105: Chapter 105 Waste

Southern Border.

Periphery of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

A chariot pulled by three Soul Transformation Stage Silver Flood Dragons crushed through the void, coming to a halt before a dense miasma forest.

Chu Kuangren sat on the chariot shaft, holding a dragon-skin whip used for driving. The aura on his body was several times heavier than it had been a few days ago. Early Stage Creation Realm.

He had chewed and swallowed that piece of Enlightenment Tea Leaves; without even a ripple of struggle, he had achieved a Breakthrough on the spot.

“Young Lord, the territory of Baicao Valley is just ahead,” Chu Kuangren reported, turning his head.

The carriage curtain was lifted.

Ye Yuan yawned as he stepped out of the carriage cabin.

He stretched, his bones making crisp popping sounds like beans. His Ancient Desolate Magic Body was extremely well-adapted to the Southern Border's environment, which was saturated with a primal, savage aura.

From the forest ahead came the sound of sharp blades slicing through flesh, accompanied by a few short, shrill screams.

Ye Yuan raised an eyebrow.

“Go take a look.”

Chu Kuangren gripped his sword, his figure flickering as he vanished into the woods.

A moment later, a violent collision of True Qi erupted within the forest. Trees fell in swaths, and the miasma was torn open by a large gash of Sword Qi.

Chu Kuangren retreated, a piece of the hem of his Daoist robe having been torn away.

Three Great Yao walked out of the forest.

The leader was a winged black tiger at the Middle Stage of the Creation Realm. Half a length of a human Cultivator's intestines still hung from its tiger claws.

The Southern Border Demon Emperor had suffered a setback at the auction, failing to bid for the Enlightenment Tea Leaves. With a chest full of wicked fire and nowhere to vent it, he had directly ordered a blockade of the Hundred Thousand Mountains' periphery, killing anyone on sight. These Great Yao were frustrated at not finding living creatures to vent on, and just happened to run into Ye Yuan's chariot.

“Humans,” the black tiger spoke in human tongue, licking the blood on its claws. “Tender skin and fair flesh, but not enough to fill the gaps between my teeth.”

Chu Kuangren tightened his grip on his sword hilt. Having just broken through to the Creation Realm, facing a Middle Stage Great Yao was still somewhat taxing.

Ye Yuan jumped down from the chariot shaft.

He patted Chu Kuangren’s shoulder and pushed him behind him.

“This Divine Son was just worrying about not having a place to stretch my limbs.” Ye Yuan cracked his neck and walked straight toward the black tiger.

The black tiger roared, its wings vibrating as it transformed into a bolt of black lightning and pounced. Its claws carried a localized gale that tore at space, aimed directly at Ye Yuan's face.

Ye Yuan did not dodge.

He raised his right hand, fingers splayed open.

The tiger claw struck Ye Yuan's palm.

The expected scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere did not occur. Ye Yuan's hand was as steady as Mount Tai; he didn't even retreat half a step.

The black tiger was stunned.

The Physical Body strength that the Yao Race took pride in was like paper in front of this human.

Ye Yuan flipped his hand and clamped down on the tiger's claw.

“Only this much strength?” Ye Yuan exerted force with his fingers.

The sound of bones shattering was crisp and pleasant to the ear.

The black tiger screamed, wanting to pull its claw back, but it was held in a death grip by Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan’s left hand reached out, directly grabbing one of the black tiger's wings.

He tore it off with force.

Blood rained across the sky.

The entire wing was pulled out by the roots. The black tiger's massive body crashed to the ground, rolling in agony.

Seeing this, the other two Great Yao were so terrified they turned and fled.

“Why run?”

Ye Yuan's figure vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already ahead of the two Great Yao's escape route.

He threw out two punches.

There were no True Qi fluctuations, only pure Physical Body strength.

The heads of the two Great Yao shattered instantly, red and white matter splashing all over the ground.

Ye Yuan flicked the blood off his hands and walked back to the black tiger. The black tiger was still twitching, its eyes filled with terror.

“Go back and tell your Demon Emperor,” Ye Yuan stepped on the black tiger's head, “this Divine Son is here in the Southern Border for a tour. Tell him to clear the path. Otherwise, I’ll go to his nest and pull out his tendons.”

He exerted force with his foot.

The black tiger's head sank into the mud. Ye Yuan lifted his foot and kicked it dozens of yards away. The black tiger scrambled and crawled as it fled into the deep mountains.

From the depths of the miasma forest, a series of dense footsteps approached.

Jian Wuji, holding the precept-breaking blade, rushed out with a dozen Sword Cultivators from the Sword Burial Abyss.

“Monster, die!” Jian Wuji shouted, raising the precept-breaking blade over his head.

Then he saw the ground covered in Yao Beast corpses and Ye Yuan standing in a pool of blood, wiping his hands.

Jian Wuji forcefully pulled back the blade he had swung out, nearly straining his back.

“Divine Son Ye?” Jian Wuji recognized this face that had been so arrogant and domineering at the auction.

Ye Yuan threw the cloth he used to wipe his hands onto the ground.

“Old man, you're late. The meat has all been eaten; only some soup is left.”

Su Qianxue walked out from behind the group of Sword Cultivators. She wore a set of cyan martial attire with a long sword hanging at her waist, looking less frail and more heroic.

“Valley Revered Master of Baicao Valley, Su Qianxue.” She bowed with cupped hands. “Thank you, Divine Son Ye, for stepping in to resolve the situation.”

Ye Yuan sized Su Qianxue up twice.

She was indeed quite pretty. No wonder the main body wanted to turn her into the medicinal ingredient supplier for the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

“It was just a convenient matter,” Ye Yuan waved his hand. “This Divine Son is going into the depths of the Southern Border to find some fun and was just passing through. This dump of yours has pretty terrible scenery.”

Su Qianxue didn't mind Ye Yuan's rudeness.

“The Yao Race has been rioting frequently lately. If Divine Son Ye is heading deep in alone, you must be careful.”

Ye Yuan sneered.

“They are the ones who should be careful of me.”

He turned and jumped onto the chariot. Chu Kuangren cracked the whip, and the three Silver Flood Dragons soared into the air, pulling the chariot as it crashed directly into the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Jian Wuji watched the retreating back of the chariot and clicked his tongue.

“This kid is even more arrogant than I was back in the day.”

Su Qianxue looked at the Yao Beast corpses covering the ground and turned to instruct her Disciples.

“Dig out the Yao cores and bring the corpses back to be used for medicine.”

Waste is shameful. This was the rule set by Pavilion Master Gu.

Central Province, Heavenly Saint City.

The afternoon sun was just right.

Gu Sheng lay on a grand tutor chair, basking in the sun.

A red warning popped up on the System panel.

[Countdown to the opening of the Realm Passage: Seventy-two hours.]

[Coordinates: Directly above Heavenly Saint City.]

[Predicted enemy lineup: Two Upper Realm Immortal Venerables, ten Immortal Lords, and an army of one hundred thousand.]

Gu Sheng looked at this string of numbers.

An army of one hundred thousand.

How many destiny points would that be?

He sat up and called Su Jiuer inside.

“Jiuer, go find a few printing shops and have them print a batch of flyers urgently.” Gu Sheng handed over a sketch he had drawn himself.

Su Jiuer took the sketch and glanced at it.

It read: Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Exclusive Presentation, Live Viewing of the Upper Realm Descent. VIP boxes for ten thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones, regular seats for three thousand. Melon seeds and tea provided, personal safety guaranteed. Ticket purchase includes one Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Protection Talisman.

“Pavilion Revered Master, this...” Su Jiuer held the sketch, sounding a bit hesitant, “The Upper Realm is about to invade, and we're selling tickets?”

Gu Sheng picked up his teacup and took a sip.

“Fighting the war is God King Jiang's business. Making money is ours. Clear division of labor.”

Su Jiuer took the order and went to carry it out.

Once the news broke, the entire Central Province was in an uproar.

The Loose Cultivators and Sect forces that had originally fled the city, upon hearing the words 'personal safety guaranteed,' rushed back overnight.

The prices of inns in Heavenly Saint City increased tenfold, yet a room was still hard to find.

Great Xia Imperial Palace.

Xia Qingyue looked at the flyer in her hand and rubbed her temples.

“This business mind of Pavilion Master Gu is something even I, the Emperor, must sigh in inferiority to.”

The door to the side hall was pushed open.

Ji Ruxue walked out. The aura on her body was restrained to the extreme. Dao Integration Realm.

She glanced at the flyer and tucked the kunlun mirror into her sleeve.

“Since Revered Master dares to sell tickets, it means he has absolute certainty.” Ji Ruxue looked toward the sky, “Jiuyou, you are finally coming down.”

The clouds above Heavenly Saint City began to become extremely unnatural.

The originally white clouds were stained with a layer of dark golden halo. The Laws of Space emitted a tooth-aching grinding sound.

A tiny crack emerged at the very top of the firmament.

A heart-palpitating pressure seeped out from the crack.

The Cultivators in the city looked up one after another, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Top floor of the Star-Plucking Tower.

Gu Sheng leaned against the window, watching that crack.

In the corner, Jiang Taixu was still brewing tea. The water in the kettle was bubbling.

“God King,” Gu Sheng spoke.

“Pavilion Revered Master.”

“Sharpen your sword a bit more.” Gu Sheng shook his folding fan, “The leeks this time are a bit tough.”

Jiang Taixu picked up his teacup and blew on the steam.

“It is but the matter of a single sword strike.”

Western Desolate.

A secret room in the back mountain of the Nine Nether Magic Sect.

Nether Ancestor opened his eyes. His pupils had turned completely pitch black, and the Devilish Qi radiating from his body corroded the stone walls of the secret room into pits.

The first layer of the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art was complete.

He stood up, feeling the surging power within his body.

“Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.” Nether Ancestor sneered, “Once I have swallowed the Buddhist Sects of the Western Desolate, I will go to the Central Province to settle the score with you.”

He walked out of the secret room.

In the direction of the Great Leiyin Temple, the Sanskrit chants of the Three-Life Ancient Buddha were still echoing.

Nether Ancestor transformed into a streak of black light, heading straight for the Great Leiyin Temple.

In the struggle of the Great Era, the weak are prey to the strong.

The foundations of the Buddhist gate would serve perfectly as nourishment for his Demonic Technique.