Mysterious Tier Cultivation Technique

"Hum—!"

The Golden Cudgel Spell tightened abruptly, its golden light flaring.

The Azure-Eyed Snow Fox froze instantly, its limbs trembling violently as it let out a pained growl.

However, it still refused to yield, its eyes flashing with a wild light.

"Vile beast, you dare resist?"

Chu Ning gritted his teeth, chanting the spell again, his hand seals shifting rapidly.

"Golden Cudgel Spell, Bind!"

"Boom!"

The Golden Cudgel's light erupted completely.

The Azure-Eyed Snow Fox struggled, the power of the Golden Cudgel Spell gradually eroding its soul.

The Azure-Eyed Snow Fox let out a long howl to the sky, its body shaking violently.

The next moment, its body began to shrink rapidly!

It wanted to resist, but found that every time it struggled, cold sweat would break out on Chu Ning's forehead.

—The pain was shared?

A flicker of hesitation crossed the fox's scarlet eyes.

Chu Ning took a deep breath, slowly reaching out his hand, his voice low, "Stop struggling, or we'll both get hurt."

The fox trembled, hatred, fear, and confusion warring within it. But in the end, it slumped to the ground powerlessly, slowly closing its eyes.

At that moment, Chu Ning finally felt the power of the Golden Cudgel Spell truly begin to restrain the proud spirit beast.

"Swish!"

A white light flashed, and the once ferocious fox transformed into a fluffy Little White Fox, no bigger than a palm.

Its eyes were filled with terror, and it cowered on the ground, unable to even stand steadily.

Chu Ning reached out and picked it up. The Little White Fox didn't struggle at all. Instead, it nuzzled him affectionately in his palm.

Then, it gently licked Chu Ning's palm, its eyes narrowing, looking utterly content.

"Uh?"

Chu Ning was taken aback.

The Little White Fox then jumped onto his shoulder, circled his neck, and rubbed its head against his cheek.

It was completely devoid of its previous ferocity, and even... seemed to show a hint of dependence.

Chu Ning's mouth twitched slightly.

"This... did the Golden Cudgel Spell's effect go a bit too far?"

The Crimson Flame Tiger watched from the side, its golden eyes flashing with a strange look as it saw Chu Ning so easily subdue a proud spirit fox.

It let out a low growl, as if warning Chu Ning about the Golden Cudgel Spell in his hand.

"How about it?"

Chu Ning smiled at the Crimson Flame Tiger, "Want to give it a try too?"

The Crimson Flame Tiger let out a yowl and immediately turned to head into the cave, as if expressing its disdain.

Chu Ning laughed heartily and reached out to stroke the Little White Fox's soft fur.

"Not bad, this trade was a complete success."

Chu Ning laughed heartily, then turned and strode away.

The bloody scent of Blazing Flame Valley gradually dissipated, the firelight reflecting off the rocks, the air still filled with the lingering aftermath of scorched earth and slaughter.

Chu Ning stepped over the mess on the ground and walked slowly towards Wang Li's corpse.

Wang Li's head had already rolled to the side, his face still bearing the terror and unwillingness of his final moments. His body lay face up on the ground, blood staining his torn hunting armor.

Chu Ning frowned, his gaze sweeping over Wang Li's corpse. Suddenly, his eyes stopped on Wang Li's chest.

A section of his clothes seemed slightly puffed out, as if hiding something.

"Hmm?"

Chu Ning's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly crouched down, reaching towards Wang Li's chest.

His palm touched the fabric, and he felt a thick booklet.

His heart stirred, and he pulled with force, taking it from Wang Li's embrace.

The cover of the booklet was dark, faintly emitting an ancient luster, with several strong, vigorous characters engraved on the front.

"Sky-Rending Shadow Flight Technique!"

A Profound-tier intermediate flying cultivation technique!

Chu Ning's heart leaped, and his face broke out in ecstatic joy.

"It's a flying technique?"

He couldn't help but gasp, a fiery glint appearing in his eyes.

How precious were flying techniques?

Even the lowest-tier flying arts were highly valued inheritances among major sects and aristocratic families, and ordinary people could hardly access them.

It seemed the Wang Family's ancestor had truly gone to great lengths to obtain the Azure-Eyed Snow Fox.

"It's like searching for a needle in a haystack, only to find it effortlessly!"

Chu Ning gripped the technique, his heart filled with excitement.

If he could master this art, he would possess an unparalleled advantage in combat.

Whether it was for pursuit, escape, or traversing dangerous terrain, it would all become effortless.

Chu Ning could no longer hold back and directly submerged his consciousness, communicating with the Chaos Divine Order.

[Chaos Divine Order, pre-advance the Sky-Rending Shadow Flight Technique!]

However, the Divine Order's response made him freeze instantly.

[The Golden Cudgel Spell's price has not yet been repaid, and a new technique cannot be pre-advanced.]

"What?!"

Chu Ning was stunned, his mind exploding.

He instantly remembered that he had just pre-advanced the Golden Cudgel Spell, and the price to repay it was...

One hundred taels of gold! One year of lifespan!

"Damn it!"

The smile on his face froze, replaced by a sense of despair.

He had thought he could immediately master the art of flight and further improve his strength.

But now...

The Chaos Divine Order had actually blocked him!

"One hundred taels of gold... that's no small sum! And a year of lifespan is also incredibly precious!"

Chu Ning's heart sank, his expression shifting uncertainly.

For ordinary people, this was wealth enough to make them rich beyond compare.

But for him, it was a heavy shackle.

He frowned, looking down at the corpse on the ground, his gaze flickering.

"Someone like Wang Li should have some savings on him, right?"

With that thought, he immediately began to search.

He started by fumbling with Wang Li's belt and soon found a heavy pouch of money.

Opening it, he saw several taels of gold and dozens of silver notes.

Chu Ning frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment on his face.

"Only this much?"

Undeterred, he continued to search Wang Li's body.

Unfortunately, apart from a few low-grade protective talismans and a few bottles of pills, there was nothing else of value.

"It seems this guy wasn't as wealthy as he appeared on the surface."

Chu Ning shook his head, stood up, and turned his gaze to the surrounding corpses.

Besides Wang Li, the other martial artists of the Wang Family hunting party also lay in pools of blood.

Without hesitation, Chu Ning searched them one by one.

However, after half an hour, his expression grew increasingly grim.

He had gone through all their money pouches, and the gold and silver combined amounted to less than twenty taels of gold!

The rest was mostly two hundred taels of silver ingots and some low-grade cultivation resources.

Chu Ning looked at the meager savings, his mouth twitching fiercely.

"These guys, they always acted so high and mighty, spending lavishly in life, but when they actually died, they had so little of value on them."

He sighed inwardly, his gaze gradually turning cold.

"Fine, since the Wang Family won't give me gold, I'll find another way from elsewhere in the Wang Family."

He looked up towards the outside of Black Wind Forest, a cold glint in his eyes.

He collected his spoils and turned to leave.

The flames of Blazing Flame Valley illuminated his figure, and behind him lay a scene of devastation, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Meanwhile, inside the Wang Family Ancestral Hall.

The dim, eternal lamps flickered, illuminating the memorial tablets enshrined throughout the hall.

Suddenly, a soul lamp placed in the center abruptly extinguished.

"Bang!"

Wang Li's name dimmed, symbolizing his death.

Within the great hall, many Wang Family elders' expressions drastically changed. The withered figure seated at the very top slowly opened his eyes.

"Wang Li is dead?"

His voice was low, filled with chilling coldness.

"Ancestor..." an elder whispered, "It's Wang Li."

Wang Lin's gaze suddenly sharpened, killing intent surging around him.

"To dare kill my direct descendant, I must see who has such gall."

He slowly rose, forming hand seals. A sinister blood mist emerged from his palms.

"The Blood Refining Hall's 'Blood Puppet Guard' has slumbered for too long; it's time to awaken them."

As his voice fell, deep within the hall, an ancient bronze coffin slowly opened.

"Roar—"

A pair of blood-red pupils opened in the darkness.

"No matter who you are, you killed my Wang Family bloodline; I will make you... wish you were never born!"

Wang Lin's gaze was cold. With a wave of his sleeve, several figures shot into the sky, speeding towards Blazing Flame Valley!