Murder and Arson Bring Golden Belts

Low mountains stretched across the land, thick forests lush and verdant.

The massive carriage crawled over the ground like some ancient ferocious beast, making the trees tremble and rustle.

Even seeing it again, Lu Li could not help but marvel. Aside from Paper Effigy Art, Thousand Theater's mechanisms appeared no inferior to those of the Xunshan Peng Clan.

Rumble!

The carriage landed, kicking up clouds of dust that filled the sky.

Lu Li said nothing. He merely tossed out the bundle on his back. As it rolled open, Drooping-Ear Monk's head was revealed inside.

"Drooping-Ear Monk is dead. Do you need to verify it?"

Yet the three did not so much as glance at the head. The beautiful woman at their lead let her gaze drift as she smiled sweetly.

"Little brother, this servant is called Qin Qianrou..."

As her words fell, she pointed a slender pale finger at the old man and the burly fellow beside her.

"These two are this servant's fellow disciples, Song Yuhe and Guan Su."

Lu Li's heart stirred slightly at that. He knew he had passed the test.

Qin Qianrou looked at Lu Li and smiled seductively.

"I presume you have already guessed our origins. We are from Thousand Theater, inheritors of the eighth Divine Weapon, the Phoenix Spirit Fan. We travel the martial world to select a master for the Divine Weapon."

"You were able to seize Drooping-Ear Monk's head from within the Buddhist Soldiers' military formation. You already possess the qualifications to wield a Divine Weapon..."

Qin Qianrou paused, her tone carrying deeper meaning.

"So long as you can pass the subsequent trials."

She believed that no person of the martial world could remain indifferent upon hearing news of a Divine Weapon, especially Lu Li, who was merely in the Meridian-Unblocking Realm.