Qin Wuyou, you actually lied to me!

Xuantian Holy Land.

When they heard the news brought by the maid Yue'er, Lin Fan and Lin Qingxue were both horrified.

"Lin Hu is dead?"

The moment Lin Fan heard of Lin Hu's death, his expression changed dramatically.

Although Lin Hu was not particularly strong, he had been unwaveringly loyal to him.

Over the years, he had invested quite a lot in Lin Hu.

Now that Lin Hu was dead, all those investments had gone down the drain.

But what shocked him even more than Lin Hu's murder was Qin Wuyou's cultivation.

He was absolutely certain that Qin Wuyou's cultivation had regressed to the early Essence Condensation Realm during the day.

So where had this aura of Purple Mansion Realm essence energy come from?

"Yue'er, could your patriarch have made a mistake?"

"How could Qin Wuyou possibly be in the Purple Mansion Realm?"

Lin Fan asked in astonishment.

"There shouldn't be any mistake. The First Elder confirmed it personally."

The maid Yue'er answered cautiously, "The patriarch specifically asked me to tell you both to make preparations early."

"The Purple Mansion Realm? How is that possible? That piece of trash clearly only had early Essence Condensation Realm cultivation!"

Lin Qingxue, who had been in a daze ever since hearing of Lin Hu's murder, suddenly cried out in shock.

She had thought she knew everything about Qin Wuyou like the back of her hand.

Yet reality told her she had been outrageously wrong.

The Essence Condensation Realm and the Purple Mansion Realm were as far apart as heaven and earth.

"Qin Wuyou, you actually lied to me!"

For a moment, Lin Qingxue felt so wronged that she nearly burst into tears.

It was as though she had suffered some tremendous injustice.

Demon God Valley.

By the time Qin Wuyou reached Demon God Valley, dawn was beginning to break.

"It's really rather inconvenient not having a demonic beast to ride."

Back in the Upper Realm, as the Qin Family's Imperial Scion, he had been accompanied by maids wherever he went, and he had the Golden War Chariot bestowed by the Qin Family Ancestor as his means of transportation.

Wherever he went, he had cut an impressive figure.

But over the past three years, his entanglement in love had angered his Lineage's elders, and the Lineage had taken back all the privileges he enjoyed as the Qin Family's Imperial Scion.

In his previous life, he had not understood his Lineage's heartlessness toward him. Now, however, he understood it perfectly.

Someone with boundless prospects, who had once had a chance to attain the Dao and become an emperor, had wasted his years in the Lower Realm over one insignificant woman. No wonder the Lineage elders had been so bitterly disappointed in him, like iron that refused to become steel.

Even his father, the patriarch of the Emperor Clan, had repeatedly threatened to sever their father-son relationship unless he returned to the Emperor Clan.

But Qin Wuyou had been so bewitched by Lin Qingxue back then that he would not listen to any advice.

He had even come to resent his family in the Emperor Clan.

I remember that upheaval will strike the Emperor Clan in a year. Father and Mother will both be in danger then.

So I must return to the Upper Realm before that happens.

Qin Wuyou pondered silently.

However, an Interrealm Boundary separated the Upper Realm from the Lower Realm.

Without an Emperor Armament or a Spatial Divine Weapon, traveling between the two realms was simply impossible.

Although he was the Qin Clan's Imperial Scion, he did not possess an Emperor Armament.

Nor did he have a Spatial Divine Weapon.

In other words, there was practically no hope of crossing the Interrealm Boundary passage and returning to the Upper Realm from the Lower Realm with his own strength.

Fortunately, he still had a year. With careful planning, he might yet find an opportunity to return to the Upper Realm.

Xuantian Holy Land has a Spatial Divine Weapon. If I can reach the Saint King Realm, perhaps I can borrow it from them.

Of course, his foremost priority at present was to retain his position as the Holy Son of Xuantian Holy Land.

Only by retaining that position would he have any hope of borrowing the Spatial Divine Weapon from Xuantian Holy Land in the future.

As for why he needed to reach the Saint King Realm, controlling a Spatial Divine Weapon to cross an Interrealm Boundary passage required at least the strength of a Saint King.

Of course, making plans for all that was still premature.

Improving his strength and returning to the Myriad Phenomena Realm was his most pressing concern.

There are countless Underground Demons in Demon God Valley's Underground Cavern. They'll be the best targets for me to refine.

Refining human cultivators was too cruel. Unless they were mortal enemies or Demonic Cultivators guilty of heinous crimes, Qin Wuyou would not dare refine them indiscriminately.

Thus, the Underground Demons in Demon God Valley's Underground Cavern became his ideal targets for refinement.

After choosing his direction, Qin Wuyou headed straight for the Underground Cavern.

The entrance to the Underground Cavern lay deep within Demon God Valley.

On his way to the Underground Cavern, Qin Wuyou also encountered cultivators traveling there in groups.

Most were Rogue Cultivators from Xuantian City or cultivators from other nearby sects.

There were also Adventurers who specialized in hunting demons in the Underground Cavern, earning money by selling their corpses, blood essence, Demon Cores, and hides.

These Adventurers mostly operated in teams. Along the way, Qin Wuyou encountered four or five such groups.

Even the smallest Adventurer team had more than a dozen cultivators.

However, most of the Adventurers in these teams were not particularly strong. Even the strongest were only in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

As Qin Wuyou passed in the distance, he drew the attention of these Adventurer teams.

Some Adventurers even invited him to join them, but Qin Wuyou ignored them all and simply quickened his pace to leave.

Half an hour later, Qin Wuyou had just entered the Underground Cavern and was heading deeper inside when he heard people talking nearby.

"All of you, get your fucking heads in the game! The Hall Master has issued orders to hunt down Qin Wuyou!"

"Qin Wuyou? You mean Qin Wuyou, the Holy Son of Xuantian Holy Land?"

"Who else could it be?"

"Damn! Qin Wuyou is the Holy Son of Xuantian Holy Land! If he dies, how could Xuantian Holy Land possibly let it go? Has the Hall Master gone mad? How could he dare accept a job like this?"

"You're the one who's fucking mad! Who are you to question the Hall Master's decisions? Let me tell you, Qin Wuyou is no longer the Holy Son of Xuantian Holy Land. Apparently, even their higher-ups are fretting over how to deal with this crippled Holy Son."

"Why else do you think our Seven Kills Hall would dare take a job that could cost us our heads? If Qin Wuyou hadn't lost his strength, then we really couldn't afford to provoke him. But he's a cripple now. Killing him here in the Underground Cavern would solve a huge problem for Xuantian Holy Land. They'll be too busy thanking us to do anything else."

"Besides, as long as everyone does a clean job, who'll know whether he died at our hands or was eaten by a demonic beast?"

"But none of you are to get careless. Take a good look at this portrait of Qin Wuyou. Anyone who finds a clue gets a hundred taels of silver!"

"What if we kill him?"

"Kill him? You're fucking dreaming! According to the Hall Master's message, although Qin Wuyou has been crippled, he may still have Purple Mansion Realm cultivation, or possess a treasure comparable to a Purple Mansion Realm cultivator. With your pathetic cultivation, you think you can kill him? I think you're courting death!"

"Get this through your fucking heads, all of you. Whoever discovers Qin Wuyou must not beat the grass and startle the snake. You must report to me immediately. Before our Deputy Hall Master arrives, don't act rashly, provoke Qin Wuyou, or expose our intentions."

"Head Li, Qin Wuyou is still the Holy Son of Xuantian Holy Land, after all. Who would actually have the guts to pay to have him killed?"

"Heh... how the fuck would I know? Have you all forgotten the rules of our Seven Kills Hall? Don't ask who the client is. Just kill and collect the money!"

"All of you, get your fucking heads in the game. I heard someone paid a fortune this time. If we make a contribution, the reward alone will be enough for us to splurge for months!"