Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife!

God Realm, confinement chamber.

Tang San slowly opened his eyes, a flash of satisfaction glinting in them.

Did they think a mere confinement chamber could stop a God King like him?

What a joke.

A few minutes ago, he had painstakingly used his divine power to search every inch of the confinement chamber.

Until he found an exceedingly tiny flaw formed from remnants of his own divine power from back then.

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

As long as he sent out that strand of divine consciousness, it would naturally find Xiao Qi or the Child of Destiny.

Even if it was only an extremely faint trace, even if he could not establish contact with that strand of divine consciousness.

With it there, at the very least, the Lower Realm would not completely escape his control for the next three years.

"Destruction, you never dreamed I'd find a loophole, did you?"

He muttered to himself, unable to conceal the smugness in his voice.

The moment his words fell.

The God of Destruction's distant voice suddenly came from outside the confinement chamber. "Tang San, were you secretly laughing in there again just now?"

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

"Not bad." The God of Destruction's tone was calm. "Mostly, seeing you uncomfortable makes me very comfortable."

Tang San: "..."

The confinement chamber fell silent again. Tang San slowly closed his eyes, but the stifled frustration in his chest simply would not subside.

Once my grand plan of ten thousand years succeeds, you'll be the first one I kill!

You really have a death wish!

Within Shrek City.

Long Yaochen's group circled out through the east gate, entered through the north gate, and headed toward the heart of the city.

The sunset had faded, and night had only just descended.

Yet the streets on both sides were already brilliantly lit. All kinds of Soul Tool lamps hung in the air, illuminating the entire street as brightly as day.

The bustling crowds flowed endlessly, while vendors of every kind gathered here to bask in the Treasure Pavilion's prosperity.

Cries of hawking, carriage wheels, and Soul Masters chatting mingled together. It was so lively that it felt as though all the wealth on the continent was flowing through this place.

Even having lived two lives, Long Yaochen could not help but marvel inwardly at the bustling sight of this foreign world.

As expected of the continent's greatest city in this era... How much blood did it have to suck to get this rich?

"That's the Treasure Pavilion up ahead." Ma Xiaotao pointed at the resplendent four-story building in the distance, her tone highly familiar. "The Treasure Appreciation Fair is inside. New Outer Court students usually can't get in unless they're core disciples or have some other status that earns them an invitation."

As she spoke, she pulled a red-and-gold card from her pocket and waved it before Long Yaochen, her brows and eyes full of pride. "See this? This young lady's covering your carving knife tonight."

Long Yaochen looked at the card, fell silent for a moment, then said sincerely, "I suddenly realized that having a bad stomach can sometimes be a good thing."

"Cut it out!" Ma Xiaotao's ears reddened as she raised her hand, intending to smack him.

Wang Dong snorted beside them. "It's just a card. You're acting like nobody else has money."

Ma Xiaotao shot her a sidelong glance. "Having money and being able to enter are two different things, little friend."

"Who are you calling a little friend?!"

Zhang Lexuan sat in her wheelchair, quietly watching the two begin bickering again as her gaze gradually turned distant.

For some reason, ever since she had first seen Long Yaochen after being injured,

his figure would occasionally pop into her mind.

It was not affection.

At least, Zhang Lexuan instinctively refused to admit that it was affection.

She was merely somewhat envious—envious that Ma Xiaotao could stand openly and confidently beside him, and envious that Wang Dong could argue with him without reservation.

And what about her?

It seemed that since many years ago, she could only stand in the position others had arranged for her.

For the first time, she even felt a trace of dissatisfaction toward Mu En's arrangements.

Why... could Xiaotao become engaged to Long Yaochen,

while she could not even dislike Bei Bei without seeming improper?

When they reached the entrance of the Treasure Pavilion, eight young women in long dresses immediately came forward to greet them. They were sweet-looking and impeccably polite. When their eyes fell upon the VIP card in Ma Xiaotao's hand, their smiles became even more respectful.

Long Yaochen instinctively looked them over. Though they could not compare to the beauties beside him, the sight still demonstrated the Treasure Pavilion's extravagant wealth.

The sight alone demonstrated the Treasure Pavilion's extravagant wealth.

"Do they look good?" Ma Xiaotao asked with a half-smile.

"Ahem... I was inspecting Shrek's commercial development. Not bad." Long Yaochen coughed and walked into the Treasure Pavilion.

"Tch." Wang Dong rolled her eyes as well.

If he had not pulled an Inner Court Senior Sister and a fiancée out of nowhere in a single day, she might actually have believed him.

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

Aside from Long Yaochen's group, there were no other new students here at all. Most were Inner Court students or Outer Court core disciples.

"Senior Sister."

Quite a few Inner Court students nodded in greeting when they saw Zhang Lexuan.

At the same time, they cast somewhat surprised looks at Long Yaochen, who was pushing her wheelchair.

"There really aren't many items at this Treasure Appreciation Fair." Ma Xiaotao said with some disdain.

This was not much?

The goods before them alone had Wang Dong almost dazzled.

Though she did not lack money, how could the secluded Clear Sky Sect possess so many strange and rare things?

All kinds of Soul Tools, heavenly treasures, and even Soul Bones appeared one after another.

"After all, they just held one recently. These are merely unsold items from the previous Inner Court-level Treasure Appreciation Fair."

Zhang Lexuan explained calmly.

But Long Yaochen was not listening to them at all.

Ever since he had reached the second floor, the gray sphere of light within him that represented Electrolux had no longer been as deathly still as before.

Following that sensation, Long Yaochen headed toward a secluded corner.

The moment he approached, the gray sphere's reaction became intense.

Looking over, this display stand was far less luxurious than the others.

As though it were afraid of something.

There was only a solitary wooden stand, upon which lay a black bag in silence. Beside it stood a sign with hastily scrawled words: "Exhibit dangerous. Do not touch!"

Other than that, only an employee assigned to guard it stood quietly nearby.

Long Yaochen did not even need to deliberately sense it to feel a vicious aura rushing at him.

Yet beneath that vicious aura, there was also a faint trace of life.

This was it! The Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife!

After the others followed him over, they too sensed the carving knife's vicious aura and frowned.

"You're sure this carving knife can heal your injury?" Ma Xiaotao's eyes carried a hint of gravity.

This thing felt even more sinister than her Evil Fire.

Wang Dong also felt waves of discomfort, as though a voice in her heart were telling her not to approach it.

"Why don't we forget it? You're pretty annoying, but I don't want to find a new roommate." She instinctively tugged at Long Yaochen's sleeve.

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

Golden light flickered in his eyes as he walked up to the display stand.

The employee beside it changed expression and was just about to warn him when Long Yaochen had already reached out and picked up the black bag.

That vicious baleful aura climbed up Long Yaochen's arm.

Not good!

Almost at the same moment, Ma Xiaotao stepped forward to slap the black bag from his hand, a hint of anger appearing in her eyes.

He dared touch something like this right away? He was far too careless.

Even Zhang Lexuan, who had been sitting in her wheelchair in a daze, frowned repeatedly and instinctively wanted to circulate her Soul Power.

But at that moment, an abrupt change occurred!

A stream of gray air flowed along Long Yaochen's arm, instantly forcing back the vicious aura that had climbed onto him.

Even after the vicious aura was driven out of Long Yaochen's body, that gray current did not stop in the slightest.

It followed through and suppressed the bag, which had originally emitted an eerie aura, into an ordinary black bag.

It worked!

Long Yaochen's eyes lit up. Deep within his Sea of Spirit, the gray radiance that had lain dormant for days seemed to open a pair of eyes at that moment.

"Child..."

Electrolux's voice had never been so clear.

"Buy it."