Don't You Regret It

Chen Changqing stored the Azure Rift Ring in the Heaven Treading Ring, then removed True Lord Li's storage ring.

There were quite a few things inside.

Three Ten-Thousand-Year Yin Marrow Ganoderma, a Jade Slip, several bottles of pills, and more than a dozen miscellaneous items.

A True Lord's wealth was indeed far greater than that of a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator.

Rujie watched with envy.

Chen Changqing took out a bottle of healing pills and tossed it to him.

"Yours."

Rujie caught it, opened it, and gave it a sniff. His face split into a delighted grin.

"Holy Son Chen is truly generous. The blood this humble monk shed just now was not spilled in vain."

"Keep talking, and I'll deduct half."

Rujie tucked the pills into his robes.

"This humble monk will shut up."

Si Youyou looked at True Lord Li's corpse and gently shook the Jade Bell.

"Bait for breaking into the Heavenly Lord realm really is deadly."

Bai Wuya said, "The Netherworld Sect dared to bring it out, which means they have something in their hands."

Chen Changqing turned to look at Ming Jiuyou.

The Netherworld Sect's Young Mistress stood behind the formation flags, the yin energy before her mostly withdrawn.

She no longer carried that oppressive bearing from before.

Yet she still stood ramrod straight.

Ming Jiuyou spoke. "Chen Changqing, by killing True Lord Li, you have already made yourself a True Lord enemy."

Rujie could not help cutting in. "The man's dead. Where's the enemy? At his grave?"

Ming Jiuyou ignored him.

She stared at Chen Changqing. "If I die here, everyone in the Netherworld Sect will hunt you down. Shushan can protect you for a time, but not for a lifetime."

Chen Changqing let the Heavenly Thunder Sword hang at his side.

"Finished?"

Ming Jiuyou's