Suppression and Plunder, the Celestial Master Drained Tang San Dry

The phantom of the Pixiu in the sky shuddered violently, its outline, which had been slowly coalescing, suddenly becoming incredibly distinct.

Its head, horns, spine, sharp claws, and even every individual scale seemed to come to life.

It raised its head and opened its mouth, black and gold energy swirling and churning within, spiraling deeper and deeper as if it intended to swallow the entire sky.

Hu Liena looked up, her fingers clenched tight.

It was this feeling again.

Before every Celestial Master Betrothal Gift descended, she knew it wouldn't be simple, yet when the moment finally arrived, her heart still couldn't stop pounding.

The previous five gifts had been more ruthless than the last.

Now, with this Pixiu obscuring half the sky above her, only one thought remained in her mind—who was it coming for this time?

The answer required almost no guessing.

She thought of Sea God Island and the way Tang San had looked on the verge of collapse just moments ago, her lips curling slightly.

Most likely, it was aimed at him.

Bibi Dong stood at the highest point of the steps, her eyes fixed on the firmament without blinking.

Her intuition went deeper than Hu Liena's.

The Fate-Suppressing Cauldron could already suppress destiny; if this sixth betrothal gift was also related to destiny, it would no longer be a simple matter of "suppression."

That Celestial Master never did anything without purpose; every previous gift had interlocked, link by link.

Now that the Pixiu had appeared, it was likely not just another ornament, but intended to fully activate the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron from before.

If that were truly the case—

Bibi Dong's eyelid twitched.

Tang San would likely vomit blood on the spot today.

The next moment.

A majestic and vast Heavenly Sanskrit Sound suddenly crashed down from the deepest part of the clouds.

"Celestial Master Betrothal Gift the Sixth—Fortune-Swallowing Pendant!"

"In celebration of the Celestial Master's grand wedding!"

The moment the voice fell, the entire Martial Soul City shook.

The people in the plaza looked up in unison, their breathing hitching for a beat.

The clouds split open.

A beam of white light descended slowly from the mouth of the Pixiu phantom; it was not fast, yet it forced everyone's gaze to follow it.

Within the radiance was a White Jade Pendant.

The jade was warm and translucent, looking exactly like solidified moonlight.

In the center of the pendant was carved a seated Pixiu, head raised and mouth agape, its expression fierce, with even the patterns on its fangs terrifyingly clear.

It was clearly just a pendant, yet as it drifted down, everyone felt a heaviness pressing upon their heads.

It wasn't oppression.

It was as if their very fate had been brushed by something.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice drifting.

"What kind of monster is this again..."

Ghost Douluo did not respond.

He truly dared not speak carelessly now.

In the past, he had dared to mutter about "supreme treasures" or "miraculous objects" in his heart, but after the Tribulation-Avoiding Garment swallowed the Divine Punishment, he understood.

The things sent down by the Celestial Master could not be judged by common sense.

Now, before this jade pendant had even touched the ground, the hair on his back was already standing on end.

Hu Liena gazed at the Fortune-Swallowing Pendant, her fox ears twitching slightly.

She could feel it.

The power radiating from the jade pendant was profound, cold, and greedy.

It wasn't malicious, but it carried a sense of entitlement to plunder.

It was as if it were saying—the destiny of the world can be swallowed, seized, and transferred.

As soon as this thought emerged, Hu Liena felt it was absurd.

Wasn't destiny something ethereal and intangible?

But the things Shen Yichen sent never followed such logic.

The Heavenly Sanskrit Sound rang out once more.

"This pendant is formed from the soul of the ancient auspicious beast Pixiu; it can swallow the destiny of heaven and earth, bringing it all to the master's use."

As the words fell, the plaza finally erupted.

"Devour fortune?!"

"For the master's own use?!"

"This... this isn't suppression! This is outright robbery!"

"Good heavens, is there any way for a person to survive this?!"

The spirit masters on the perimeter were in an uproar; even the elders before the Pope Palace, who had seen their fair share of grand spectacles, could no longer maintain their composure.

Yue Guan's eyelids twitched wildly, his fingers trembling.

A moment ago, he had only thought the jade pendant was sinister, but now, having heard this, he felt completely numb.

Devouring fortune.

All of it for the master's own use.

In any other context, these words would sound like the ravings of a madman.

But coming from the Heavenly Sanskrit Sound, they were no longer madness; they were a verdict.

And as for whom that verdict targeted, there was hardly any need to ask.

Bibi Dong's lips slowly curled into a slight arc.

It was faint.

But it was real.

She knew it; that man would never be satisfied with merely suppressing Tang San.

Since he had made his move, he would press down until the very end, until his opponent could never rise again.

The Heavenly Sanskrit Sound had not yet ceased.

"Complementing the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron, it can convert all suppressed fortune into one's own, creating an endless cycle."

As this sentence crashed down, the plaza fell completely silent.

No one spoke.

Because they no longer knew what to say.

The Fate-Suppressing Cauldron was responsible for the suppression.

The Fortune-Swallowing Pendant was responsible for the consumption.

Suppress, drain, convert, and transform it all into Hu Liena's own fortune.

A complete, seamless process.

Not a single path of survival left.

Ghost Douluo slowly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and cursed under his breath.

"Ruthless."

In all his long years, this was the first time he had seen someone act so decisively when it came to the path of fortune.

This wasn't a contest.

This was wringing Tang San dry until he died.

Hu Liena stood on the steps, her breathing hitching for a moment.

She, too, understood now.

Before, she had only guessed that this item was aimed at Tang San, but now there was no need for guessing.

It was aimed directly at him, and it wasn't a warning—it was a lethal blow.

The Fate-Suppressing Cauldron had suppressed him for so long, but it turned out that was only the first step.

The truly ruthless part was this Fortune-Swallowing Pendant.

Her mind flashed to Tang San's pale face on Sea God Island, and she suddenly fell silent.

Shen Yichen... you truly do not intend to leave him a shred of destiny.

As this thought flickered by, Hu Liena felt no pity.

She knew all too well that Tang San wanted her dead.

From the moment the Severing Thought Sword severed Tang Hao's arm, to the moment the Asura God descended with Divine Punishment, the other side had never intended to leave her a way out.

Since that was the case, why should she soften her heart for him?

Only—

She looked up at the Fortune-Swallowing Pendant, her fingertips curling gently.

It still came back to that one point.

This man is far too protective of his own.

The Fortune-Swallowing Pendant paused in mid-air for a heartbeat.

Then, it moved.

The White Jade Pendant transformed into a streak of white light, descending from the sky and heading straight for Hu Liena.

Its speed was not fast, yet it was precise without the slightest deviation.

It flew to a distance of three feet in front of Hu Liena, where the Pixiu statue vibrated gently, black and gold energy swirling around its mouth as if acknowledging its new master.

Hu Liena did not dodge.

Nor did she reach out.

She had understood after the first five times that the Celestial Master's betrothal gift did not require her to catch it.

As expected.

With a flash of white light, the Fortune-Swallowing Pendant collided directly into her palm.

It did not hurt.

There was only a chill that pierced through her palm, and in the next instant, it transformed into a scalding torrent, rushing up her arm and heading straight for her dantian.

Hu Liena let out a muffled groan, her body swaying as she nearly lost her footing.

Bibi Dong stepped to the side, intending to support her, but stopped herself.

She could tell this was not a backlash.

It was a fusion.

Hu Liena gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.

Within her body, the power of the Fate-Suppressing Cauldron seemed to suddenly awaken.

The force of destiny that had originally weighed heavily in the depths of her fate now connected with the Fortune-Swallowing Pendant.

The cauldron suppressed, while the pendant swallowed.

Once the two forces joined, it was as if a mechanism missing half its parts had finally been completed.

BOOM!

Hu Liena felt a jolt in her mind.

An invisible river of destiny suddenly tore open within her perception.

It was not her own; it was being forcibly drawn from a place incredibly far away.

Golden, heavy, carrying the aura of a godhood, and mixed with a sense of fury and unwillingness she was all too familiar with.

Tang San.

When this name surfaced, Hu Liena's eyelids trembled.

It really was him.

The Fate-Suppressing Cauldron was suppressing his destiny, and the Fortune-Swallowing Pendant was following that very thread, beginning to siphon it directly!

Hu Liena's breathing grew ragged.

She could clearly feel that stream of destiny being drawn over, pouring into her body, merging into her meridians, blending into her bloodline, and finally sinking into the depths of her fate.

It was not a simple increase in power, but something far more profound changing.

It was as if her entire being, even the path of her future, had been widened.

She suddenly felt a bit parched.

This thing was far too overbearing.