Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife!

God Realm, confinement chamber.

Tang San slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of smugness flashing through his gaze.

Did they think a mere confinement chamber could hold him, a God King?

Dream on.

A few minutes ago, he had exerted immense effort, using his divine power to probe every inch of the chamber's space.

Until he discovered an incredibly minute loophole, formed by the lingering traces of his own divine power from years past.

Without hesitation, he forcibly severed a small fragment of his divine consciousness, wrapped it in divine power, and barely managed to send it out.

As long as this wisp of consciousness was sent out, he would naturally be able to find Xiao Qi or the Child of Destiny.

Even if it was only an infinitesimal sliver, and even if he could not maintain contact with that wisp of consciousness.

But with this wisp present, at least for the next three years in the lower realm, things would not completely slip beyond his control.

"Destruction, you could never dream that I would find a loophole, could you?"

He muttered to himself, his tone thick with irrepressible smugness.

The words had barely left his lips.

From outside the confinement chamber, the God of Destruction's voice drifted in, eerie and calm: "Tang San, were you just giggling to yourself in there again?"

Tang San's mouth twitched slightly: "...Destruction, are you that bored?"

"It's alright," the God of Destruction replied calmly. "Mostly, seeing you uncomfortable makes This Seat feel quite comfortable."

Tang San: "..."

The confinement chamber fell silent once more. Tang San slowly closed his eyes, unable to suppress the stifling frustration in his chest.

Once my ten-thousand-year plan succeeds, you will be the first one I kill!

You truly have a path to your own demise!

Inside Shrek City.

Long Yaochen and his group circled out of the East Gate, entered through the North Gate, and made their way toward the city center.

The sunset had faded, and night had just descended.

The streets on both sides were already brightly lit; various soul-guide lamps hung in mid-air, illuminating the entire street as if it were broad daylight.

The bustling crowd flowed in an endless stream, and various vendors, taking advantage of the light from the Treasure Pavilion, had gathered here as well.

The sounds of hawking, carriage wheels, and the chatter of soul masters blended together, making it seem as if the wealth of the entire continent were flowing through this very place.

Even having lived two lifetimes, seeing this prosperous scene in an otherworldly land, Long Yaochen couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

As expected of the greatest city on the continent in this era... just how much blood must it have sucked to reach this point?

"That's the Treasure Pavilion up ahead," Ma Xiaotao pointed toward the magnificent four-story pavilion not far away, her tone quite familiar. "The Treasure Appreciation Fair is held inside. Outer Court freshmen usually can't get in unless you have the status of a core disciple or something similar to receive an invitation."

As she spoke, she took a red-gold card from her bosom and waved it in front of Long Yaochen, her eyes filled with triumph. "See that? Your carving knife tonight is covered by this young lady."

Long Yaochen looked at the card, paused for a moment, and said sincerely, "I suddenly realized that sometimes having a weak stomach is a good thing."

"Cut it out!" Ma Xiaotao's ears turned hot, and she raised her hand to rap him on the head.

Wang Dong snorted from the side: "It's just a card, isn't it? Acting like no one else has money."

Ma Xiaotao glanced at her sideways: "Having money and being able to get through the door are two different things, lit-tle, friend."

"Who are you calling a little friend?!"

Zhang Lexuan sat in her wheelchair, quietly watching the two start bickering again, her gaze gradually drifting off.

She didn't know why, but ever since she first saw Long Yaochen after her injury, his figure would pop into her mind from time to time.

It wasn't love.

At the very least, Zhang Lexuan instinctively refused to admit it was love.

She was just a little envious—envious that Ma Xiaotao could stand by his side with such justification, envious that Wang Dong could bicker with him without a care in the world.

And her?

It seemed that for many years, she had only been able to stand in the positions others had arranged for her.

For the first time, she even felt a hint of dissatisfaction with the arrangements made by Mu En.

Why... could Xiaotao be engaged to Long Yaochen?

While she, on the other hand, couldn't even show her dislike for Bei Bei without appearing undignified.

The group arrived at the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion, and eight young women in long dresses immediately stepped forward to greet them. They were sweet-looking and well-mannered, and when their eyes fell upon the VIP card in Ma Xiaotao's hand, their smiles became even more respectful.

Long Yaochen looked over subconsciously; although they couldn't compare to the beauties beside him, this scene was enough to demonstrate the sheer wealth and power of the Treasure Pavilion.

"Does it look good?" Ma Xiaotao said with a smirk.

"Cough... just inspecting Shrek's commercial development. It's not bad." Long Yaochen coughed and walked toward the Treasure Pavilion.

"Tch." Wang Dong rolled her eyes.

If he hadn't managed to drag an inner court senior sister and his fiancée along within a single day, she might have actually believed him.

Although the Treasure Appreciation Fair was ostensibly held to welcome new students.

Aside from Long Yaochen and his group, there were no other new students here at all; most were inner court students or core disciples from the outer court.

"Senior Sister."

Many inner court students nodded in greeting when they saw Zhang Lexuan.

They also cast slightly surprised glances at Long Yaochen, who was pushing the wheelchair.

"There aren't many items at this Treasure Appreciation Fair," Ma Xiaotao said with a hint of disdain.

Not many?

Just the items right in front of them were enough to make Wang Dong's head spin.

Although she wasn't short on money, the reclusive Clear Sky Sect didn't have so many strange and exotic gadgets.

All kinds of Soul Tools, rare treasures, and even soul bones were appearing one after another.

"We just held one recently, so these are just the unsold items from the previous inner court-level Treasure Appreciation Fair," Zhang Lexuan explained calmly.

But Long Yaochen wasn't listening to them at all.

Ever since he reached the second floor, the gray orb representing Electrolux within his body had ceased to be as deathly silent as before.

Following the sensation, Long Yaochen walked toward a secluded corner.

As soon as he approached, the reaction of the gray orb began to intensify violently.

Looking over, this display stand was nowhere near as luxurious as the others.

It was as if they were afraid of something.

There was only a lonely wooden pedestal with a black bag lying quietly on it, and a sign standing next to it with very sloppy handwriting: "Exhibit dangerous, do not touch!"

Other than that, there was only a staff member standing quietly to the side.

Long Yaochen didn't even need to consciously sense it; a wave of malevolent energy rushed toward him.

Yet, hidden beneath that malevolence was a faint, lingering trace of vitality.

This is it! The Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife!

After the others followed him over, they all felt the malevolence of the carving knife and frowned one after another.

"Are you sure this carving knife can heal your injuries?" Ma Xiaotao's eyes were filled with gravity.

This thing felt even more ominous than her own Evil Fire.

Wang Dong also felt a wave of discomfort, as if a voice in the depths of her heart was telling her not to get close.

"Forget it, why don't you? Even though you're quite annoying, I don't want to have to find a new roommate." She subconsciously tugged at the corner of Long Yaochen's robe.

But Long Yaochen paid no attention to what they were saying.

With golden light flickering in his eyes, he arrived at the side of the display stand.

The staff member's expression changed, and just as he was about to open his mouth to warn him, Long Yaochen had already reached out and picked up the black bag.

That malevolent energy crawled up along Long Yaochen's arm.

Not good!

Almost simultaneously, Ma Xiaotao stepped forward, intending to slap the black bag out of his hand, her eyes filled with a touch of irritation.

To touch something like this with his bare hands? He was being far too careless.

Even Zhang Lexuan, who had been sitting in the wheelchair in a daze, frowned repeatedly, subconsciously wanting to circulate her soul power.

But at that very moment, a sudden change occurred!

A stream of gray energy flowed along Long Yaochen's arm and instantly suppressed the malevolent energy that had been climbing up.

Even after the malevolent energy was forced out of Long Yaochen's body, the gray energy did not stop.

It proceeded to suppress the bag, which had been emitting a bizarre aura, turning it into an ordinary black bag.

It's done!

Long Yaochen's eyes lit up. Deep within his spiritual sea, the gray light that had been dormant for days seemed to open a pair of eyes at this moment.

"Child..."

Electrolux's voice was, for the first time, this clear.

"Buy it."