Chapter 100: Murder and Arson, Golden Belt

  Looking at Ji Qianli, he sneered and walked in front of him, raising the ghost head knife in his hand, about to slash down on him.

  Zhang Shan's eyes gleamed brightly, the soft sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and in the next instant, the Qinghong Sword had stabbed into his opponent's dantian. With another flick of his wrist, his true yuan burst forth, crushing his opponent's qihai into powder.

  Ji Qianli let out a miserable cry as he was sent flying backward by the violent True Essence, his Ghost Head Knife slipping from his grasp.

  The strange sound disappeared, Fang Yiru and Ling Yuwei let out a muffled hum, and softly fell to the sandy ground, panting continuously, but their eyes gradually regained clarity.

  Ji Qianli let out a desperate roar, his face twisted in agony, blood streaming from his seven orifices, and a gaping hole the size of a human head in his lower abdomen that was shocking to behold.

  "Ah...... you little bastard, you actually broke through my Qi Hai! I will definitely tear you into a million pieces!"

  He lay on the ground, struggling but unable to get up, and could only glare at Zhang Shan with a venomous gaze, uttering unconscious curses.

  He was already seriously injured and now Zhang Shan had strangled his vital energy, he was on the verge of collapse.

  "You have committed numerous evil deeds, and sooner or later you will end up like this."

  Zhang Shan snorted and ignored this person's struggle for life, running over to examine the injuries of the two women.

  "Sister Master, what do you think? Is her spiritual soul injured?"

  Zhang Shan asked anxiously, "Isn't damage to one's spiritual soul more difficult to recover from than physical injuries?"

  "It shouldn't be a problem, just a bit of a shock to the mind and soul." Fang Yiru said with a forced shake of her head.

  "I'm fine too, just a bit of a headache..." Ling Yuwei pressed her temples and hummed softly.

  "You all go meditate immediately and see if nothing's wrong. I'll take care of the rest." Zhang Shan said hastily.

  The two women glanced at Ji Qianli who had fallen to the ground and couldn't get up, nodded, then sat cross-legged and began to meditate.

  Zhang Shan walked towards Ji Qianli who was half dead and half alive.

  "Don't be smug, the Xuan Ming Palace won't let you off."

  Ji Qianli knew he was going to die soon, gave up struggling, and gritted his teeth, saying hateful words.

  "Don't deceive yourself or others, a disciple like you who was sent out by the sect to be a demon thief, is probably not even worth mentioning in the eyes of the higher-ups in your Xuanyuan Palace, let alone expecting them to take revenge for you."

  Zhang Shan coldly said, with one sword stroke, his head was cut off. Ji Qianli's head rolled on the sandy ground a few times, still filled with resentment and hatred in his eyes.

  Zhang Shan took off his Su Mei ring, carefully searched around, and after finding a magic core in his brain, he finally shattered his body into powder with one sword, destroying the evidence.

  Next, he found a stone to sit on, protecting the two women on one side and flipping through the Qianli Jiuyou's Xumi Jiezhu on the other.

  As the leader of the thirteen night riders, this group of demon thieves, Ji Qianli's family was quite well-off.

  First, there was that lotus-shaped flight spirit artifact. Although it was only a low-grade flight spirit artifact with eighteen tiers of restriction, its speed couldn't compare to Fang Yiru's twenty-seven tier restricted spirit boat, but it was still pretty good.

  Then a jade slip caught Zhang Shan's attention. After scanning his divine consciousness, he found that it recorded a map of the canyon, with notes on it.

  Zhang Shan looked carefully and his eyes shone with a strange light.

  The above statement says that the canyon is located in the center of Sunset Wilderness, which is the lair of the Demon Thief. Underneath the canyon lies an underground labyrinth, and beneath the labyrinth is said to be the tomb of the Desert King who ruled over Sunset Wilderness a thousand years ago.

  However, after years of exploration by Mo Dao, no entrance to this cave has been found, so some Mo Dao people think it's just a rumor.

  "If there's a chance, it wouldn't be bad to explore a bit, but I reckon we'd have to clear out the demonic thieves of Sunset Wastes first." Zhang Shan thought to himself.

  He put away the jade slip, his divine consciousness continuing to stir within the Susumu seal.

  Have to say, Ji Qianli this great leader plundered a lot of spirit stones.

  There are over 10,000 low-grade spirit stones, but there are more than a thousand mid-grade spirit stones.

  One piece of medium-grade spirit stone is equivalent to one hundred pieces of low-grade spirit stone, so one thousand pieces of medium-grade spirit stone would be equal to one million pieces of low-grade spirit stone.

  Zhang Shan smiled contentedly and continued to dig through it. There were some hundred-year-old spiritual herbs and some unknown medicinal pills.

  Ling'er looked at the dan medicine and said it was used for cultivating demonic powers, so it's useless to him.

  "The Demon Dao Dan medicine is purchased by large merchants in Le Tian Town, and selling it after returning will also bring a lot of income." Zhang Shan thought happily.

  "What is in this jade bottle?"

  Zhang Shan took out a crystal jade bottle from his sleeve and opened it to see that there was half a bottle of green elixir inside, and asked Ling'er.

  Ling's divine consciousness swept over: "Host, this jade bottle contains the true Wu Xian Hun Ye liquid, and it's even a top-grade one. I don't know how it ended up in this person's hands."

  "Is it good stuff? What's its effect?" Zhang Shan's spirit lifted.

  "Zhenwu Huajiang can nourish and strengthen the divine soul, consolidate the foundation and clear the source, repair the damage to the divine soul. It is especially useful when a martial artist breaks through to the Zhenwu realm, increasing the success rate of generating soul techniques during the breakthrough."

  As Ling'er gave a detailed introduction, Zhang Shan also understood the preciousness of this half bottle.

  The key to advancing from Lingwu Realm to Zhenwu Realm is to derive a soul technique.

  Some spiritual martial artists with ninefold true yuan are sufficient, but they have not chosen to break through, worrying that their divine soul is not strong enough, and the derived soul technique will fail.

  Therefore, all warriors are willing to spend more time polishing their divine soul until it is full during the ninefold refinement of Lingwu.

  If you don't want to spend too much time polishing your divine soul, then True Martial Soul Liquid has become a must-have item.

  Low-grade True Martial Soul Liquid can increase a martial artist's soul technique generation rate by 10%, mid-grade is 30%, and high-grade has just reached 60%.

  Because the number of Lingwu Realm is large and the demand is great, the true martial soul liquid is difficult to refine, so it is basically in short supply on the market, and the top-grade ones are even more rare.

  "What a pity it's only half a bottle, not enough for one person to use?" Zhang Shan hesitated, looking at the bottle in his hand.

  "You think it's just drinking water? This half bottle is enough for three people." Ling'er said with a bad tone.

  Zhang Shan was overjoyed: "Really? Then we three people can each have one portion."

  At this time, Fang Yiru and Ling Yuwei woke up from their meditation one after another.

  "How is it? Is your soul all right?" Zhang Shan asked as he walked over.

  "It's okay, the time wasn't long, and my soul only suffered a slight shock. After the meditation just now, I'm fine." Fang Yiru nodded happily.

  "I didn't expect this person to have such a skill, now that I think about it, I'm still feeling scared. By the way, junior brother, how come you weren't affected by him? This time if it wasn't for you, we would be finished." Ling Yuwei said with lingering fear in her heart.

  "I don't know either, maybe it's just that my martial soul can be immune to some negative damage?" Zhang Shan pushed the idea forward.

  The two women thought about it and felt that it was very likely. In the past, he wasn't afraid of the Seven-Colored Butterfly's illusion, last time he dispelled the poisonous fog, now being able to resist the magic sound isn't strange either.

  "Right, sister, this time we're in luck. No wonder people say 'killing someone and setting a fire can bring you a golden belt'."

  Zhang Shan smiled and told the harvest he got from Ji Qianli.

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