It's Time to Send You to Your Graves!

The Lin Lineage's main hall.

Lin Nantian had opened the two gift boxes, and his brows knitted as he examined the gifts inside.

"He's the young master of a Heaven-Rank Family, yet he has the nerve to offer things like these? Compared to Qin Wuyou, this Lin Fan is downright stingy."

Having grown accustomed to the top-tier treasures Qin Wuyou gave them, Lin Nantian had nothing but disdain for Lin Fan's two ordinary gifts.

"Qin Wuyou was generous, but unfortunately, he's crippled now. If he weren't, I could still consider marrying Xue'er to him."

It had to be said that Qin Wuyou really had been a good choice before.

Handsome and dashing, young and wealthy, with a boundless future ahead of him.

Unfortunately, he had lost his dantian and become a worthless cripple.

How could a worthless cripple possibly deserve his daughter?

Lin Nantian sighed again. "It's all because fate loves to toy with people!"

Today was the first time Lin Fan, his prospective son-in-law, had visited, yet he was far from happy.

Especially when compared to Qin Wuyou, Lin Fan seemed even more mediocre.

Not only was his strength mediocre, but he was stingy with his gifts, too.

Of course, even if he found Lin Fan stingy, that did not mean he would choose Qin Wuyou.

Now that Qin Wuyou had become a worthless cripple, he was no longer worthy of his daughter.

Yet he seemed to have forgotten that Qin Wuyou had lost his dantian while saving Lin Qingxue.

Naturally, Lin Nantian would not dwell on such things. All he wanted now was to kill Qin Wuyou as soon as possible and eliminate that enormous trouble.

"Someone, take this gift to the young lady. Remember to tell her it's from Lin Fan."

At his command, a maid came over, took one of the gifts, and left.

The rear courtyard.

When the deathly pale Lin Qingxue saw the gift the maid Yue'er brought, her eyes suddenly lit up. She actually sprang straight out of bed and snatched it away.

"He really does still like me. He still likes me..."

A trace of a smile appeared on her pale face as Lin Qingxue opened the gift box in her hands.

Just then, Yue'er spoke softly from behind her. "Young lady, the master sent this over. He said it's a gift for you from Young Master Lin Fan."

Upon hearing that it was from Lin Fan, the light in Lin Qingxue's eyes instantly faded.

Crack!

She did not even care that the jade bracelet in the box had fallen and shattered. Utterly forlorn, she lay back down on the bed and buried her head beneath the covers.

Seeing the abrupt change in her young lady's attitude, Yue'er covered her mouth in shock.

She seemed to have uncovered some incredible secret!

Carefully gathering the shattered bracelet from the floor piece by piece, Yue'er cautiously withdrew from the room and closed the door.

"Whew!"

Yue'er let out a long breath, then whispered in disbelief, "Could the 'he' the young lady mentioned just now have meant... Young Master Qin?"

Demon God Valley.

The Underground Cavern.

By the time Qin Wuyou finished cultivating, a full day had passed.

All the demon blood essence had been completely refined and absorbed.

His cultivation had also smoothly recovered to the tenth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Within his body, a hundred and eight thousand strands of innate god and devil qi permeated every piece of flesh, every bone, and every patch of skin.

Countless god and devil markings intertwined within him, forming an enormous rune on his chest and another on his back.

Upon closer inspection, the rune on his chest was white and half a foot across—the extremely ancient character for "god"!

The rune on his back was black, positioned directly opposite the one on his chest. It, too, was an extremely ancient character, but this one meant "devil"!

The characters for god and devil had become runes, appearing on his chest and back.

Besides these two runes, an image of a Kunpeng had also appeared across his shoulders.

This was the physical manifestation of his cultivation of the Kunpeng Dao Art and the formation of his Kunpeng Dharma Body.

Only now had Qin Wuyou truly completed the first transformation of the God and Devil Tyrant Body.

This first transformation had multiplied his magical power several times over.

His flesh was even tougher than a Spirit Artifact.

Clang!

Qin Wuyou slashed a Supreme-Grade Spirit Artifact flying sword against his arm, but it did not leave so much as a mark.

"Not bad. Even the first transformation of the God and Devil Tyrant Body already offers defense comparable to a Treasure Artifact."

With his current physique, even a Supreme-Grade Spirit Artifact could not cut through his skin.

Only a Treasure Artifact had any chance of injuring him.

After mastering the God and Devil Tyrant Body, he had gained more than improved physical defense and strength. His Kunpeng Dao Art had also risen to another level.

His Kunpeng Dharma Body, originally a hundred zhang in size, had grown to nearly a thousand zhang.

These were all tangible improvements that sent his combat strength soaring countless times over.

Although Qin Wuyou was still only in the Foundation Establishment Realm, his actual combat strength was now no weaker than that of the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Boom!

He punched out, his magical power surging. He could already unleash a Million Galloping Forces!

His terrifying magical power razed the cave where he had been cultivating to the ground.

Qin Wuyou emerged from the swirling dust, his killing intent surging into the heavens. His cold, chilling voice rang throughout the Underground Cavern Fourth Layer.

"Seven Kills Hall, it's time to send you to your graves!"

"Who was that?"

"Who has such nerve? Who dares provoke the Seven Kills Hall?"

"Holy shit, this guy's got guts! Doesn't he know what the Seven Kills Hall does? To send the Seven Kills Hall to their graves, you'd have to be at least as powerful as an Elder of the Xuantian Holy Land."

The entire Underground Cavern World erupted into an uproar.

Qin Wuyou's shout echoed throughout the Underground Cavern.

Every cultivator knew that someone intended to oppose the Seven Kills Hall.

Soon, some quick-witted people thought of Qin Wuyou.

"The killer: Qin Wuyou!"

Those six characters had long since become a name that thundered in everyone's ears throughout the Underground Cavern World.

The moment they heard someone challenging the Seven Kills Hall, some people thought of those words!

"It must be Qin Wuyou!"

"He's killed disciples of the Seven Kills Hall one after another and even left behind that outrageous declaration, 'The killer: Qin Wuyou.' Only Qin Wuyou would do something as arrogant as challenging the Seven Kills Hall!"

"The Seven Kills Hall has been searching for Qin Wuyou all this time. Who would've thought he'd come knocking on their door instead?"

"Just how strong do you think Qin Wuyou is? How does he have the nerve to challenge the Seven Kills Hall single-handedly? Sure, he used to be the Holy Son of the Xuantian Holy Land, with Myriad Phenomena Realm cultivation, but I heard he was crippled long ago. He's not even in the Essence Condensation Realm now. How does he dare challenge the Seven Kills Hall?"

"Qin Wuyou? You mean that Qin Wuyou, the Holy Son of the Xuantian Holy Land who got screwed over by that pair of cheating scumbags?"

Someone even pulled out a booklet whose cover read, "Husband, Does This Green Hat Feel Comfortable?"

"Holy shit, you read this too? We're kindred spirits!"

The cultivator nearest him casually pulled a booklet from his robes as well. Its cover read, "So What if It's a Green Hat? Can't a Little Fairy Like Me Buy You One?"

"What a coincidence! So we're all kindred spirits! You two gentlemen have tastes every bit as refined as mine. Come, come, I've got sequels here, too."

As he spoke, another cultivator pulled hundreds of booklets from his robes in succession, with titles such as "Who Gave You the Nerve? You Won't Even Accept a Green Hat?", "Mine Are Diamond-Studded: A Professional Seller of Green Hats," "Husband, Isn't This Green Hat Pretty?", and "You Stop Fawning Over Me Just Because I Cheated? What a Pathetic Man!"...

Everyone's eyes lit up at the sight of those hundreds of different booklets.

"Brother, you're a true fan! Collecting so much private stock must have taken quite some time, huh?"

"Of course it took a lot of time. Hiring people to copy them alone cost me several hundred taels."

At some point, the fellow had pulled a large megaphone from his robes and begun hawking at the top of his lungs. "Come, come, everyone, take a look! Going cheap! The juiciest gossip, explosive news fresh off the press! Want to know how a goddess turned into a scheming green-tea bitch? Want to know about the romantic escapades of a pure white lotus? Just thirty taels! Thirty taels a copy! Limited stock, first come, first served!"

"Holy shit, give me one!"

"Give me ten!"

"Boss, how many do you have left? I'll take them all!"