Red Robe!

The moment Su Fuxi finished speaking, she grabbed Fang Yun, activated her restrictive treasure, and slapped a divine movement talisman onto herself before fleeing for their lives with Fang Yun.

The instant they left, the gale condensed into a vortex in the blink of an eye, sweeping across the entire ruin. Sand and stones within ten li were swept up, shattered, and blasted outward with the force of exploding firebombs. Never mind the Golden Core Stage-even someone at the Nascent Soul Stage couldn't have withstood it.

Even dragging another person along, Su Fuxi was as swift as a flash of lightning, as though some great terror were chasing her.

Without looking back, she ran over twenty li in one breath. Only after they were well away from the gale did the two stop.

Su Fuxi wiped the sweat from her forehead, and she and Fang Yun sat cross-legged to regulate their breathing. It had taken Su Fuxi half a month to loosen the restriction, and she was utterly exhausted.

Half an hour later, she opened her eyes, but Fang Yun had yet to recover her spiritual power. The restriction continuously drained her spiritual power, and once that ran out, it would drain her vitality.

Fang Yun had lost most of her spiritual power, and the restriction's power to seal its target had weakened accordingly. That was how Su Fuxi had been able to break the restriction's nodes in half a month.

With her task complete, Su Fuxi waited another hour before Fang Yun opened her eyes. Su Fuxi immediately held out her hand. "Junior Sister, the storage bag."

"...Here." Fang Yun willingly removed her storage bag and handed it over. She looked at Su Fuxi with a complicated expression, then said after a moment of silence, "Senior Sister, if you ever need anything, just say the word. Thank you for saving my life."

Some people looked righteous and dignified but had human faces and beastly hearts. Others seemed cold as ice, yet kept their promises and were thoroughly reliable. Fang Yun had learned wisdom from a setback and would never again trust others lightly.

Su Fuxi ignored her and sent her spiritual sense into the storage bag. She found that much of it was filled with a woman's daily necessities. Compared with Fang Yun, Su Fuxi felt she was hardly a woman at all.

On second thought, she wasn't entirely a woman to begin with.

Tsk, her gains from the secret realm in this bag are pitifully meager. Fortunately, there was a small mountain of spirit stones and an unknown crystal fragment the size of a palm. The crystal gave off a mysterious aura.

Su Fuxi left three thousand spirit stones and transferred the remaining ninety thousand into her own storage bag. She also took three high-grade spiritual materials and the fragment, then suddenly noticed a wax-sealed third-tier pill and took it as well.

She tossed the now mostly empty storage bag back to Fang Yun, who seemed to be in a daze. It landed directly on her full chest, making her blush slightly. Su Fuxi found it baffling.

Fang Yun said, "I've always envied how handsome you are, Senior Sister. Now, now that I look at you, you really do seem very handsome. You're beautiful and kindhearted..."

She glanced a few times at Su Fuxi's face and her proud, towering peaks. "Your figure is... is quite good too."

Su Fuxi: "..."

She looked down at her own chest, then rose expressionlessly and rode a streak of light away. Her voice drifted back from afar:

"Junior Sister Fang, this is where we part. The ruins are dangerous, so leave quickly!"

Fang Yun watched her go. After recovering her spiritual power, her entire body flashed with light, restoring her appearance and bringing color back to her face. She glanced in the direction of the gale-swept ruins, then turned and left. "Eldest Senior Brother, Sixth Senior Brother, I won't let you get away with this."

Of course, Su Fuxi was under no obligation to tell her that Sixth Senior Brother was already dead.

The flood dragon serpent's lair.

Lin Sui entered the pool and returned to the cavern. The first thing he did was retrieve the five-colored crystal shard that the No Falsehood Sword had been coveting for years. From a distance, it had looked no bigger than a palm, but up close, he discovered it was two feet long.

Its edges were irregular, as though something had shattered and the fragment had embedded itself deep in the rock. It had caused the crack in the rock.

Thick moss grew in the crevice. Who knew how many years the shard had been there, causing this cave to develop into a small spiritual ore vein?

"Source power?" That was the thought the No Falsehood Sword conveyed. Lin Sui held the shard in his right hand and probed it with his spiritual sense, but found nothing unusual. He only sensed a very special energy that all living beings yearned for.

The No Falsehood Sword circled the shard excitedly, ringing again and again.

"How can I extract the trace of origin power contained in it?" Lin Sui murmured. The No Falsehood Sword buzzed, urging him to hurry and help it refine the shard, tempering its body and merging the origin power into its blade.

Lin Sui paid it no heed and mused to himself, "If I gave it to Master, she'd probably like it."

*?* The No Falsehood Sword grew anxious. "Buzz!"

Now that Lin Sui was at the Core Formation Stage, he easily suppressed the No Falsehood Sword and formed a hand seal to put it into his storage bag. "Wait while I think about it."

He put away the shard, then looked at the spiritual crystals filling the cave. Taking out a magic sword, he spent a month digging out the finest specimens to his heart's content, leaving only after he had filled all his storage bags.

A streak of blue light shot out of the chasm and left the jungle the way he had come, heading straight for the place where he and Su Fuxi had parted years ago.

Meanwhile, Su Fuxi safely left the ruins.

She needed to find somewhere to enter seclusion and sort through the storage bags she had obtained.

"Fellow Daoist, don't kill me!"

The severely injured Zha Wuren had left the ruins and planned to enter seclusion to heal. He had to deal with that bitch Su Fuxi before the secret realm closed.

By now he hated her to the bone. He had decided to capture her and turn her into his cauldron for cultivation harvesting. The resources in the storage bags she had snatched would be enough to make the trip worthwhile.

Unfortunately, Zha Wuren encountered a strange red-robed cultivator halfway there.

This person was at Peak Golden Core and possessed strange, unpredictable methods, particularly a mastery of insect gu. Zha Wuren had a teleportation treasure, but while severely injured, he had been surrounded by a kind of gray insect that was even faster.

"Fellow Daoist, are you Daoist Gu Sheng of Mo Liang?"

"Oh, you actually know me." The red-robed man's eyes were bloodthirsty, and the lump of flesh on his neck twitched.

"I've long admired your name. Please show mercy, Fellow Daoist!"

Zha Wuren hurriedly said, "I hear you have a fondness for beauties. I have a junior sister whose beauty is unmatched in the world. She also has the storage bags of more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators wiped out by a restriction, so she must have plenty of resources!"

"I, I'm willing to take you to her!" With his storage bag no longer on him, Zha Wuren could only surrender. He swallowed as he looked at the densely packed gray mist insects around him.

"Oh, really?" Interest flashed across the red-robed cultivator's face. "So there really is some fine merchandise. Tsk, tsk, the ones before didn't taste very good."

With a wave of his hand, he gathered the mist insects into his storage bag. The gray mist vanished, revealing Zha Wuren with blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Come on, lead the way."

"If this junior sister of yours isn't a beauty, I'll let my little darlings eat you! Jie, jie, jie..."

In a cave abode a thousand li away, Su Fuxi activated her restrictive treasure and concealed her aura, then happily sorted through the storage bags.

Aside from Zha Wuren's storage bag, which she couldn't open because he was still alive, the soul imprints on the others had dissipated with their owners' deaths. She opened them all with hardly any effort.

"Tsk, tsk, this is an unexpected windfall." Holding a storage bag, Su Fuxi was thoroughly delighted.

Every storage bag contained spirit stones, pills, talismans, and other consumables essential for a cultivator's travels. Although many had been used up, plenty of strange and unusual treasures remained.

Altogether, she obtained over a million spirit stones, more than a hundred common talismans, nearly a hundred pills commonly found on the market, a large pile of demonic beast materials, and several spiritual herbs, among other things.

In a small vassal state where an ordinary Golden Core cultivator's entire fortune amounted to only tens of thousands of spirit stones, the disparity in wealth among these people was normal. By comparison, Junior Sister Fang Yun was something of a little rich woman.

Now Su Fuxi had suddenly struck it rich! She began taking stock of the remaining treasures and some jade slips containing information.

The middle-aged cultivator's bag contained three identical, multicolored little swords, each a foot and a half long. They were clearly a set. She sent her spiritual sense into them, erased their former owner's soul imprint, and inscribed her own.

The three little swords shone with multicolored light and formed the Three Stars Sword Array. Forged from the same materials, they were quite a rare find. Killing an Early Golden Core Stage cultivator with ease was no problem for them; no wonder the middle-aged man had stepped forward so aggressively.

The other treasures included spears, swords, sabers, shields, and so on. They were all quite good but ordinary, so Su Fuxi bundled them all up and tossed them into her storage bag.

What remained included the [Water Evasion Qi Transformation Technique] recorded in a jade slip. It could be used for both escape and concealment, so she learned it on the spot and crushed the jade slip.

There was also the [Purple Lightning Scripture], an intermediate lightning art and a rare external cultivation method. Not bad. She memorized the incantation.

Last was a worn old booklet. Su Fuxi was delighted to see it: inside was a rare restriction array! It was a great defensive array that combined restrictions and array formations.

This was not something she could learn overnight. Su Fuxi placed a sealing restriction on the battered booklet to protect it and carefully put it in her storage bag.

Sensing that there wasn't much room left in her storage bag, she simply packed the treasures and materials she didn't use into a separate storage bag of the best quality and hung it beneath the loose hem of her clothes.

The dozen or so empty storage bags beside her had no special markings. It would have been a waste to throw them away, so Su Fuxi put them into a cloth bag and tied it at her waist. It weighed practically nothing.

Su Fuxi spent two months in seclusion, finishing her cultivation of the new techniques and the Purple Lightning Scripture and going over her Lesser Great Luo Art again. She stood, waved her sleeve to clean herself, and stepped outside the cave.

With a boom, clouds gathered in the sky overhead and spiritual qi surged toward her. Su Fuxi formed a hand seal, condensed a giant golden finger imprint, and crushed the cave abode where she had been in seclusion with a single press. Then she turned and rode her flying sword out of the valley.

She was going to pick the spiritual herbs she had once placed restrictions around to protect.

The secret realm would close in another six months to a year. She would hurry to collect the essence-consolidating grass, then go find her disciple.