At this thought, the slick, oily smile of a merchant instantly flooded Wan Fusheng’s face.
“Customer, you certainly have quite the skills. These items are indeed very precious. I need to inspect them carefully. Please, take a seat; I’ll have someone fetch tea from the warehouse immediately.”
While Wan Fusheng was agreeing with a mouth full of promises, his right hand, hidden beneath the sleeve of his broad red robe, had already silently formed a very secretive hand seal.
Buzz.
A faint ripple of spiritual power emanated across the floor.
On the black-gold stone walls surrounding the stone room, several hidden talisman bricks glowed slightly. An isolation barrier specifically designed to guard against powerful enemies and block all talisman transmissions—the “Quiet Wave Array”—had been quietly activated.
A heavy, invisible barrier completely cut off this stone room from the outside world.
Wan Fusheng felt completely at ease. The way he looked at Su Yueli now was as if he were looking at a dead person already lying in a coffin.
However, he had no idea what kind of monster this “mundane mortal” in front of him actually was.
Su Yueli stood where she was, her cold gaze silently watching Wan Fusheng’s little movements beneath his sleeve. Her heart remained undisturbed; she even found it somewhat amusing.
She had currently achieved great perfection in the early stage of the Heaven-Shaking Realm. Her pure physical senses were even more terrifying than those of an ordinary Ninth Realm cultivator.
Wan Fusheng’s supposedly secretive fluctuations of spiritual power were, in her eyes, no different from a red lantern in the night sky.
“The clicking of this guy's abacus is practically hitting me in the face,” Su Yueli sneered inwardly.
She didn’t even bother to interrupt his array-laying, simply watching him until the barrier was completely sealed.
The moment the barrier closed, the smile on Wan Fusheng’s face vanished instantly.
He slowly stood up from the mahogany chair, and the powerful pressure belonging to an early stage Eighth Realm cultivator erupted, causing the air in the stone room to distort.
“Junior, seeing as your cultivation wasn't easy to come by, I’ll give you a chance today.”
Wan Fusheng looked down at Su Yueli from his superior position, his tone cold and condescending. “Leave these things behind, and I will grant you a path to live. Crawl back to your mundane world. Otherwise, this Treasure Pavilion shall be your burial ground today!”
Before his voice had even faded, he raised his right hand. An Eighth Realm flying sword radiating a deep blue watery light condensed out of thin air, its tip pointed directly at Su Yueli’s throat.
“So much nonsense.”
Su Yueli tilted her head and spat out those few words.
She didn't even move Xiaohei, the Emperor-grade Shadow Fist Blades wrapped around her fingers. She simply gave a light grind with her right foot on the floor.
Crack.
The bluestone floor beneath her feet instantly shattered, and Su Yueli’s figure vanished into thin air from Wan Fusheng’s sight.
“So fast! What kind of speed is this?!”
Wan Fusheng’s pupils shrank to the size of needlepoints, and the hair on his body stood on end.
Almost instinctively, he surged his entire body’s spiritual power, propping up a solid, azure-blue protective spiritual light.
In the next instant, Su Yueli’s face, covered by her white floral mask, was already right in front of him.
A very simple straight punch swung toward his chest.
This punch carried not a single ripple of heaven and earth’s spiritual energy. It held only the purest, most extreme physical brute force.
Boom—!
The fist cut through the void, actually creating a piercing white air current channel in mid-air.
The physical wind pressure generated by the compression of her terrifying blood qi shattered Wan Fusheng’s proud Eighth Realm protective spiritual light with savage force before the fist even landed.
“No—!”
Wan Fusheng screamed, the disdain in his eyes completely transforming into soul-shattering despair.
Pschtt!
A dull sound of flesh being pierced rang out.
Su Yueli’s fair and slender fist was like a red-hot iron plunging into tofu, smashing right through the chest of this Eighth Realm grand cultivator.
The violent fist force exploded inside him, instantly turning his internal organs and spine into a spray of shredded meat.
A violent mist of blood erupted from Wan Fusheng’s back, instantly staining the expensive mahogany counter and white jade wall behind him a brilliant crimson.
Wan Fusheng’s eyes bulged as he gripped Su Yueli’s arm. Before the Nascent Soul inside him could even escape, it was melted into nothingness by the golden Ji Dao blood qi flowing over Su Yueli’s arm.
“In your next life, don't try to scheme against a martial artist.”
Su Yueli pulled back her right hand and flicked away the bloodstains.
Thud.
Wan Fusheng’s mangled corpse slumped powerlessly into a pool of blood, his eyes remaining wide open in death.
The isolation barrier in the hall was still running. The low-level cultivators outside didn't even know that their usually high-and-mighty pavilion master had been killed with a single punch in just a few seconds.
Su Yueli strode forward, her long sleeve brushing across the counter as she reclaimed all the storage rings.
Then, she pressed her palms together, and the golden Ji Dao blood qi inside her body vibrated slightly.
A wisp of violent Ji Dao blood fire followed her fingertips and landed on Wan Fusheng’s corpse. A piercing sizzling sound rang out, and in less than three breaths, this Eighth Realm pavilion master was completely vaporized in the stone room, leaving only a pile of black ash.
Su Yueli gave a light blow, and the ashes scattered with the wind.
Physical salvation, professional ash scattering.
Only after finishing all this did Su Yueli unhurriedly walk forward and kick the heavy black-gold door of the stone room, sending it flying.
Boom!
The massive sound echoed through the entire Treasure Pavilion.
The door flew over ten yards away, smashing heavily into the counter in the outer hall, sending stone fragments flying everywhere.
Two Seventh Realm Great Li sect cultivators guarding the door were startled. Just as they were about to shout in anger, a gold-red afterimage appeared before them like a teleportation.
Slap! Slap!
Two incredibly crisp slapping sounds rang out in the silent hall.
The two Seventh Realm cultivators didn't even have time to react before the immense force sent them spinning wildly in the air, crashing heavily against the stone pillars.
Their jaws and teeth were shattered instantly, and many of their bones were broken. They slumped to the floor, reduced to piles of limp mud.
Su Yueli walked over expressionlessly, looking down at the two terrified cultivators. She pulled out two large burlap sacks from her long sleeve and threw them onto their faces.
“Take me to the warehouse.”
Su Yueli’s voice was bone-chillingly cold, devoid of any warmth. “Fill these up with all the ‘Earth Core Marrow,’ ‘Crimson Blood Heavenly Star Grass,’ ‘Nine-Leaf Azure Sun Ganoderma,’ and other ancient martial path bone-tempering herbs in the warehouse.”
“When we settle the bill, I'll use the immortal magic treasures from those dozen storage rings to cover the cost. If you don't fill these two sacks...”
Su Yueli’s right foot paused slightly.
Crack.
The steel-hard stone floor beneath her was instantly stamped with a footprint two inches deep.
“Then you two can stay behind to be buried with your pavilion master.”
The two Seventh Realm cultivators slumped on the floor were trembling all over. How could they dare to say a single word of refusal? Enduring the excruciating pain of their shattered bodies, they crawled along the floor, scrambling to open the underground warehouse of the Treasure Pavilion.
A quarter of an hour later.
As the night grew deeper, the patrol guards of Blackstone City finally noticed the spiritual energy abnormality coming from the direction of the Treasure Pavilion and began to converge on the area.
However, before the large group of cultivator guards could rush through the main gates, a gold-red martial afterimage had already leapt out from a back window of the Treasure Pavilion.
Su Yueli stowed her storage bags and, with her figure flashing repeatedly, completely vanished into the cold night of Blackstone City.
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