"Good. With this, the overall strength of our Spirit Hall will surge by several levels." Murong Chayue was delighted by the news. This Soul Core method was no less valuable than an Immortal Grade Herb.
"Grandfather, I won't get involved in these matters. You can handle them."
Murong Huai didn't object to the suggestion. Even if it got out, it wouldn't cause much trouble. No matter how powerful the other party was, they were but a drop in the ocean compared with Spirit Hall. He had no intention of spending much time on these matters anyway. There was someone else he needed to see.
High above Spirit City, a streak of golden light shot across the sky. After the time it took to burn a stick of incense, Murong Huai arrived above Death Valley. He didn't stop, flying straight to the cave of the Necrotic Poison Flood Dragon he had visited before.
Murong Huai landed, put away his Martial Soul, and walked into the cave. But he didn't see anyone. "Huh? Where's that Necrotic Poison Flood Dragon?"
When Murong Huai reached the formation deep inside the cave, he raised a hand and tapped its center. A surge of purple energy entered it, forcibly activating the formation and opening the passage.
Murong Huai stepped inside. "I wonder what level that girl Dong'er has reached by now."
The surroundings gradually shifted. Murong Huai entered the Death God Inheritance Ground, and as soon as he did, a figure appeared before him. It was Xiao You, the spirit of the Death God's Magic Sickle. She had sensed someone forcibly breaking into the secret realm and hurried over to investigate.
"So it's you. Wait, how did you get in?"
Murong Huai smiled at that. "Wasn't it easy? Anyway, how's Dong'er?"
Xiao You didn't ask