Su Yueli nodded. An inheritance from a Twelfth Realm grand cultivator meant this secret realm expedition would be extremely fierce.
However, she walked the path of a Ji Dao martial artist and had absolutely no interest in the inheritance of a cultivator's techniques.
She was going there purely to slaughter the high-level demon beasts inside the secret realm, using their flesh, blood, and essence to forcefully temper her physical cultivation technique.
“What is the strength of the demon beasts inside?” Su Yueli asked coldly.
The old man exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and gestured with his withered fingers. “The outer perimeter mostly has Seventh Realm demon beasts. Rumor has it there are Eighth Realm old monsters in the core region. However, hundreds of years have passed, and no one can say for sure what the ecosystem inside has become. Entering that place is gambling with your life. It all depends on luck.”
Su Yueli acknowledged this, collected her thoughts, and prepared to leave. Behind her, the old man cheerfully called out to wish his customer a safe journey.
Leaving the Dark Fiend Domain, Su Yueli walked down the dilapidated streets of Hanwu City, planning her next steps.
With her current Ji Dao combat power, crossing realms to slay Fifth or Sixth Realm cultivators was as easy as slicing vegetables.
But if she entered the Myriad Bones Wasteland, where even Eighth Realm demon beasts might roam, her Eleventh Realm strength might not be enough. One careless mistake could lead to her downfall.
“I must first find a safe and secluded place to consume the Mountain-Suppressing Blood Pill I just traded for, and forcefully break through the gates of the Twelfth Realm.”
After all, without enough strength, going in would just be seeking death. That was what Su Yueli thought.
Before she could walk much further, several sharp, piercing sounds of rushing air suddenly echoed from the space behind her.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Three figures emitting fluctuations of spiritual power lunged out from the darkness, blocking her path and sealing off any escape routes with extreme speed.
Su Yueli looked closely and saw three cultivators wearing mismatched Taoist robes. Judging by their auras, they all possessed Fifth Realm cultivation.
These three must have targeted her back in the Dark Fiend Domain.
Seeing a mortal with absolutely no spiritual energy fluctuations casually whip out five hundred mid-grade spirit stones to buy premium intelligence, they assumed she must have other valuable treasures on her, instantly marking her as a walking fat sheep.
The leading cultivator sneered, his greedy gaze sweeping over Su Yueli. “Little girl, you're just a vulgar mundane martial artist. Isn't holding onto so much premium intelligence and space rings a bit too hot for you to handle? If you know what's good for you, hand everything over, and we'll give you a quick death.”
A robbery?
Feeling the other party's unmasked, tangible killing intent, Su Yueli's right hand twitched slightly beneath her long sleeve.
Within her flesh, the fist blade Xiaohei seemed to sense its master's boundless killing intent, trembling slightly between her knuckles in an intense craving for blood.
Beneath her mask, Su Yueli's eyes instantly turned ice-cold, and a mocking smile curled her lips.
“Robbing me? If I were you, I would turn around and scram right now, lest you don't even get the chance to visit your families in their dreams later.”
In the narrow, labyrinthine alleys of the black market, Su Yueli's cold voice slowly drifted out.
The three men opposite her froze for a moment before bursting into low, mocking laughter.
The scarred cultivator in the lead took a step forward, unreservedly releasing his Fifth Realm mid stage spiritual pressure, causing the surrounding mottled brick walls to rustle and shake.
The other two fanned out to the left and right, faintly sealing off all of Su Yueli's retreat paths.
In their eyes, the woman before them had no trace of a traditional cultivator's spiritual energy fluctuations.
Such methods of hiding one's cultivation were common in the black market, usually indicating one of two scenarios: either she was an unfathomable old monster, or she was an utterly defenseless fat sheep relying entirely on a magic treasure to conceal her aura.
If it were the former, she would never have haggled with the shopkeeper over a few hundred mid-grade spirit stones for border intelligence.
Therefore, this woman was definitely the latter.
“Little girl, don't be so hot-tempered.”
The scarred cultivator grinned, his eyes filled with greed. “We saw everything clearly from outside. You just spent five hundred mid-grade spirit stones just to ask for information. The cultivation world is all about fate, and what's seen is shared...”
“So, hand over the information you bought and your storage bag, and we'll let you go. Otherwise, several nameless people die in this black market every day, and no one even buries their bodies.”
Su Yueli frowned, falling into deep thought.
She walked the path of pure physical martial arts, using the flesh and blood of myriad races as fuel to forcefully break through her realms.
Right now, at full combat capacity, it wouldn't be too difficult for her to beat ordinary Fifth or Sixth Realm cultivators to death.
But what was the core essence of a longevity novel? It was being cautious—obtaining resources while avoiding trouble as much as possible.
But if trouble knocked on her door, she wouldn't waste time with empty threats; she would kill them and scatter their ashes.
This was the outskirts of the black market. Although remote, there was no guaranteeing that Seventh or even Eighth Realm old monsters weren't spying from the shadows.
She had to resolve the fight within three seconds. She absolutely could not unleash her physical blood qi on a large scale, as that pure aura of essence blood would attract real trouble.
She had to use pure physical strength to kill these people instantly.
With this in mind, the cold sneer on Su Yueli's face gradually faded, replaced by a perfectly acted hint of panic and struggle.
“You... how did you know I bought information?”
She intentionally made her voice tremble slightly, cooperating by taking half a step back.
This retreat, in the eyes of the three Fifth Realm cultivators, was a clear signal that she had completely broken down.
“Little girl, you've chosen a dead end.”
The skinny cultivator on the left snickered, twirling a short knife in his hand. “Hanging around the black market and you don't even know the rule of not flaunting your wealth? Cooperate nicely to save yourself some physical pain. We only want your money, not your life. Don't force us to get rough.”
Seeing Su Yueli like this, the last shred of doubt in the scarred cultivator's mind completely vanished.
When a true expert faced an ambush, their eyes wouldn't lie.
Although the woman in front of them wore a mask, her lack of confidence was obvious. It seemed she was indeed a second-generation cultivator who had stolen spirit stones from her elders to see the world.
In this psychological warfare, Su Yueli had already won.
She had successfully made them lower their most basic guard. In the cultivation world, arrogance was often the first step toward the underworld.
“Since that's the case...” Su Yueli lowered her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. As if resigning herself to her fate, she slowly slid her right hand out of her sleeve.
Seeing this, the three of them instinctively looked at her right hand, anticipating the storage ring filled with spirit stones and secrets.
However, what they saw was a streak of ultimate darkness.
And a cold, indifferent voice.
“In your next life, don't be so confident.”
Su Yueli whispered.
Boom!
There was no sky-covering spiritual light or roaring spells. There was... only the sonic boom of air exploding, triggered by speed and strength refined to the absolute limit.
The ground where Su Yueli had just been standing instantly caved into a deep crater—a testament to the terrifying reaction force generated by her physical exertion!
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