111: Chapter 111 Xiao Jingming!

Inside the dungeon, oil lamps flickered, and the light was extremely dim.

Over a hundred Cultivators were tightly locked to stone pillars by iron chains.

Their heads drooped one by one, their auras incredibly weak.

The effects of the Soft-Bone Powder had not yet fully passed; these people didn't even have the strength to lift a single finger.

Xue Wushang walked over slowly and began to count them one by one.

"One, two, three... one hundred and six, one hundred and seven."

His cold voice quickly spread throughout the entire dungeon.

Huh?

Why are there only one hundred and seven people?

That's not right; he clearly remembered that waste saying there were one hundred and eight!

He then counted again, but it was still one hundred and seven.

Xue Wushang's face instantly darkened.

His gaze swept across the entire dungeon, finally landing on a wooden table in the corner.

On the table sat a large wooden bucket, with wet streaks of blood still hanging from the rim.

And beneath the table lay a corpse.

The throat of that corpse was a bloody mess, and the essence blood on the ground had been scraped clean...

"Dammit!"

Xue Wushang suddenly kicked the adjacent wall.

The wall cracked into a spiderweb pattern from the force of the kick.

"Motherfucker! Waste! I wanted living people! Living people!"

He pointed at the corpse on the ground.

His voice became somewhat crazed with rage.

His roar echoed through the dungeon, causing the oil lamps to shake violently.

"Number Three, if I had known, I would have just used you for Alchemy directly! My Blood Sacrifice Formation might very well fail if it's missing even one person! You waste!"

The Cultivators in the dungeon all shrunk their necks in fear at the roar.

A few of the more timid ones had already closed their eyes, their entire bodies trembling.

Just then, a young man wearing a brocade robe in the corner of the prison slowly raised his head.

He looked to be about thirty years old, with a fair complexion.

Even though he was locked in chains, his back remained straight, and there was a hint of unyielding spirit in his eyes.

"Evil creature!"

"I am the Crown Prince of the Nanyun Dynasty, Crown Prince Xiao Jingming."

Crown Prince Xiao Jingming's gaze was firm and utterly fearless.

"You had better release these people quickly."

"Otherwise, my Imperial Father will certainly come looking."

"He is a Heaven-Human Realm Mid-stage powerhouse; once he discovers I am missing, he will surely lead a grand army to raze this place! When that time comes, you will undoubtedly die!"

Hearing this, Xue Wushang instantly turned around.

Then, he burst into loud laughter.

The laughter was sharp and distorted, like the screeching of a night owl, echoing through the dungeon and making one's skin crawl.

"Crown Prince? I think you're just a pathetic loser!"

Once he had laughed his fill, he wiped away the tears brought on by his laughter.

Only then did he walk step by step toward Crown Prince Xiao Jingming, leaning down to stare intently at him with those dark red eyes.

"Do you know where this is? This is your Nanyun Dynasty's Yun Dream Marsh."

"This desolate land is uninhabited for a hundred miles; even if your Imperial Father knows you are here, he won't find the entrance."

"Even if he does find it, you will have long since become a part of my Medicinal Pill."

He reached out and gently patted Crown Prince Xiao Jingming's cheek, as if stroking an object.

"To be able to contribute to me becoming a Land Immortal is an honor for ants like you."

Crown Prince Xiao Jingming's expression changed, a flash of fear appearing in his eyes, yet he still gritted his teeth and spoke.

"You... you demon, you've simply gone mad!"

"Mad? I am perfectly sane."

A wicked smile curled at the corner of Xue Wushang's mouth as he prepared to turn away.

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from among the crowd.

"You had better think this through."

Xue Wushang's footsteps paused, and he slowly turned his head.

In the middle of the crowd, a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight slowly stood up.

He wore a moon-white robe.

Even though he was locked in chains, his entire being still exuded a chilling Sword Intent.

He was the Young Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect in Lanzhou, Great Xia.

Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu!

"We are citizens of Great Xia."

Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu's voice was firm and powerful.

"If you dare harm us in the slightest, and the Emperor of Great Xia learns of this, he will surely mobilize the entire nation's power to grind your bones to powder and scatter your ashes!"

"When that time comes, you won't even be able to become a Land Immortal!"

Xue Wushang looked at Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu, a playful glint flashing in his eyes.

"The Emperor of Great Xia?"

He walked step by step to stand before Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu, reaching out to pinch the other's chin, looking him over from left to right.

"Once you are dead, who will know that I was the one who killed you?"

"Once you've been refined into a Medicinal Pill, who will still be able to recognize you as the Young Sect Master of Great Xia's Qingyun Sect?"

"By the time the armies of Great Xia slaughter their way here, I will have long since become a Land Immortal. When that happens, it's not certain who will be killing whom!"

His tone shifted, and a flash of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes.

"Since you have such guts, we'll start with you in a moment."

Fury burned in Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu's eyes, but he was held fast by the iron chains and could not move.

Xue Wushang released his grip and drew a Triangular Bayonet from his waist.

The blade of this Triangular Bayonet was a strange dark red color.

It was covered in eerie runes, and the blade vibrated slightly, emitting a heart-palpitating aura.

"My, what a fine blade."

He flicked the edge of the blade with his finger, producing a crisp sound.

"I had this specially made for bloodletting."

"With one stab, the blood won't stop flowing, and the wound won't even close."

He brandished the blade, gesturing a few times in front of Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu.

Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu gritted his teeth tightly without saying a word, but his eyes were full of defiance.

However, even so, a flash of regret flickered deep within his gaze.

Dammit!

That day, he should have stayed at the Qingyun Sect to Cultivate.

Instead, on a whim, he had volunteered to go down the mountain for experience.

Just as he had descended the mountain, he had intended to find a household to rest in, but when he turned around, he only saw a man in black.

Then his vision went black, and he fainted.

By the time he woke up, he was already in this place.

If he hadn't gone down the mountain for training that day, this wouldn't have happened!

What to do, what to do!

Although he was at the Grandmaster Realm Early Stage, he was completely defenseless before a top expert like this.

Is it possible he could only wait for death...

But Xue Wushang gave him no time to think.

He slowly stepped forward, unfastened Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu from the stone pillar, grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him all the way to the stone platform in the center of the dungeon.

The surface of the stone platform was extremely smooth and covered in dense blood-patterned Formations, emitting an evil aura.

He pressed Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu's head firmly against the stone platform and locked his limbs with iron chains, not even sparing his fingers.

"Don't bother struggling."

Xue Wushang raised the Triangular Bayonet, its tip aimed at Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu's artery.

"This Soft-Bone Powder was specially developed by me; even if a Heaven-Man Realm expert came, they wouldn't be able to withstand it."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath, a flash of fanaticism appearing in his eyes.

One hundred and eight living people, and he was only short by one.

But thankfully, he had at least collected the blood of the one hundred and eighth person.

Although the success rate might be affected,

he couldn't worry about that much now.

Otherwise, if he waited any longer, he feared something unexpected might happen!

As long as he managed the heat well, refining the Medicinal Pill wouldn't be a problem.

He had already made many preparations; this time, he would definitely succeed!

When that time came, he would be able to Breakthrough and become a true Land Immortal!

What would those experts of Great Xia even matter!

He could crush them with one hand!

But how could Xue Wushang know that after he left Great Xia, the country had already undergone earth-shattering changes!

He licked his lips, the tip of the blade already about to slowly pierce into Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu's throat.

Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu could only slowly close his eyes.

Life is fickle!

Things really don't always go as planned.

He never expected that he, the dignified Young Sect Master of the Qingyun Sect,

would actually die so miserably and so pathetically!

Tears of despair burst from his eyes.

Is it... time to die...

*Boom!*

Suddenly, a massive explosion erupted!

A longsword emitting a brilliant golden light, like a falling meteor, stabbed down fiercely from the ceiling of the dungeon!

*Zheng!*

The longsword was precisely embedded between Xue Wushang and Young Sect Master Chu Jianqiu.

The blade sank more than half a foot into the stone platform, and the hilt vibrated violently, emitting a humming sound.

The vibration caused the entire dungeon to tremble slightly.

Xue Wushang's expression changed drastically, and he lunged back several steps, his pupils suddenly shrinking to the size of pinpricks!

He looked up, staring fixedly at the large hole in the ceiling pierced by the longsword.

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