Palace Purple Smoke

After the Jade Maiden Sect struck with thunderous force, all sixteen merchants bold enough to deal in pirated goods were wiped out.

Two mid-sized sects had also been implicated.

After Jade Maiden Sect cultivators came knocking, not only were their mountain gates smashed to pieces, but they also had to obediently pay a massive sum of spirit stones as compensation and apology.

After the Jade Maiden Sect made its move, those who had wanted to get in and take a share no longer dared entertain the thought.

Making money was tempting, but losing one's life for it was hardly worth it.

Yet after the Jade Maiden Sect cultivators returned one after another to report the situation, Fang Meiyun's mood did not improve much.

Because of Tang Yu from the Joyous Union Sect, she had been holding in a mouthful of resentment for a long time!

"If only I could kill that bastard."

At that moment, Fang Meiyun stood atop a mountain peak wreathed in immortal mist.

Immortal cranes circled the peak, while faint wisps of smoke drifted from an incense burner nearby.

This incense was called Palace Purple Smoke. It had to be infused with true lightning drawn down through lightning arts for seven times seven, forty-nine days before it could be used. Inhaling it calmed the mind and steadied the soul, making it exceptionally effective against inner demons.

It was said that three thousand years ago, the Needle-Staring Great Emperor of the Nine Heavens Continent had loved this incense dearly.

Knowing of his preference, his mother would draw down violet lightning every day at sunrise, when purple qi came from the east, to craft Palace Purple Smoke, then have an unrivaled mystic beast, a snow leopard, deliver it to him.

Whenever Fang Meiyun felt irritated, she would usually light