190: Tell them to keep up, don't lose them.

Tianbao City, City Lord's Mansion.

Inside the top-floor study, Ghost—the former king of assassins, now a sweeping manservant—was standing respectfully in front of the desk.

Opposite him sat Immortal Master Huoyun of the Danyang Chamber of Commerce, the Lord of the Blood Fiend Tower, and the chairmen of several top chambers of commerce in Tianbao City.

Any one of these people, if they were to simply stomp their feet, could make the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland tremble.

Yet at this moment, they were all sitting upright, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Everyone's gaze was directed with awe toward the black-robed figure standing by the window with his hands behind his back.

No, to be precise, they were looking at the ancient Mysterious Light Mirror in his hand.

The mirror clearly reflected Qin Feng and his group of four, as well as the few sneaky "tails" behind them.

"A bunch of idiots."

Ghost looked at the stalkers in the mirror who thought they were well-hidden, and for the first time, a trace of undisguised contempt appeared on his always expressionless face.

With the Master's strength, let alone these Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators—even if a Tribulation Crossing Great Power or even a Quasi-Emperor came in person, as long as they dared to harbor any crooked thoughts, there would only be one outcome:

Death.

"Ghost."

Qin Feng's voice suddenly rang out.

"Yes, Master." Ghost quickly bowed.

"Go tell them." Qin Feng pointed at the stalkers in the mirror who were still feeling pleased with themselves, and said indifferently, "Tell them that I am taking my Wives to the "Soul Severing Valley" outside the city to enjoy the scenery."

"Let them follow closely, and don't lose the trail."

"Yes, Master!"

Ghost received the order, his figure flickered, and he vanished from the spot.

In the study, when the big shots heard the three words "Soul Severing Valley," their expressions changed in unison!

The Soul Severing Valley—that was one of the most famous forbidden zones outside Tianbao City!

The valley was shrouded year-round in poisonous miasma that could erode the Divine Soul, and it was infested with countless ferocious Yao Beasts.

Let alone Soul Transformation Stage Cultivators, even a Tribulation Crossing Great Power would risk falling if they rushed in recklessly!

This Master... taking his three Wives to such a place to enjoy the scenery?!

Everyone looked at each other, seeing a trace of deep horror in each other's eyes.

They felt as if they were about to witness another one-sided slaughter worthy of being recorded in history...

...

Meanwhile, in a hidden mountain forest outside Tianbao City.

Several figures were sneaking in the grass—it was the few waves of Cultivators tracking Qin Feng.

At this moment, they had spontaneously united.

After all, the commotion Qin Feng had caused in Tianbao City earlier was too great; going to find trouble alone was tantamount to suicide; only by joining forces was there a glimmer of possibility of success.

"Boss, that kid seems to have headed in the direction of the Soul Severing Valley!"

A thief-eyed Cultivator lowered his voice and said to the burly, scarred, one-eyed man leading them.

This one-eyed man was named "Wang Ba," nicknamed "Duzi," and was the leader of the "Black Wind Fortress," a notorious organization of Loose Cultivators in the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland.

His cultivation had reached the Middle Stage of Soul Transformation, and his mountain-splitting axe was domineering and peerless; there were at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, Cultivators who had died by his hand.

"Soul Severing Valley?"

Hearing this, a greedy light flashed in Wang Ba's single eye.

"A good place! That kid really doesn't take the road to heaven, but insists on breaking into Hell!"

"He thinks that just because he has a little strength, he can be lawless? Once he enters the Soul Severing Valley, under the harassment of that poisonous miasma and the Yao Beasts, let's see how he can still be arrogant!"

"Then we will seize the opportunity to strike—"

A ferocious grin appeared on Wang Ba's face, "Not only will his flying boat and Spirit Stones be ours, but even those three beautiful Wives of his..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

A black shadow appeared behind them without warning.

"Who?!"

Wang Ba was startled and turned his head abruptly!

When he saw the expressionless, gaunt face of the person who had arrived, his single eye instantly widened—

"Gh... Ghost?!"

As a Loose Cultivator who had been licking blood from the edge of a blade for years, how could he not recognize this man who, until recently, was the supreme king of the dark world!

"You... how are you here?!" Wang Ba's voice trembled uncontrollably.

Ghost ignored his shock and just swept his gaze over the crowd with the eyes of someone looking at dead men, indifferently spitting out a few words:

"My Master asked me to bring you a message."

"He said, tell you to follow closely."

"Don't... lose the trail."

"Your Master?"

Wang Ba's brain buzzed, instantly going blank.

He stared blankly at this king of assassins who had once made countless great powers tremble in fear, and then recalled that message filled with a "friendly reminder"—

A thought that he couldn't believe surged crazily into his mind:

Could it be... that this king of assassins had already submitted to that black-robed young man?!

This thought struck his crown like Nine Heavens divine thunder, leaving him completely stunned.

An existence that could make the Blood Fiend Tower's number one assassin willingly become a "servant"... what kind of terrifying character must he be?

And his group had actually dared to try to snatch his treasures and covet his women just now?

This wasn't treasure hunting—this was clearly rushing to be reincarnated!

A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and Wang Ba's face, which had been flushed red with greed, turned as pale as paper in an instant.

"Lord... Lord Ghost..." His lips trembled, his voice distorted, "Is... is there some misunderstanding here? We... we were just passing by! Yes, passing by!"

The Loose Cultivators behind were also scared out of their wits and hurriedly echoed:

"Yes, yes, yes! We were just out for a walk!"

"We don't know anything! We didn't see anything!"

However, Ghost just looked at them coldly, his gaze like he was looking at a pile of corpses.

"The message has been delivered."

"Follow, or don't follow."

"Choose for yourselves."

After speaking, his figure merged into the darkness again, as if he had never appeared.

Leaving behind only a group of pathetic wretches shivering in place, their faces ashen.

"Bos... Boss..." A Loose Cultivator looked at Wang Ba, trembling, "What... what do we do now?"

Wang Ba's expression was uncertain.

Run? He had no doubt that if he turned around to run, the next second that king of assassins would twist off their heads like harvesting wheat.

Don't run? Follow them to the Soul Severing Valley? That was even more of a dead end!

For a time, he fell into a dilemma.

After a long while, a flash of crazy ruthlessness appeared in his single eye!

"Damn it... let's gamble!" He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"Fortune is sought in danger! Although that kid has terrifying strength and an overwhelming background, the fact that he dares to take three women into the Soul Severing Valley alone shows that he is arrogant and doesn't take us seriously at all!"

"This is our only chance!"

"As long as we use the complex terrain and ferocious Yao Beasts of the Soul Severing Valley to scatter the four of them—then concentrate all our strength and spare no cost to capture any one of the women beside him..."

"We still have a chance to turn defeat into victory!"