Nine Heads

His outstretched arms lowered. The anger on his face vanished without a trace. Yue Qianchou's face was ashen, devoid of any emotional fluctuation...

With a light stomp of his foot, the flying sword he was standing on bounced up and flashed into the Storage Bag at his waist.

He walked through the air, step by step, toward the two masked men who seemed to be in a daze. His eyes were so lifeless and empty, as if they contained nothing!

The one-armed old man shuddered as soon as he entered the eerie and terrifying area. This strange aura suppressed not the physical body, but the soul and spirit, which were difficult to resist no matter how high one's cultivation level.

The closer he got, the more disoriented he became. The flame of his soul shrank, as if it might be extinguished at any moment. The life force within him was being slowly drained away, replaced by death energy.

In a daze, recalling the past, it seems I've never experienced anything truly joyful in my life. Yet I know I have, but I just can't recall them. The only things I can remember are repeated failures, and each instance of pain and sorrow. Sad memories. I don't want to remember them, yet they are so vividly presented in my mind, as if they just happened.

Failure, pain, and sorrow relentlessly assail the soul. A wasted life evokes sighs and a sense of helplessness, gradually plunging the individual into despair, growing ever more hopeless. It's as if a voice is constantly calling out, urging you to relinquish all burdens, close your eyes, and go with it... seemingly the call of death from the netherworld!

"What an evil aura!" The one-armed old man was shocked and suddenly woke up. He immediately circulated his internal energy throughout his body to expel the death energy that had invaded his body.

He dared not get any closer; the closer he got, the more he realized that even his strong willpower was gradually weakening.

He hovered in the air four or five hundred meters away, staring at Yue Qianchou with astonishment and uncertainty. He simply couldn't imagine how a living person, and a vibrant cultivator at that, could exude such a terrifying and evil aura of death.

"Is this even human?" the one-armed old man asked himself.

Nie Sheng stared in horror as Yue Qianchou walked toward his two junior brothers who were locked in a stalemate in the air. What would become of his two junior brothers?

The consequences were unimaginable, yet no one dared to speak up to help. Revealing the secret would likely enrage Niu Youde. Such a terrifying figure, so formidable even with just his aura, what would happen if he were to actually fight?

We absolutely cannot let such a terrifying expert become an opponent of the World Commerce Association! Nie Sheng instantly made the decision to abandon his two junior brothers, and turned back to his remaining four junior brothers, transmitting his voice with difficulty. "Go quickly! You all go quickly. This Niu Youde's cultivation is probably several levels higher than Master's. We can't handle him. Go back and tell Master the news. Let Master prepare as soon as possible."

The four masked men looked at the other two with clearly asking, "What should we do?"

"Hurry up and leave! Don't hesitate any longer! Get out of here before Niu Youde kills us. If we're too late, none of us will be able to escape!" Nie Sheng roared almost hysterically into his voice at the four of them, but he still had to put on a hateful expression. In fact, he doubted whether the four of them could even escape, given Niu Youde's terrifying cultivation level.

The four exchanged glances, then immediately turned and flew away with difficulty. The flow of True Essence within their bodies was slow, and their mental strength was extremely weak, so their flight speed was not fast.

Yue Qianchou walked up to a masked man, and two dazzling black flames suddenly appeared in his eyes. The masked man's eyes rolled back completely, and his last shred of resistance vanished, causing him to plummet downwards with a "whoosh."

A hand reached out perfectly and caught the man's fallen hair bun. The masked man suddenly emitted a puff of white smoke, which hissed as it entered the hand that was holding his hair bun.

The man's body instantly became a desiccated corpse, but his head, which had been seized, remained intact. The shriveled body, now twice its size, dangled precariously from beneath the head, swaying gently within the loose, oversized clothing. The scene was utterly bizarre!

Yue Qianchou slightly shook his arm, and with a "whoosh," the mummified corpse shattered into withered dust that drifted down into the forest below. A complete head was now in his hand.

The one-armed old man's gaze flickered uncertainly. Nie Sheng's eyes, however, were slightly bulging and red, his expression complex, but most noticeably, a hint of pain flashed across his face; the price he had paid for the test was too high.

He had never seen such a silent method of killing, so effortlessly ripping off heads. The scene of the body turning into a dried-up corpse was particularly nauseating.

The four masked men who flew away kept looking back, but after seeing this horrifying scene, they dared not look back again and flew away as fast as they could.

Yue Qianchou's gaze followed the four departing figures with an unusually cold expression. He tilted his head slightly and slowly floated to another masked man, the black flames leaping in his eyes reappearing... White smoke, shattered bodies, and yet another head in his hand.

She grabbed the hair buns of both heads with one hand and floated towards Nie Sheng with a blank expression.

Nie Sheng forced himself not to look at the two heads he was holding, and trembling, he cupped his hands and said, "Senior's divine might has annihilated the enemy in one fell swoop. Those who escaped will be captured by our World Commerce Association. We will not let them get away. Um... Senior, could you please conceal your aura? I really can't hold on much longer."

Of the thirty guards, six remained. Due to their low cultivation levels, they had entered a semi-conscious state and were slowly drooping downwards...

Yue Qianchou glanced at the group and said indifferently, "Sikong Jue is really ruthless. No wonder his name contains the character 'Jue' (meaning ruthless). It's a pity that these dozens of loyal disciples died without ever knowing what happened."

Nie Sheng was greatly surprised. He pretended to be puzzled and asked, "What do you mean by that, senior? I don't understand."

"Remember to tell them the truth after you go down, so they won't die with regrets," Yue Qianchou said indifferently.

"Senior..." Nie Sheng sensed something was wrong and wanted to explain, but he saw two black flames burning in the other person's eyes. The endless despair and icy aura were many times greater than what he had experienced before, instantly enveloping him. He wanted to turn around and run away, but his body wouldn't obey him. Then his mind went blank, and he knew nothing more.

Yue Qianchou grabbed his head and coldly watched as the corpse turned into fragments that scattered everywhere.

Then, with a flash, his speed increased, and he sucked six more thick white mists into his palm, removing six more heads. The hair of a total of nine heads was now tangled in one hand.

Six heads belonging to those in the early Tribulation stage late Tribulation Transcendence stage. Yue Qianchou glanced at them, then turned to stare at the one-armed old man in the air not far away. The two gazed at each other for a long time.

Sensing no hostility from the other party, Yue Qianchou flew down into the woods. After landing, he casually tossed his nine tangled heads to the ground. He then flew around the forest again.

Later, he found Fu Chun and Qin Jiaxing's bodies, which were broken in half and in two pieces.

In a slightly flat area of the forest, they found a large tree and, with a few quick strikes, cleaved two deep pits on either side of it. Then, they released two puffs of golden mist into the pits, and in the blink of an eye, two gleaming golden coffins appeared in the pits.

Holding the two separated bodies, they carefully pieced them together in the two golden coffins. Then, golden mist rose again, sealing the two coffins completely, so seamlessly integrated that not a single crack could be found. The gleaming golden fronts had raised patterns bearing the characters 'Fu Chun' and 'Qin Jiaxing' respectively.

Gazing at the two golden coffins, Yue Qianchou sighed and said, "I'm sorry. This is all I can do. Brothers, may you have a safe journey!" With that, he waved his hand, turning the soil back into two mounds and patting them firmly.

Then a cyan flying sword shot out from his sleeve, carving a flat surface on the trunk of a large tree between the two grave mounds. A flash of cyan light, and in a short while, several large characters were engraved. "The Dream Awakens Here."

It was unclear what he meant. The cyan flying sword darted into his sleeve. Yue Qianchou's face was cold and stern. Without looking back, he resolutely turned around, walked a short distance away, picked up the nine heads with one hand, and flew away from the dense forest.

Shortly after he left, the one-armed old man darted back into the woods and landed. He looked around, his gaze settling on the two mounds of fresh earth. He walked slowly towards them, finally looking up at the words inscribed on the tree trunk, lost in thought.

The Zhujin City Guild Hall is located Great Dao on the southern outskirts of Zhujin City. A constant stream of mule and horse carts shuttle in and out of its gates, creating a bustling scene. Businessmen in Zhujin City all know that this guild hall is the largest trading place in the area; they do all kinds of business, as long as it's profitable.

The sprawling guild hall was surrounded by high walls, its interior bisected by a continuous cluster of buildings. One half was extremely prosperous, while the other was less bustling. Worldly businessmen had no idea what was happening in the back, and it had remained closed to the public for many years. Some had tried to sneak in through the back door, but the guards refused to let them in, no matter how influential or powerful they were.

Little did they know, the front was where they conducted business with the secular world, while the back was solely for the Cultivation World —a place no ordinary mortal could ever reach. This was none other than the renowned branch of the World Commerce Association, Cultivation World.

A flat, bluestone-paved path leads from the back gate to a canyon about a hundred meters away. The canyon itself is empty; it's merely a place for cultivators to ascend and descend, mainly to prevent their high-flying movements from being too shocking and frightening ordinary people.

Most cultivators who come here to trade abide by the rule of not causing a disturbance, a rule commonly followed in the Cultivation World. Whether arriving or leaving, everyone passes through this guarded canyon.

Within the canyon, some departed, others landed, a place where everyone remained undisturbed. Now, however, a commotion arose. Those who were about to leave stopped, all staring at the figure who had just landed on his sword. The person himself was unremarkable, but what he carried was truly extraordinary... nine disheveled heads!

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