Ji Rufeng Dies

"That woman isn't dead! You came from the Southern Barbarian Lands, that's impossible!" Ji Rufeng shouted in a panic, as if he had thought of something terrible.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Fenghuo got annoyed and with a wave of his hand, he gagged him with a rope.

After the annoying noise stopped, Shen Ge took out a Jade Slip from his Storage Bag and poured the purple blood onto it.

The moment it came into contact with the blood, the Jade Slip began to absorb it. In no time, the entire Jade Slip turned purple, emitting a hazy purple light, and its shape changed from Jade Slip slip to a token with a large "Ji" character on it.

Upon seeing the token, Ji Rufeng's eyes narrowed, and he began to twist and turn desperately, making whimpering sounds, but no one paid him any attention.

At this moment, a beam of purple light shot out from the token, and the figure of Ji Ziyue, the sect leader of the Purple Qi Sect, appeared in the air.

Seeing that Shen Ge was still in a daze, Fenghuo went up and patted him on the shoulder before bowing and saying, "Greetings, Senior."

Shen Ge also realized that this figure was not an illusion but a divided soul, so he bowed and said, "Senior, you have completed the task you assigned."

Ji Ziyue nodded, her eyes indifferent as she looked down at Ji Rufeng, who was bound like a maggot.

She raised her hand and pointed, and a purple flame burst from her fingertip and landed on Ji Rufeng.

Fenghuo glanced at him, then reached out and removed all the ropes from his mouth.

"Ah~ Master, I was wrong, please forgive me, please forgive me..."

Ji Ziyue remained silent, simply watching Ji Rufeng writhe in the sea of calamity.

About fifteen minutes later, Ji Ziyue extinguished the flames, looked down at Ji Rufeng, and spoke for the first time, "Who took the Purple Ultimate Sword Embryo?"

"You'd better just tell me obediently, or you'll suffer a terrible death."

Ji Rufeng was already on the verge of death, trembled, seemingly out of fear.

After a few breaths, he said in a trembling voice, "Patriarch, I really don't know! All the clan's possessions have been divided up by those people. I don't know who has them."

Ji Ziyue nodded and said calmly, "Kill them."

Shen Ge was stunned for a moment, then slashed out with his sword, severing Ji Rufeng's head before he could speak.

With a wave of her hand, Ji Ziyue pulled Ji Rufeng's soul out of his corpse, turning it into a palm-sized ball imprisoned in her palm. Immediately, a purple flame rose up, forging his soul.

While collecting Ji Rufeng's blood, Shen Ge looked at the figure in the air. After hesitating for a moment, he finally asked, "Um, senior, about the location of that treasure vault you mentioned earlier..."

Ji Ziyue pointed, and a location appeared in Shen Ge's mind. "It's right here. Go see for yourself. I don't know if anyone has found it yet; it depends on your luck."

"What if those people find us?"

"That's it then." Ji Ziyue glanced at him and said, "Did you think they would leave you anything?"

"Then all my efforts were for nothing?" Shen Ge pouted. "I almost died here, senior. It wouldn't make sense if I didn't gain anything, would it?"

"We'll talk about it when you get back. At worst, I'll just give you my little apprentice."

"Alright, I'm heading back now. Remember to return this token to me when you get back."

"Wait, wait a minute." Shen Ge called out to Ji Ziyue, who was about to return the token, and took out the painting she had obtained earlier, asking, "Senior, you should know what this painting is, right?"

Ji Ziyue glanced at the painting, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "You're quite lucky, kid. This painting was done by our Ji Household's third-generation ancestor. It depicts the Cloud-Heaven Bamboo Grove, but that Sword Bamboo was dug up back then. Perhaps some roots remained, and after so many years, they might have grown back again."

"This painting has no other use than a map, but it can only be viewed using a Secret Method of our Ji Household."

"In that case, I will pass on this Secret Method to you as well." With that, she raised her hand and pointed, and a Secret Method appeared in Shen Ge's mind.

Ji Ziyue returned to the token, and judging from the spiritual fluctuations emanating from the token, Ji Rufeng was guilty and would suffer.

At this moment, Shen Ge discovered that Fenghuo had somehow gotten his hands on Ji Rufeng's Storage Bag and was examining its contents.

"Uncle-Master Fenghuo, how was it? Did you gain a lot?" Shen Ge asked with a smile.

Fenghuo smiled somewhat awkwardly, then took out a box from inside and tossed it to Shen Ge: "These pills are for you, the rest are mine, is that alright?"

Shen Ge glanced at the box, then waved it back. "I don't like this thing. Uncle Fenghuo, you can use it yourself. I'll just take his flying sword."

As he spoke, Shen Ge waved his hand, and a flying sword flew out from Ji Rufeng's corpse, along with a bronze mirror.

Fenghuo paused, glanced at the two Law Artifact in Shen Ge, then looked at the Storage Bag in his own hand, and immediately showed a constipated expression.

Shen Ge chuckled, then said irritably, "Uncle-Master Fenghuo, what's with that expression? Feeling cheated? Don't think I don't know, you stole the flying sword from that old man's hand earlier."

Fenghuo Huo coughed, not answering the question, but calmly packed his things and then looked at Shen Ge, asking, "Where to now?"

While erasing the lingering resentment from the Law Treasure Shen Ge said, "There's no need to think about it. It's time to collect my reward."

Fenghuo nodded, then said, "Let's leave here first. I'll find a place to cultivate in seclusion and absorb this pill before we go back. That way, we'll be better equipped to deal with any ambushes."

The two left the island and disappeared into the vast sea.

A few days later, three figures followed a certain aura to the island. They looked at the rocky beach below and remained silent.

"The trail has gone completely cold. What do we do now?" a middle-aged man in a white robe asked, frowning.

"What else can we do? They're dead, so what? It's none of our business." A woman looked down with disgust and said in an unfriendly tone, "So what if the people from the Tianquan Sect died within our Kaiyang Island territory? Do they dare to cause us trouble?"

"That makes sense," an old man said, stroking his beard. "Let's go. The trail has gone cold anyway. Let's go back and let them have their own headaches."

On a small island near the Yellow Sea, Shen Ge glanced at the cave behind him, which was filled with the aura of a dragon, and then waved his hand to reinforce the hidden formation to prevent the dragon's might from leaking out.

"It's been three days already, and it still hasn't been fully absorbed. It seems this pill is quite potent. No wonder it's made from the core of a fourth-tier Demon Beast. I wonder if Uncle-Master Fenghuo can break through to the Nascent Soul after refining it."

Shen Ge shook his head, no longer thinking about these things, and instead began studying the sea chart. After all, the Ji Household's treasure vault was now somewhat dangerous, and it was necessary to understand the surrounding environment.