Chapter 63: Sweeping

“Cultivators below the late Qi Condensation stage, retreat a hundred paces.”

Upon hearing this command, someone immediately expressed surprise.

“We’re not going down? Then what are Junior Brother Fang and the others doing down there...?”

The new leader of Five Yin Peak smiled.

“Facing a second-tier Poison Bee King head-on, the disciples of Gu Poison Peak are confident, but we are not necessarily so. Fang Zhang and the others are going down to find other routes to the surface.”

So that’s how it was. Understanding the situation, the person said no more.

Several late Qi Condensation cultivators directed the others to release their magical artifacts, collapsing the passage once again and burying it completely.

“Since it’s been gone for so long, it might as well disappear forever…”

After this, nearly a hundred disciples were positioned around Xuan Bone Mountain, with one person standing guard every thirty zhang (approximately 100 meters). This was to coordinate with their three comrades who had gone inside.

They were preparing to use sensing talismans to open a new passage.

The Five Yin Peak only had just over a hundred disciples in total. With so many deployed, only about twenty remained guarding Xuan Bone Mountain, and their strength was quite ordinary.

Considering the vast resources needed for his own cultivation, Wang Yu felt that the Mysterious Essence Flowers he already possessed were sufficient, but acquiring more would be safer.

Thus, Wang Yu silently returned to Xuan Bone Mountain. This second batch of Mysterious Essence Flowers rightfully belonged to him.

Left Xuan Bone Mountain, 260th level.

Since all the Gu Poison Peak disciples had entered underground and the Heaven Corpse Peak disciples remained in their own area, only Five Yin Peak members were left on the three Xuan Bone Mountains.

After clearing out the bone beasts and poison bee swarms again, they relaxed their guard.

At this moment, over a dozen cultivators were gathered, playing dice.

“Place your bets, no more touching! Mysterious Essence Flowers, spirit stones, pills, spiritual materials—anything goes. Double your money for big or small, nine times for triples!”

“Big!”

“Small!”

“Big!”

“Big!”

“I’ll bet on triples, ten spirit stones.”

“Oh, Junior Brother Liu is quite daring.”

“Just trying my luck.” Junior Brother Liu smiled shyly, his cheeks a little flushed, as he placed a handful of spirit stones in the triples section. Under everyone’s gaze, the cultivator acting as dealer began to shake the dice cup.

“Bets are off, no more touching now.”

The rattling sound of the dice hitting the cup walls filled the air. The moment everyone’s attention was drawn, the unexpected happened.

“Pfft—”

The Golden Blade Whip snaked out from the shadows, unexpectedly coiling around three people. With a gentle twist, their bodies were ripped apart, scattering flesh, blood, and organs across the ground.

Everyone’s pupils constricted. Just as they were about to scatter, a figure suddenly darted out, unleashing a barrage of ice swords. Those who reacted quickly immediately summoned their magical artifacts to resist.

Those who didn't react in time, or who tried to use defensive spells, had no time at all.

Almost all the early Qi Condensation cultivators were killed.

“Enemy attack!”

“Charge, kill him!”

The attacker was Wang Yu, who was wearing a wooden mask. Seeing the cultivators charge at him, he raised his left hand.

A giant, grayish-black fist, about a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) wide, appeared attached to his left hand.

This was the high-grade second-tier spell, Profound Yin Hand, which he had cultivated by infusing it with Yin Marrow Fluid. Compared to relying on external objects like magical artifacts or talismans, he preferred using the power of spells.

This spell consumed a great deal of spiritual power. Wang Yu used it, firstly, to test its effect, and secondly, to minimize leaving any traces of himself.

The Profound Yin Hand swept across.

At least five or six Five Yin Peak disciples rushed forward, but the massive hand, sweeping horizontally, crushed them together and slammed them onto the ground, instantly creating a splattering mess of flesh.

The scene was utterly gory!

A few fragments of magical artifacts were mixed in. Seeing this effect, Wang Yu’s eyes gleamed. He moved his feet, activating the Illusory Shape Steps, transforming into ten copies of himself.

The ten Wang Yus, each wielding a Profound Yin Hand, spread out, instantly terrifying them to the point of soiling themselves. They no longer mentioned killing him; the deterrent was overwhelming.

This action was not intended to wipe them out completely.

Based on his previous observations, because of the enormous quantity of Mysterious Essence Flowers harvested, these individuals lacked proper storage methods. Furthermore, the newly appointed leaders made decisions through discussion.

Their authority and backgrounds were inferior to Situ Hong’s. Therefore, they concentrated all the Mysterious Essence Flowers on this level of Xuan Bone Mountain, sealing them with the power of a formation.

They could take them as needed.

Having long since scouted the location, Wang Yu’s illusory clones chased them, which also served to intimidate the Five Yin disciples who were quickly arriving as reinforcements.

His main body quickly reached the edge of the formation, combining the divine power of his left corpse arm with the might of the Profound Yin Hand, and punched the formation’s light shield.

Cracks rapidly spread from his Profound Yin fist, and in the blink of an eye, the shield shattered. This formation was not designed for combat, so its defensive capabilities were naturally much weaker.

However, Wang Yu’s punch possessed power approaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

As soon as the formation broke, he stepped rapidly, drilling into the storage room. Inside, besides the vast quantity of Mysterious Essence Flowers, there was also the mature Bone Wood harvested by the Five Yin Peak disciples during this period.

Wang Yu’s eyes lit up at the sight. He had an abundance of storage bags, all hanging on the inside of his clothes.

He reached out and pulled, revealing that both sides of his clothing were covered in storage bags, at least twenty of them.

Guided by his spiritual sense, the Mysterious Essence Flowers and Bone Wood quickly flowed into the bags.

The speed was astonishing.

Ten breaths later, a furious shout came from outside the storage room:

“Thief, you court death!”

Wang Yu’s eyelids twitched, and the crescent moon mark appeared in his eyes. He saw directly through the storage room walls, and clusters of Yin-aligned soul flames appeared in his vision.

This was the perspective of “Moon Gaze,” which proved quite helpful. Seeing them surround him, Wang Yu sighed with a hint of regret that he couldn't take everything, but what he had was enough; he only needed his share.

He swallowed a high-grade Spirit Recovery Pill and protected his head with his left arm.

He bent down and charged towards the wall.

“Boom—”

Leaving a large hole, his nine illusory clones scattered and fled, while his main body activated the Night Concealment Spell, merging into the shadows like a pool of ink and moving continuously through the cracks in the ground.

This was a derived application of the spell.

He could effortlessly perform various derived applications of perfected-level spells.

A moment later.

Several late Qi Condensation leaders of Five Yin Peak arrived at the storage room. Seeing the desolate scene, their hearts sank, and they rushed inside to check.

Their vision blurred, and they almost fainted.

Half of the Mysterious Essence Flowers were gone, and one-third of the harvested Bone Wood was missing.

“Those Gu Poison Peak bastards!”

Clearly, they mistook Wang Yu for a hidden operative left behind by Gu Poison Peak. After all, there was no one else around Xuan Bone Mountain, and they had just offended Gu Poison Peak. Who else could it be but their disciples?!

“Damn it, no wonder they seemed so compliant; they had a plan all along.”

“Half of our stock was stolen, and a dozen of our brothers died.”

“This grudge must be repaid! All of you, quickly go urge Fang Zhuo to open a new path as soon as possible.”

“Yes.”

Leaving the chaos on Xuan Bone Mountain aside, Wang Yu, on the other hand, had successfully returned to the secluded cave he had created during this period.

He was deftly organizing his spoils, using the pill-sealing method to process the Mysterious Essence Flowers. These spiritual flowers could only be preserved for a maximum of three years. He hadn’t touched his first batch, which was harvested last May.

They would not completely wither for another two years, which was enough time for him to break through to the sixth level of Qi Condensation before using them intensively.

Using both batches together, even with his inferior spirit root aptitude, would be more than enough, with a considerable amount left over.

“Excellent, everything is ready except for the last crucial element!”