All Nascent Soul Realm Experts Within Zhao Kingdom Were Shaken

Luo Chuan stood with one hand behind his back, gazing calmly at the giant before him. The giant was enormous; even standing before him, Luo Chuan was not as large as one of his fingers.

A faint axe-shaped mark lay between the giant's brows, occasionally flickering with a peculiar light.

If he had guessed correctly, the giant before him should be Lei Ji, the Giant Devil Race's ancestor, who possessed Illusory Yin Realm cultivation.

In the original novel, Lei Ji's cultivation had been extremely high, having even reached the Ascendant Realm. Yet his cultivation had plummeted during the earlier battle, causing him to fall to the Yingbian Realm.

Furthermore, as these vines drained his energy day after day, Lei Ji's cultivation naturally declined even further. Otherwise, with his own strength, even if he had been sealed here, he would never have ended up in such a miserable state.

"Save me... Please, save me. As long as you can get me out, I am willing to serve you as my master and call you Master!"

The Giant Devil Race's progenitor, Lei Ji, had been imprisoned here for countless ages and desperately wanted to leave. Thus, when he saw Luo Chuan enter, only one thought remained in his heart.

He wanted to beg this man to save him from this place. Even if it meant sacrificing his future freedom, he had to leave this damned Corpse Yin Sect.

Luo Chuan did not immediately agree to save the Giant Devil Race's progenitor. After all, the fellow still had plenty of things he had yet to offer.

The Giant Devil Race's progenitor also realized that those words alone could not make Luo Chuan save him at any cost, so he immediately declared,

"Fellow Daoist, if you save me, I am willing to become your servant and mount for the rest of my life. I will also give you the Giant Devil Race's supreme treasure, the Heaven-Opening Iron."

"I am Lei Ji, the Wanfu Marquis and progenitor of the Giant Devil Race. If Fellow Daoist can save me, I can even make the entire Giant Devil Race acknowledge you as its master..."

Lei Ji no longer cared about the importance of status. As long as he could break free from the Corpse Yin Sect's restraints, he was willing to pay any price.

After the battle with the Immortal Remnant Clan all those years ago, Lei Ji, as the Giant Devil Race's progenitor, had been pursued by two Eleven-Leaf Spellcasters of the Immortal Remnant Clan. After escaping, he was left gravely wounded.

Yet he had never expected to encounter an expert from the Corpse Yin Sect. Seizing the opportunity, the Corpse Yin Sect's deputy sect master had invited a great cultivator with divine abilities from some unknown cultivation planet. While Lei Ji was seriously injured, they captured him and sealed him here.

They intended to use his physical body for themselves, allowing them to gain a deeper understanding of spatial laws. That was why Lei Ji had been trapped within the Corpse Yin Sect for countless years.

As for the Heaven-Opening Iron that Lei Ji had promised Luo Chuan, that was the most important treasure of all. Its value had already surpassed even an Immortal Treasure.

This alone showed just how precious the Giant Devil Race's supreme treasure, the Heaven-Opening Iron, truly was.

Luo Chuan kept one hand behind his back and said calmly, "Since you claim to possess the Heaven-Opening Iron, hand it over first."

"I do not have the Heaven-Opening Iron..." The Giant Devil Race's progenitor Lei Ji thought for a moment before answering, "The Heaven-Opening Iron is not with me. After all, I am already a prisoner. Carrying such a thing on me would only bring unnecessary trouble."

"As long as you can rescue me, I will tell you where the Heaven-Opening Iron is hidden, and I can also..."

Luo Chuan nodded. "Senior, you misunderstand. I did not come here to save you. I merely came to take some of your blood."

"Besides, if I were to save you, the energy within these vines would likely not allow me to leave unharmed."

The original novel had once mentioned that these vines contained a special primordial spirit. It belonged to the Corpse Yin Sect's vice hall master.

Liu Qingyun had parasitized the Purple-Green Vine in the form of a primordial spirit, intending to possess the Giant Devil Race's progenitor, Lei Ji. His cultivation had also reached the Nirvana Scryer Realm, making him an exceptionally formidable existence.

If Luo Chuan made a move now, Liu Qingyun would likely kill him in an instant. It was better to remain cautious.

Once his cultivation was sufficient, he could return to the Corpse Yin Sect and take this fellow under his command as his mount.

Seeing that Luo Chuan had no intention of saving him, the Giant Devil Race's progenitor Lei Ji struggled to rise. However, the pain wracking his body left him unable even to struggle.

"Fellow Daoist, save me! As long as you save me, I, Lei Ji, will surely acknowledge you as my master!"

Luo Chuan kept one hand behind his back as he continued collecting the blood here. He said calmly, "Senior, do not blame me. The vine energy here is surging. Unless I forcefully rescue you, I will certainly be harmed."

Seeing Luo Chuan refuse to appreciate his offer, Lei Ji dearly wanted to rage, yet he feared losing this opportunity and could only say unwillingly,

"Is it not enough if I call you Master? As long as you can let me leave this place, I, Lei Ji, am willing to serve you as my master for the rest of my life!"

Even after Lei Ji spoke like that, Luo Chuan remained unmoved, as though he had heard nothing, and continued extracting blood.

However, Luo Chuan did not take much blood. After collecting only some, he put away the jade bottle, turned around, and left without looking back.

"Just a little more... Just a little more... If he had taken just a little more blood, this old man could have successfully escaped! I refuse to accept this! This old man refuses to accept this!"

Lei Ji roared madly, glaring with bloodshot eyes as he let out savage, frenzied screams.

After leaving that place, Luo Chuan returned to the Hengyue Sect. At the same time, Nascent Soul Realm experts from across Zhao Kingdom also arrived, clearly having sensed the earth-shaking energy.

Wu Qingfeng looked at Luo Chuan with a grave expression. He cupped his hands and bowed. "Senior Luo Chuan, was that energy from earlier caused by a Yingbian Realm senior of the Giant Devil Race?"

Luo Chuan leaned back in his chair, swirling the teacup in his hand. His expression remained unchanged as he said, "What if it was? Did you all come to my Hengyue Sect solely because of this matter?"

Wu Qingfeng and the others exchanged glances, each of them looking extremely grim. Clearly, they had not expected Luo Chuan to truly dare offend the Giant Devil Race's ancestor from a Level 5 Cultivation Country.

That was a Yingbian Realm expert!

A casual slap could slaughter all of Zhao Kingdom, and even Nascent Soul Realm cultivators like them could not withstand a single finger from him.

Zhao Kingdom was now in grave danger. They were like fish on a chopping block, helplessly awaiting slaughter.

Gao Qiming, the Ethereal Sect's sect master, gently stroked his beard and stepped forward. He said softly, "This old man just performed a divination. Our Zhao Kingdom will suffer a bloody calamity in the future."

"A bloody calamity..."

Zhi Yi, the Heavenly Dao Gate's Nascent Soul Realm progenitor, looked grave. She subconsciously clenched her fists and said,

"Senior Luo Chuan, you are a Spirit Severing Realm expert within Zhao Kingdom. It would have been one thing if you did not help Zhao Kingdom advance into a Level 4 Cultivation Country, but why did you have to offend a Level 5 Cultivation Country?"

"Do you know how terrifying a Level 5 Cultivation Country is? Even if all the Spirit Severing Realm cultivators from every Level 4 Cultivation Country were tied together, they still would not be enough for them to kill!"