Chapter 572: Fan Demon

Inside a bamboo house, a figure lay listless on a bamboo bed. His face was pale, his breathing faint, and his chest was caved in, clearly indicating severe injury. By his appearance, it was Ning Mo, the chief disciple of the Sacred Palace.

"Two chief disciples went to hunt down a Gold Seal disciple, and yet you returned in such a pathetic state?" A laughing voice echoed beside the bamboo bed. Although the voice contained laughter, the chilling aura it exuded made Wang Yuan's face twitch slightly.

He raised his head and looked to his left, where he saw a gaunt man. The man's skin was exceptionally fair, and a smile played on his lips, but his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

His long, pale fingers were intertwined as he looked at Wang Yuan and Ning Mo, who lay on the bamboo bed, with a smiling expression. This was Fan Yao, the chief disciple of the Blood Sacred Hall of the Sacred Palace!

Wang Yuan said, "A chief disciple from the Cangxuan Sect came to rescue them, and it was he who severely injured Ning Mo."

"Oh?" Fan Yao chuckled faintly. "Could it be Tang Muxin, the chief disciple of Cangxuan Peak?"

Wang Yuan's face stiffened slightly. After a long moment, he replied, "It's the newly promoted chief disciple of Saint Genesis Peak, named Zhou Yuan."

As he finished speaking, he felt Fan Yao's gaze settle on him, followed by an amused voice: "Saint Genesis Peak? Are you referring to the Saint Genesis Peak of the Cangxuan Sect, which has been in decline for countless years?"

"I heard that the chief disciple of Saint Genesis Peak always ranks last among the Cangxuan Sect's seven peaks. How could he possibly defeat Ning Mo? Heh heh, are your skills too poor, or is our intelligence too outdated?"

Hearing the sarcasm in Fan Yao's voice, Wang Yuan's expression also turned sour. He snorted and said, "That kid's Genesis Qi stars also exceeded ten thousand. He's not simple."

However, he quickly suppressed his emotions and asked, "What do we do about Ning Mo now?"

Fan Yao glanced indifferently. "He's severely injured but still clinging to life. Under these conditions, it's impossible for him to fully recover. Even if he were to barely heal, he'd likely have no strength, not even comparable to an ordinary disciple."

Wang Yuan frowned. From what Fan Yao said, Ning Mo had become almost a burden.

Fan Yao's slightly bloodshot eyes swept over Ning Mo, who lay on the bamboo bed. A glint of blood-red light flashed in his eyes. He then stepped forward, bent down, and whispered, "Ning Mo, since you no longer have any strength, then make another sacrifice for our Sacred Palace..."

The pale-faced Ning Mo suddenly opened his eyes, staring intently at Fan Yao. He rasped, "What are you going to do?!"

Fan Yao smiled faintly, his expression chillingly cold. His palm slowly hovered over Ning Mo's lower abdomen. "Give me that Four-Colored God-Building Treasure you painstakingly refined. Let me keep it."

He clenched his palm, and blood-red light surged within it. Inside Ning Mo's body, four-colored light pulsed, and a four-colored light cluster slowly began to rise from within him.

Ning Mo's body trembled violently, his face contorting into a grimace. He reached out to grab Fan Yao's neck, but his Genesis Qi was too difficult to activate at this point, and Fan Yao completely ignored his weak grasp.

Fan Yao watched with a smile as the four-colored light cluster ascended from Ning Mo's body. He finally seized it completely in his hand. It was a fruit-like object, enveloped in four-colored light.

It was precisely the Four-Colored God-Building Treasure that Ning Mo had painstakingly refined.

With the God-Building Treasure forcibly stripped from his body, Ning Mo's form convulsed in agony. His eyes were fixed on Fan Yao, filled with venomous hatred. Finally, his body slowly slumped, and his life force dissipated.

Already severely injured, he had clearly been tormented to death by Fan Yao.

"Fan Yao, you!" Wang Yuan, standing nearby, was also somewhat shocked. He had not expected Fan Yao to be so ruthless, directly seizing Ning Mo's God-Building Treasure while he was severely injured.

Fan Yao glanced at him, then with a sweep of his palm, the Four-Colored God-Building Treasure in his hand was divided. He pushed forty percent of it towards Wang Yuan.

"He was incompetent and disgraced our Sacred Palace. Naturally, he deserves punishment. Besides, in his condition, he would only be a burden if he stayed with us. Do you think we have spare energy to look after him?" Fan Yao said indifferently.

Wang Yuan gazed at the four-colored light floating before him. The rich essence of profound origin it contained made his heart pound.

"You know our next objective: a Six-Colored Treasure Trove. I extracted the clue from a chief disciple of the Minor Lightning Gate. If we combine our strength, no one in this region can contend with us."

"Without Ning Mo, we can divide more among ourselves," Fan Yao said, devoid of any emotion.

Wang Yuan's gaze flickered uncertainly.

"Furthermore, the culprit behind this incident is the chief disciple of Saint Genesis Peak from the Cangxuan Sect. I promise you, if that kid dares to remain in this region, I will drain his blood to avenge Ning Mo."

Fan Yao stared at Wang Yuan, lifting the intense four-colored light cluster and placing it before him. An emotionless glint shimmered in his bloodshot eyes. "Wang Yuan, you wouldn't cross me for the sake of a dead man, would you?"

Wang Yuan looked up at Fan Yao, then ultimately said nothing more. Instead, he accepted the four-colored light. A flicker of greed crossed his eyes, and he put it away without hesitation.

"A wise choice," Fan Yao said with a smile.

Wang Yuan snorted coldly. He glanced at Ning Mo's slowly cooling corpse and said, "I will tell the other disciples that Zhou Yuan caused Ning Mo's death, and that we tried our best to save him but couldn't."

Fan Yao nodded in agreement.

"Put his body away. Such abundant flesh and blood will still be useful to me later..." he said with a smile, then turned and walked out of the bamboo house.

Outside the bamboo house, numerous Sacred Palace disciples were present. Fan Yao held a jade slip, and a luminous map appeared before him. His eyes were fixed on a particular spot on it, and a deep look of greed surfaced at the corner of his mouth.

A Six-Colored Treasure Trove. A Six-Colored God-Building Treasure, a treasure so precious that even the Saint Sons of their Sacred Palace would covet it immensely. He had not expected such a thing to appear in the outer regions of the Profound Origin Cave Heaven... This was Fan Yao's destiny.

As Fan Yao's mind surged with excitement, a light silhouette suddenly flew from a distance and landed before him. "Chief Disciple Fan Yao, there's news. A team from the Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace seems to have entered this region."

"Hundred Flowers Immortal Palace?" Fan Yao frowned slightly, his pale fingers intertwined. He murmured, "Could they also know about the Six-Colored Treasure Trove?"

"Also..." The disciple paused, then continued, "It seems the Cangxuan Sect group hasn't left this region either. Instead, they are heading eastward."

Upon hearing this, Fan Yao was momentarily stunned. He looked at the location of the Six-Colored Treasure Trove on the map. Then, a playful smirk spread across his lips, and the chill in his eyes caused the surrounding temperature to drop.

"Those bastards from the Minor Lightning Gate truly have loose tongues, looser than a belt. A well-kept secret, and it seems the whole world knows about it..."

"A bunch of death-seeking fools," he murmured with a smile. "Well, it's fine. I might as well avenge my good brother Ning Mo while I'm at it. Consider it a tribute..."