"There are seven fragments in all. Getting two is already pretty good." The Deputy Cult Master nodded.
Nangong Wanwan took out a Mustard Seed Pouch, erased the lingering consciousness on it, then tipped out its contents and rummaged through them.
"Found it!"
She cheered and picked out a black fragment.
"Is that... a fragment of the Nine Netherworld Divine Lantern?" The Deputy Cult Master's eyes widened.
"Yes, martial uncle."
"Where did you get it?"
Nangong Wanwan gave a rough account of what had happened in the divine shrine.
After listening, the Deputy Cult Master and Grand Elder were left speechless.
"Didn't you say you hadn't offended the Prince of Northern Pacification? If this isn't offending him, what is?" the Grand Elder said.
"Our cult couldn't toil away for nothing. We had to collect a little interest," Nangong Wanwan said mischievously.
"Besides, the Southern Border is our territory. He's the Prince of Northern Pacification. His authority doesn't reach us here."
"Martial niece, you're underestimating Zhao Feng," the Grand Elder said sternly from beside her.
"He's only twenty-five, yet he's already an Innate Realm expert. As a prince outside the imperial bloodline, he holds high rank and great power, with formidable troops at his command-especially the Martial Suppression Bureau of the Imperial Personal Guard. He's one of Great Yan's rare prodigies. Offending him is no good thing for us."
"Of course, now that the fragment is in our hands, there's no reason to return it."
With that, counting the one they already possessed, the Heavenly Demon Cult now had two fragments. These were important bargaining chips.
"Let's stop talking about the Prince of Northern Pacification and talk about the Demon Sect's young master instead," Nangong Wanwan said.
"When we encountered him, he was standing on a rise at the edge of Greenwood