Three Refinements Wang Dali

On the Treasure Ship, Wei Luo stared at the fish scales covering Wang Dali's body in astonishment.

Li Dadao had possessed something similar before.

But it had only been a thin layer over his chest, nothing like Wang Dali, whose entire body was covered in fish scales except for his face.

What drew Wei Luo's attention even more were the people beside him. Their attire resembled neither Daoist robes nor monk's robes, looking utterly mismatched.

At that moment, the old Daoist tied up beside him wore a terrified expression and muttered softly.

"Pure Fragrance Cult! They actually came here... It's over, we're all finished..."

Hearing the old Daoist's muttering, Wei Luo immediately asked.

"Pure Fragrance Cult? Who are they?"

The old Daoist jolted and hurriedly shut his mouth.

Seeing this, Wei Luo grabbed a blade and held it to his neck. The old Daoist began to cry.

"I don't know much either. I saw the Pure Fragrance Cult before when I went elsewhere to swindle... cultivate.

"I only know that wherever they pass, blood flows until it floats pestles, and they possess many evil arts that harm people."

Upon hearing this, Wei Luo immediately understood that the Pure Fragrance Cult was definitely no good.

He looked up. On the Fish-Dragon Gang's ship, Wang Dali apparently didn't want to make a big issue of things. He first sent the Pure Fragrance Cult members back into the cabin before negotiating with Sun Chai.

"Sun Chai, this was merely an accident. How much compensation do you think is appropriate?"

At those words, a strange glint immediately flashed through Wei Luo's eyes. The Pure Fragrance Cult really did have a serious problem.

The Sun Family was powerful, true, but in the underworld, face mattered most. It was absolutely abnormal for Wang Dali to simply offer compensation.

Sun Chai didn't think that much about it. He merely assumed Wang Dali feared the Sun Family.

The disdain in his gaze deepened, and mockery appeared on his face.

"I want... two thousand taels!"

"Two thousand taels? Is your ship made of gold?!"

Wang Dali's face immediately darkened. He had agreed to compensate them only because he didn't want trouble, yet now he was being extorted.

Which one of us is the gangster here?

"If you don't pay, don't even think about leaving today!"

Sun Chai glanced at Wang Dali and added another sentence.

Today, he intended to use his power to crush the other man. He had heard of Wang Dali before—merely at the Second Refinement—so naturally, he wasn't afraid.

Yet he failed to notice Wang Dali's eyes gradually turning cold.

"I offered you face, but you wouldn't take it. Don't blame me, then."

Before his words had even faded, Wang Dali had already lunged forward.

Sun Chai had long been prepared. He had seen plenty of reckless brutes like Wang Dali.

As his blood and qi surged, Sun Chai's palms suddenly turned red and thickened.

"Die!"

With a fierce shout, Sun Chai drove his right palm toward Wang Dali.

Wang Dali seemed not to know any martial arts. He didn't even know how to dodge, merely throwing a punch head-on to meet Sun Chai's palm.

Overestimating yourself!

Sun Chai cursed inwardly. He had practiced this palm technique for years. At full strength, shattering steles and splitting stones was effortless.

Even ordinary Second Refinement martial artists were unwilling to receive it head-on, yet Wang Dali was acting like a complete fool. Sun Chai could already see himself shattering his opponent's arm with one strike.

"Ah—"

A scream erupted aboard the ship. The crew only saw a blur before someone flew out, smashing through the railing.

Looking closer, they saw Sun Chai clutching his arm, cold sweat pouring down his face. His forearm had bent at a grotesque angle.

"How could this happen?!"

"Isn't Wang Dali only at the Second Refinement? How could he defeat Sun Chai?"

"Could it be... that he's broken through to the Three Refinements?!"

Startled cries exploded across the ship, everyone finding it hard to believe.

"Second Master Sun, do you still want compensation now?"

Sun Chai's eyes were filled with terror. Unable to say a word, he leaped back onto the Sun Family's Treasure Ship and ordered everyone to set sail.

Sun Qianchuan wanted to help him, but Sun Chai was burning with rage. He shoved Sun Qianchuan away and returned to the cabin.

Wang Dali stood at the prow, watching the Sun Family's Treasure Ship vanish completely before returning to the cabin.

He arrived outside a room and knocked respectfully.

"Enter."

Wang Dali pushed open the door, and dark red blood immediately flowed out of the room.

Children's corpses were piled several layers high across the floor—dozens, perhaps hundreds.

Several Pure Fragrance Cult envoys sat cross-legged amid the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, chewing on something. The sight sent chills down one's spine.

The crying and screams Wei Luo's group had heard earlier had come from this very place.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally beforehand, Wang Dali still felt a chill crawl down his back.

He could only step over the corpses into the room and respectfully bowed to the white-robed figures.

"Envoys, the Sun Family people have been sent away."

The white-robed figures merely gave an "Mm" in response.

Only after the white-robed figures had eaten and drunk their fill did one of them leisurely speak.

"You handled this sacrifice well. I will report it to the cult. These three Marrow-Washing Pills are your reward. They should suppress the side effects brought by your cultivation of the secret art."

Wang Dali accepted the Marrow-Washing Pills, wild with joy inside.

He had originally been an ordinary man. All his strength came from the Pure Fragrance Cult's secret arts.

Of course, there was no free lunch in this world. This secret art carried enormous side effects, and the slightest carelessness could cause one to lose one's humanity.

The Marrow-Washing Pill possessed some effect in strengthening the physique. It could force the impurities cultivated through the secret art out of the body, making it exactly what he had longed for.

After a long while, Wang Dali finally suppressed his excitement and voiced the doubt in his heart.

"Envoy, there's just one thing I don't understand. Why didn't we simply kill everyone from the Sun Family? If they discover the envoys' trail and return to report it to the Sun Family, wouldn't that ruin the grand plan?"

The white-robed figure sneered and cut him off directly.

"What if they discover it? The boat has already been launched. When tens of thousands of refugees storm the city and the Pure Fragrance Cult's people all arrive, what can a single Sun Family do?"

After a pause, the white-robed figure added disdainfully.

"Just do what you're supposed to do. There's no need for you to worry about that. Go capture more boys and girls for me."

"Yes, Envoy."

Wang Dali didn't dare show the slightest intention of refusal. After a respectful bow, he withdrew from the room.

Only after closing the door did he let out a breath of relief.

As soon as the Treasure Ship docked, the old Daoist took advantage of the chaos to flee without a trace, not even wanting the Sun Family's money.

Before leaving, he even advised Wei Luo to leave Pingjiang Town if he could.

[Pure Fragrance Cult]

[Time Required: Three Years]

After making a simple attempt, Wei Luo gave up on the deduction.

Judging from the time required alone, the Pure Fragrance Cult was far from simple.

Moreover, Wei Luo had deduced that the crying had indeed come from the Fish-Dragon Gang's Treasure Ship.

Combined with the Fish-Dragon Gang's previous abductions of children, what had happened aboard the ship was self-evident.

Three Refinements!

Wang Dali truly didn't even know a fist technique. With nothing more than a plain, unadorned punch, he had defeated Sun Chai.

Wei Luo had been somewhat delighted after breaking through to the Second Refinement, but after witnessing Wang Dali's Three Refinements strength, a faint sense of crisis rose in his heart.

He had destroyed the Fish-Dragon Gang's branch before, yet there had been no reaction. Now, they had suddenly appeared again.

Would Wang Dali trace it back to him?

And when he passed outside the city, there seemed to be even more refugees, with no sign of their numbers decreasing.

He had also deduced the grain prices. In only a few days, they had risen by another twenty percent.

Wei Luo pondered for a long time, yet he still felt utterly insecure.

"Looks like Second Refinement strength is nowhere near enough. Three Refinements won't do either—I must reach Force Training."

"But Master Qin still hasn't revealed how he intends to accept disciples. What should I do?"

How about deducing it?

[Master Qin's Conditions for Accepting Disciples]

[Time Required: Half a Month]