Lan Yiyi Shocked: A Living Blue Silver Emperor! A Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone!

Furthermore, he even threatened to stake the lives of everyone in Shrek and the future of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling as she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Although she was spoiled, she was not stupid.

The absolute confidence radiating from the man before her was definitely not faked.

He truly had the certainty!

"What?

Don't dare?"

Xu Zhao looked at the silent Ning Rongrong and gave a contemptuous smile:

"Since you don't dare, then shut your mouth and stand aside obediently."

After speaking, Xu Zhao ignored Ning Rongrong and turned his gaze back to Tang San, extending a hand:

"Hand it over."

"My patience is limited."

His eyes were slightly playful.

Xu Zhao was not worried about Tang San rising against the heavens.

All of his opportunities would be snatched away by him.

He was a Title Douluo, while Tang San was only a Soul Ancestor.

His own growth speed far exceeded Tang San's.

If he were afraid of Tang San even with this gap, then wouldn't Xu Zhao's cultivation have been for nothing?

Once the elite tournament ended, if the timing was right, Xu Zhao would kill Tang San directly.

Tang San gritted his teeth hard, the veins on his forehead bulging.

Give it?

Or not?

If he didn't give it, given the strength and tyranny the other party had displayed, he feared the next second would see him take action.

By then, not only would he fail to protect the immortal herbs, but everyone's lives would also be lost.

But if he gave it...

That was the key to reviving the Tang Sect and increasing his strength!

Just as Tang San was struggling internally, Xu Zhao seemed to see through his thoughts and said indifferently:

"I know what you are thinking."

"You think these immortal herbs are your hope for the future, your capital to surpass ordinary people."

"But in the face of absolute power, so-called capital is nothing but a joke."

Xu Zhao slowly raised his hand, and a cluster of golden flames suddenly rose from his palm.

The flame looked weak, yet it emitted a terrifying high temperature that made the soul tremble, as if it could burn through space itself.

"I will count to three."

"Three."

"Two."

"Give!

I'll give it!"

Tang San shouted abruptly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

With trembling hands, he unfastened the Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch from his waist.

His eyes were filled with unwillingness and humiliation, but in the end, he threw it toward Xu Zhao.

As long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood.

As long as he was still alive, there would always be a chance to take back everything that belonged to him!

Xu Zhao casually caught the treasure pouch, swept it with his divine sense, and a satisfied curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Everything was there, as expected.

Nine-Grade Purple Mushroom, Dragon Mushroom Leaf, Fragrant Silk Luo, Snowy Swan Kiss...

Although only the Fragrant Silk Luo and Snowy Swan Kiss remained among the immortal herbs.

They were still worth a fortune.

Among them, there were still a few Nine-Grade Purple Mushrooms left, the same kind he had previously given Yu Xiaogang to consume.

"Consider yourself sensible."

Xu Zhao put away the treasure pouch, and the flame in his palm extinguished accordingly.

He tossed a Gold Soul Coin to Tang San, considering it a purchase.

He did not make things difficult for Tang San and the others any further, turning around as if to leave.

For Xu Zhao, the goal for today had already been achieved.

Not only had he obtained the immortal herb he wanted, but more importantly, by using Ning Rongrong as a stepping stone, he had sent a signal to the entire soul master world.

The Great Ming Empire fears no power!

Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, was nothing more than trivial in his eyes.

This seemingly arrogant move was actually a strategic layout born of careful deliberation.

The Great Ming Empire had just been established, and if he wanted to carve out the largest piece of the cake on the Douluo Continent—a land already carved up by various major powers—relying solely on soft tactics would not suffice.

He had to employ thunderous methods!

He had to establish a reputation of might!

Only by making everyone feel fear and awe would the path of expansion for the Great Ming Empire be smooth and unobstructed.

As for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Xu Zhao sneered in his heart.

That old fox Ning Fengzhi was best at making investments.

In the original story, he had placed his bets on Tang San early on, even going so far as to break completely with Martial Soul Hall for Tang San's sake.

Now that the relationship between Tang San and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was already deeply intertwined, trying to dismantle them through solicitation and division was nothing but a pipe dream.

Since they could not be friends, then they would be enemies.

And the kind of enemy that would make the other side feel despair!

"Right."

Just as Xu Zhao was about to step into the air and leave, he seemed to remember something and paused his steps.

He looked back at the dejected Ning Rongrong and said indifferently:

"Go back and tell your father."

"If he is not convinced, he can bring those two old fellows to find me at any time."

"The location will be Martial Soul City."

"At that time, I will let him know what a true... god-level power is."

Having said that, Xu Zhao's figure flashed, and taking Lan Yiyi with him, he transformed into a streak of light, vanishing into the horizon in an instant.

He left behind only the Shrek group, who were looking at each other in dismay, still shaken by the ordeal.

It took less than half a day.

They arrived at Holy Soul Village.

Xu Zhao brought Lan Yiyi and landed on a deserted hillside outside the village.

"Brother Zhao, is that 100,000-year Blue Silver Emperor soul bone here?"

Lan Yiyi looked around with some curiosity.

The soul power here was thin; it looked like nothing more than an ordinary village of mortals.

"A backwater?"

Xu Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the stone tablet at the village entrance engraved with the three characters "Holy Soul Village."

He merely smiled.

If he hadn't brought people to the Douluo Continent.

In the future, this place would have been renamed God Soul Village!

Xu Zhao slowly closed his eyes.

Hum!

A vast, sea-like, yet extremely subtle mental energy.

Centered on Xu Zhao, it instantly spread out in a fan shape, silently enveloping the entire Holy Soul Village and even the surrounding forests.

He was looking for someone.

Or rather, confirming that person's whereabouts.

Tang Hao.

Although according to the timeline of the original story, Tang Hao should be hiding in the shadows protecting Tang San on his way to Martial Soul City at this moment.

Or perhaps licking his wounds in some secluded place.

But Xu Zhao had always been cautious in his actions.

Facing that Clear Sky Douluo known as the "Killing God," even with his own strength having skyrocketed, he did not want to clash head-on without being fully prepared.

Especially considering what he was about to do next; if he were to run into Tang Hao, that madman would absolutely burn his own life away just to drag him down into the grave together.

His mental energy poured out like liquid mercury, sweeping across every inch of land and every thatched cottage.

The blacksmith shop... it was empty, the furnace fire long extinguished and covered in a thick layer of dust.

The village head's house... Old Jack was taking his afternoon nap.

The fields and ridges... there were only a few farmers working the land.

A long while passed.

Xu Zhao opened his eyes, the look of vigilance in them fading, replaced by a calm smile.

"He really isn't here."

"It seems that old drunkard is likely busy protecting his precious son from the shadows right now."

Having confirmed that Tang Hao was not in the vicinity, Xu Zhao no longer hesitated.

"Let's go, to the mountain behind the village."

Xu Zhao called out, his figure flashing as he darted toward the not-so-tall hill behind the village.

Lan Yiyi followed closely behind.

Soon, the two arrived at a secluded valley.

Rumble—

The sound of a massive torrent of water crashing echoed in their ears.

A wide waterfall cascaded down from the cliff, hanging in mid-air like a silver ribbon.

It slammed heavily into the deep pool below, kicking up a sky full of water mist.

Sunlight shone on the mist, refracting into a brilliant rainbow.

Although the scenery was beautiful, for a soul master accustomed to famous mountains and great rivers, it was hardly a spectacular sight.

"Brother Zhao, is the thing you are looking for behind this waterfall?"

Lan Yiyi was sharp and intelligent, immediately guessing Xu Zhao's intent.

"Correct."

Xu Zhao nodded, his gaze piercing through the thick curtain of water as if he could see through the rock wall behind it.

"Hidden there is the treasure Tang Hao cherishes most in this life, even more important than his own life."

"It is also... the second big gift I am giving to Tang San."

Having said that, Xu Zhao said no more.

He did not bother searching for mechanisms or buttons like Tang San; that was the method of the weak.

He simply waved his hand.

Whoosh—!

An invisible barrier of soul power instantly expanded, enveloping him and Lan Yiyi.

Immediately after, Xu Zhao tapped his toes, his entire body launching like a golden cannonball.

Ignoring the crushing force of the water, he smashed straight into the waterfall!

Splash!

Water sprayed everywhere.

Passing through the heavy curtain of water, the view before them suddenly opened up.

There was no darkness or dampness as imagined; instead, a faint, refreshing fragrance wafted toward them.

This was a massive natural karst cave.

The cave was filled with jagged rocks, and although the light was dim, it posed no problem for experts like Xu Zhao and Lan Yiyi.

"This is... the world behind the waterfall?"

Lan Yiyi looked around in surprise.

She could feel that although the air here was humid, it was exceptionally fresh, even faintly exuding an extremely pure aura of life.

"Let's go, it's further inside."

Xu Zhao did not stop, walking straight toward the depths of the cave.

As the two ventured deeper, that aura of life grew even more intense, to the point where Lan Yiyi felt the circulation of her soul power accelerate slightly.

Finally.

After passing through a long, narrow corridor, the two arrived in a spacious stone chamber.

Xu Zhao stopped in his tracks, his eyes burning as he looked toward the center of the room.

There, sat a small mound of earth.

And atop that mound, a strange plant was growing quietly.

It was a stalk of Blue Silver Grass.

But it was completely different from the Blue Silver Grass that could be seen everywhere outside.

Its leaves were entirely crystalline and translucent, as if carved from the finest sapphire.

Faint golden patterns flowed across its surface, emitting a soft and sacred radiance.

Blue Silver Emperor, Ah Yin.

Or rather, it was the new Ah Yin, growing once more from the seed left behind after Ah Yin had performed her sacrifice.