesitation, he launched a fierce counterattack.
His spiritual energy, like a needle, pierced Europh’s spiritual sea.
Europh screamed, clutching his head.
Snot and tears streamed instantly.
A mighty cultivator, making such a spectacle, shocked everyone.
The Europh family members were about to attack.
But Song Yue, looking innocent, said, “Elder, what’s wrong? Are you alright? Sorry… I really don’t know any Ou Yong—you’ve got the wrong person.”
While speaking, he ran the Supreme Method at full force—he hadn't expected it to be so powerful.
No reason to hesitate.
Kill the old bastard!
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