321: Chapter 321 The Mysterious Box

He could clearly see Liu Xinbing's body rapidly melting away in the flames. The mass of black energy that had invaded his Divine Sense also dissipated quickly under the burning of the fire dragon, like ice meeting fire, leaving not a single trace behind.

The Fire Dragon Technique, empowered by a Heavenly Dao Trait, could not only slay Liu Xinbing but also completely purify this bizarre Yao Race black energy, eliminating any future troubles.

A moment later, the fire dragon gradually withdrew, and the scorching flames slowly dissipated. The heatwave inside the palace also began to recede, leaving only a faint smell of burning and a trace of residual Spiritual Qi.

Where the flames had vanished, Liu Xinbing's body had long since turned to ash. Along with that bizarre black energy, he had completely disappeared. Only a small pile of black ash remained on the ground, proving that the tragic slaying had indeed occurred.

Qin Changsheng looked at the ashes on the ground indifferently. Without pausing, he waved his hand, and a surge of Dharmic power swept Liu Xinbing's dropped Storage Pouch into his grasp.

Just as Qin Changsheng turned his gaze toward the altar, contemplating how to handle the three boxes, a sudden burst of hurried footsteps reached his ears.

In the next instant, three figures charged into the palace like fierce tigers.

These three were all at the First Layer of Golden Core. Their Auras were restless, and their expressions were fierce. As their gazes swept across the palace and landed on the black boxes beneath the statues, a thick look of greed instantly erupted in their eyes.

The Bearded Cultivator leading them took a step forward, glaring fiercely at Wang Cheng as he barked, "Kid, be smart and get away from those boxes! My brothers and I saw these treasures first. If you know what's good for you, get lost and don't delay our treasure collection. Otherwise, don't blame us for being merciless and leaving you without a whole corpse!"

The tall, thin Cultivator beside him chimed in, his tone full of disdain and arrogance, "Exactly! Looking at you, you don't seem like someone with any real skill. Get lost before you lose face! The three of us working together can crush you as easily as an ant!"

The final Cultivator crossed his arms, staring at Wang Cheng with sinister eyes. A mocking smile played on his lips, and though he didn't speak, he released his First Layer of Golden Core Aura. Together with the other two, they formed a pincer position, clearly agreeing with their words and intending to use their Pressure to force Wang Cheng to back down.

Qin Changsheng, far away in the hidden courtyard on the outskirts of the Liuhuo Mountain Range, saw everything through his Divine Sense.

There wasn't a hint of displeasure in his eyes; instead, an imperceptible flash of joy flickered through them.

He had just been worrying about how to deal with those three boxes containing the black energy of Possession.

Now that these three Cultivators had delivered themselves to his doorstep, they were the perfect 'pawns'.

These three looked fierce and spoke arrogantly; at a glance, they weren't good people. They were likely the type who spent years in the cultivation world robbing others on the road, being ruthless and cold-blooded.

Qin Changsheng could have Wang Cheng feign retreat to lure these three into taking the boxes. Once they were invaded by the black energy and trapped in the agony of Possession, he would have Wang Cheng activate the Fire Dragon Technique to slay them along with the black energy. This way, he wouldn't have to risk touching the boxes himself and could eliminate these three potential troubles—killing two birds with one stone.

The moment he received the command, Wang Cheng slowly backed up a few steps and stood in a corner of the palace. He acted as if he were truly intimidated by the Auras of the three Cultivators, not daring to approach the altar or the boxes again, not even uttering a single word of protest.

Seeing Wang Cheng like this, the three Cultivators immediately broke into triumphant smiles. The ferocity and wariness on their faces faded, replaced by deep disdain and contempt.

The bearded leader burst out laughing, his tone full of mockery, "Hahaha, so he's just a coward! I thought he was something special, but I didn't expect him to shrink away just from a little intimidation. What a waste!"

The tall, thin Cultivator also sneered and shook his head, "What a waste of our time. I thought I'd have to teach this kid a lesson, but he's so spineless. It looks like the treasures in this altar belong to us three brothers!"

The last Cultivator lowered his arms, looking a bit more smug as he walked quickly toward the altar, "Don't waste time on this trash. Let's take the boxes quickly to avoid any more complications or attracting other Cultivators."

The three didn't suspect any trickery in Wang Cheng's retreat, nor were they wary of any hidden dangers within the boxes on the altar. They simply assumed Wang Cheng was cowardly and weak, not daring to oppose them.

They rushed toward the altar excitedly, their eyes fixed on the black boxes, greed nearly overflowing from their gazes.

They had seen countless treasures and naturally knew these boxes were extraordinary.

There were surely Earth-Grade or higher treasures hidden inside.

The Bearded Cultivator reached out first, and the other two couldn't contain their urgency either, raising their hands as all three grabbed for the boxes on the altar simultaneously.

The bearded one grabbed for the box under the wolf-head statue, the tall one lunged for the box under the tiger-head statue, and the last one aimed for the box under the snake-head statue. Their movements were frantic, eyes filled with determination to claim them.

The moment the three touched the boxes, a sudden change occurred!

Three bursts of extremely dense black energy erupted from the boxes almost simultaneously. The black energy was like venomous snakes breaking free from their shackles, carrying a bone-chilling cold and a bizarre Yao Race Pressure. With a malevolent Aura that seemed capable of destroying heaven and earth, it instantly broke free from the boxes' confinement and surged frantically toward the three Cultivators.

The Speed of the black energy was extreme, far exceeding the reactions of the three Cultivators. In just an instant, it followed their arms and flooded into their Divine Senses like a tide.

With no room for a buffer, the greed and triumph on the three Cultivators' faces instantly froze, replaced by extreme pain and fear, exactly like Liu Xinbing's previous state.

"Ah—!" Three incredibly shrill screams erupted simultaneously within the empty altar palace. Intertwined, they were even more piercing than Liu Xinbing's, making one's hair stand on end.

The Bearded Cultivator's body convulsed violently. He clutched his head with both hands and curled up on the ground. Black energy began to seep from his seven orifices. His face was as pale as paper, his eyes bloodshot, and he let out non-stop wails of agony.

The tall, thin Cultivator twisted his body frantically. His Divine Sense was being devoured by the black energy, every inch of his Soul enduring heart-wrenching pain. Even maintaining his form became exceptionally difficult.

The final Cultivator collapsed on the ground, trembling all over. His eyes were unfocused, and his originally sinister face was now written with despair. His screams gradually grew weak, and his consciousness was rapidly blurring.

Qin Changsheng, back in the courtyard, saw everything through his Divine Sense, his eyes showing no emotion.

Without the slightest hesitation, he sent a mental command through his Divine Sense to his Incarnation, Wang Cheng, ordering him to slay these people.

The moment he received the command, Wang Cheng raised his hand and waved it fiercely. A ball of scorching fire instantly ignited in his palm. The flames were a deep crimson, mixed with dazzling golden patterns, emitting a massive heatwave and a unique Pressure.

This was the Fire Dragon Technique enhanced by the [Fire God] trait. The scorching breath instantly swept through the entire palace, dispelling the bizarre black energy and chill in the air.

"Go!" Wang Cheng shouted softly, flinging the flames from his palm. The fire instantly surged, transforming into three massive fire dragons. Each dragon was lithe and vigorous, with crimson eyes, spitting scorching flames. Carrying a world-destroying power, they lunged fiercely toward the three Cultivators curled on the ground.

Wherever the fire dragons passed, the Demonic Qi and black energy in the air were instantly incinerated. Even the black runes on the palace walls dimmed slightly. The scorching flames seemed ready to burn the entire palace to the ground.

The three Cultivators had long since lost any ability to resist. They could only struggle in pain on the floor. Even though they felt the terrifying Pressure of the fire dragons, they were unable to make any move to dodge.

In just an instant, the three fire dragons wrapped around each of them. The scorching flames frantically burned their bodies and the black energy that had invaded their Divine Senses, making a crackling sound as they burned.

The screams and the shrieks of the black energy being burned intertwined, gradually growing faint until they completely vanished.

Under the burning of the fire dragons, the three Cultivators' bodies rapidly melted and carbonized. Along with the black energy inside them, they were completely purified by the flames enhanced by the Heavenly Dao Trait [Fire God], leaving not a single trace.

A moment later, the fire dragons gradually withdrew and dissipated. The heatwave in the palace also slowly receded, leaving only a faint smell of burning and three piles of black ash on the floor.

Beside the ashes, three undamaged Storage Pouches lay quietly.

Wang Cheng stood where he was, then slowly stepped forward. With a wave of his hand, three surges of Dharmic power swept out, gathering the three Storage Pouches into his hand, which he then casually tucked into his own Storage Pouch.