46: To dare insult one's master is to die a luxury.

Although Mu Qingxue and Luo Ximei also harbored doubts, their trust in Revered Master had long surpassed everything else.

Since Revered Master said it was fake, then it must be fake!

They were just curious how Revered Master saw through this disguise that even they couldn't differentiate.

Above the high platform, Wealthy Noble was already drenched in cold sweat, his face ashen.

He knew better than anyone that the existence in the heaven character qian private box would never speak without reason.

But... but this divine ginseng, he had personally authenticated it dozens of times, how could it be fake?

In the deathly silence of the entire venue, Su Lin's calm voice rang out again, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"A true quasi-divine medicine is a darling of the Laws of Heaven and Earth. It has nine orifices within, corresponding to nine types of Great Dao Origin, endlessly cycling and forming its own circulation.

The Qi it emits should be restrained and gentle, a pulsation of the Origin of life, rather than like this one before us, which is merely an empty shell. Its Qi, though strong, is impure and chaotic, like a rootless duckweed."

He extended a finger, pointing remotely at the ginseng emanating brilliant glow within the jade box.

"Look at its nine orifices; though their light is bright, it flickers inconsistently, and the frequency of its flashes is without pattern.

This is not a resonance of the Great Dao, but rather a sign that the immense spiritual power forcibly injected into it is about to spiral out of control."

"This item is merely a Nine-Leaf Soul-Returning Grass of some age, forcibly cultivated and transformed by someone using a supreme secret technique, and then infused with the essence of nine different types of Demonic Cores to disguise it as having nine orifices."

Su Lin's voice paused, a faint sneer gracing his lips.

"The person who cultivated this item did so with rather skillful techniques, but unfortunately, they failed to draw a tiger and instead drew a dog.

This thing, let alone helping someone Breakthrough, if a Cultivator with weaker cultivation were to consume it, their Dantian would explode and their Divine Soul would be annihilated in an instant by the nine conflicting demonic energies.

Calling it a deadly poison would even be an overstatement."

These words were like buckets of ice water, harshly dousing the heads of all the fervent Cultivators present!

"What? Fake?"

"It's actually a cultivated poison?!"

"I knew it, how could such a divine item easily appear in the world!"

Wealthy Noble on the high platform turned ashen, his hands trembling as he used a secret technique to investigate. Sure enough, at the root of the ginseng, he discovered a trace of almost imperceptible Demonic Qi that was completely out of place with the rest!

The truth was revealed!

At this, the entire venue's gaze towards Tang Sang completely changed.

If before it was mockery and disdain, now, only pure killing intent remained!

"You great swindler! How dare you trick us with a fake!"

"I almost got fooled by this dog! Ten Thousand Treasures Tower! You must give us an explanation!"

"Kill him! This person harbors malicious intentions, he must be an foreign spy!"

"No... no! I don't know! This isn't mine!"

Tang Sang was utterly panicked. His face was devoid of color as he frantically retreated, babbling incoherently in his defense.

Tang Sang's eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed towards the heaven character qian private box like a madman, letting out a heart-wrenching roar: "You ruined me! I'll kill you!"

He no longer cared about anything else, transforming into a bloody stream of light, recklessly crashing towards Su Lin's private box!

Just as Tang Sang was about to collide with the private box, two delicate shouts, filled with extreme disdain, rang out almost simultaneously.

Mu Qingxue didn't even stand up, merely waving her delicate hand lightly in the air.

A seemingly paper-thin ice wall silently materialized in front of Tang Sang.

At the same time, Luo Ximei lazily extended a jade finger and lightly pointed in Tang Sang's direction.

"Bang!"

Tang Sang's full-force strike, which had burned all his essence, Qi, and spirit and was certain to succeed, collided with the ice wall. The ice wall remained motionless, while he himself was shaken, all his bones breaking, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"With just this little ability, you dare to bark in front of Revered Master?"

Mu Qingxue's jade finger lightly lifted, ready to completely obliterate this ant.

"Oh, Seventh Junior Sister, don't be so impatient."

A soft, boneless jade hand gently pressed against hers. Luo Ximei lazily stood up, taking a step. Her figure, like a phantom, pierced through the crystal wall of the private box, silently appearing before Tang Sang.

She leaned down, examining this "Son of Destiny" who was sprawled on the ground, unable even to crawl, with great interest, her charming eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Killing him so quickly, how boring would that be? Daring to displease my Revered Master, he must pay an interesting price, mustn't he?"

Tang Sang looked up in horror, only to see a sweet smile on that peerlessly beautiful face that could captivate all beings, but in the depths of her eyes lay an unfathomable cruelty and coldness.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but found that an invisible Devilish Qi had already sealed his entire body, making even moving a finger a luxury.

"Let me think..." Luo Ximei extended a slender jade finger, lightly touching her red lips, tilting her head, and displaying an innocent, troubled expression, "How should I deal with you, little insect?"

Before her words finished, several pink Devilish Qi threads, thinner than hair, suddenly shot from her fingertip.

These threads were not an attack, but rather, like living spirit snakes, they followed his Meridians and coiled around his newly formed Nascent Soul!

He could clearly feel his Nascent Soul, the most fundamental and fragile Origin of a Cultivator, being wrapped and tightened by those pink Devilish Qi threads, circle after circle, as if it were about to be squeezed to death!

Even more terrifying, those Devilish Qi were not merely a confinement.

They were also continuously releasing a Soul-snatching, captivating power, repeatedly scouring his Divine Soul.

Making him oscillate between the deepest terror and the sweetest illusion, tearing him apart, unable to live or die!

"Giggle giggle..." Luo Ximei looked at his face, contorted by extreme pain, and let out a bell-like, delicate laugh.

"How is it? Does this taste good?"

"Your mouth, wasn't it quite eloquent just now? Why can you only scream now?"

"You... you devil!"

"Devil?" Luo Ximei tilted her head, then laughed even more happily.

"Thank you for the compliment. To let someone as ignorant as you witness true fear before death, it can be considered a good deed for the day."

This demoness... she wasn't killing people, she was playing with Souls!

Luo Ximei seemed very satisfied with her masterpiece. She admired Tang Sang's painful, contorted expression, as if appreciating a beautiful painting.

"Seventh Junior Sister, look, isn't his expression now much cuter than that arrogant look he had just now?"

Mu Qingxue's clear, cold eyes showed no ripples, merely a faint "Mhm."

In her opinion, as long as it made Revered Master happy, whatever Fifth Senior Sister did was correct.

However, just as Luo Ximei was about to further intensify the torment...

A murderous aura instantly dispersed all the noise and panic in the venue.

Dozens of black-clad figures, wearing dark black attire, silver masks, and without any spiritual power fluctuations, surged in like ghosts.