Chapter 321: Killing the Minor to Draw Out the Elder

“Ah…”
Another scream echoed as Lao Hei’s claws stirred slightly inside Tai Wu’s abdomen.
If he were outside, the Yuan Ying Ancestor would have ways to block his pain nerves and avoid such torment, but inside the Immortal Prison, he no longer had such abilities.
More screams followed until Tai Wu felt Lao Hei’s claws touching his Yuan Ying. Only then did he beg for mercy: “Okay, okay! I’ll give it to you!”
Tai Wu’s Divine Blade emerged from his body, shrinking from the size of a sewing needle to a giant sword several meters long. In an instant, it slashed toward Lao Hei.
The Divine Blade also had its own spirit; with just a thought from Tai Wu, it could attack on its own.
Buzz…
Without even moving, Lao Hei used some force within the Immortal Prison to trap Tai Wu’s Divine Blade mid-air, preventing it from moving.
It was just an elite spiritual treasure, and being inside the Immortal Prison’s world, how could it compare to the power of the Immortal Prison Pagoda?
Smack!
Lao Hei flipped Tai Wu’s Divine Blade to the ground with a slap. With thuds, the blade struggled like a fish thrown onto shore before being crushed under Lao Hei’s foot.
“Here, I’m the boss,” Lao Hei snarled, his fangs bared. “You little scum still dare to struggle? You’re just asking for trouble!”
As he roared, he stepped on Tai Wu’s Divine Blade several times.
Buzz buzz buzz…
The blade emitted a mournful humming sound.
Any elite spiritual treasure would be cherished and protected by anyone who possessed it. Normally, its spirit was so proud—how could it bear such humiliation today?
Su Che and Lao Hei didn’t care about the spirit’s feelings at all, as they had no intention of subjugating it. Instead…
“Strip away the spirit and devour the treasure!”
Lao Hei roared.
Swish!
The Divine Blade was sucked into the air by some force, shattered into fragments, and turned into streaks of starlight, absorbed by the Immortal Prison Pagoda.
“Ah…”
Tai Wu, lying on the ground, let out a mournful cry, his eyes nearly splitting open in agony. His most beloved treasure had been completely destroyed, leaving him heartbroken.
“Stop crying like a fool!”
Bang! Ignoring his severe injuries, Lao Hei kicked him away. “Your little lover isn’t dead yet. Stop acting like a pig being slaughtered.”

“The little lover” refers to the spirit of the Taiwu Divine Blade. The Immortal Prison saw no need to devour that spirit, choosing instead to preserve its consciousness. All that could be seen was a fist-sized mass of light floating in the air—nothing but the spirit without a host body. Normally, if a magical artifact is damaged, its spirit would dissipate, just as a cultivator’s vital energy leaving the body cannot remain in a tangible form. Yet within the Immortal Prison, such impossibilities become possible—vital energy can take the shape of a crystal ball, and a spirit’s consciousness can manifest as a small mass of light. With a gesture of his hand, Lao He drew that mass of light into his palm; with a simple squeeze, a strange scream was heard—the spirit could actually emit sound, screaming like a bullied girl. In just a few swift movements, Lao He’s thick claws shaped that mass of light into a “little figure” with arms and legs but no pants, and its pitiful and aggrieved expression could even be seen clearly. *Slap!* With another flick of his hand, another scream echoed as the glowing little figure was sent flying somewhere unknown. “Go find somewhere to play, little brat!” Lao He patted his claws, showing off his tyrannical demeanor. After finishing the interrogation and dealing with the spirit “little figure,” what form had the elite spiritual artifact, the Taiwu Divine Blade, taken after being devoured? Su Che had already seen the two Bi Dan beasts carved above the gates of the Immortal Prison. The one on the right held a long sword under its front paw—exactly the original form of the Taiwu Divine Blade. At the same time, Su Che’s mind flashed with realization; he had acquired another divine ability—one that Taiwu had used many times to attack the wealthy: Sky-Splitting Slash. From now on, whenever he used Sky-Splitting Slash, the Taiwu Divine Blade would appear automatically, unleashing its powerful attack. Moreover, as his cultivation improved, the power of this ability would grow as well. “Six divine abilities already…” Su Che thought to himself. “Six divine abilities mean that when it’s time to form an infant soul, the success rate will increase by 60%. Additionally, when reaching the later stage of the Golden Core phase, I can master another divine ability, bringing the success rate to 70%.” Lao He laughed. “Master, I bet you’ll gain at least three more divine abilities before forming your infant soul, with a 100% success rate.” “I have no doubts about that either,” Su Che replied with a calm smile, full of confidence. As long as the Immortal Prison existed, forming an infant soul wouldn’t be a problem for him.

The internal affairs have been temporarily handled; it’s time to deal with the external ones now.
Su Che sent a mental message to the giant heart and asked, “That drop of precious blood you gave me last time—only one-tenth of it has been absorbed so far. Is there any way to help me absorb it more quickly?”
The giant heart responded with action.
The flesh walls writhed, and a huge single eye reappeared. In an instant, a red light shone out, enveloping Su Che.
Bathed in the red light, Su Che immediately felt his bodily functions accelerating at lightning speed. Especially the flow of energy and blood within his body surged like a dam breaking, emitting a loud roaring sound.
The blood flowing through the heart continuously washed over that drop of mysterious blood, and soon it began to melt, disintegrate, dilute, and blend into his own blood.
Creaking…
His bones made a crisp sound, as if thousands of bamboo poles were being crushed.
Hissing…
The sounds from his internal organs were even more terrifying, as if they were submerged in corrosive venom, bubbling noisily…
These sounds were frightening, but Su Che knew clearly that these were all good signs—his body was being strengthened from within, in an extremely thorough manner.
“What changes would occur if I absorbed all of this precious blood, with such immense energy within it?”
As he underwent this strengthening, Su Che was filled with anticipation. He never expected that the giant heart would fulfill his request without hesitation, without causing him any difficulties at all.
It could only be said that it truly had a kind heart toward him!
During the process of strengthening, Su Che couldn’t sense the passage of time at all. Before he knew it, three days had passed…
In the main hall of Tianxuan Sect, seven Yuan Ying ancestors gathered together, as they had already received news from Wuji Sect and had a general understanding of how Su Che had acquired such vast wealth.
“This child’s good fortune is truly beyond description!”
Xuan Zhong laughed. “Just a trip to Lingyao Mountain turned the top alchemy sect in the cultivation world upside down. Then he went to the Arctic Sea within Taiyi Sect and obtained such a precious defensive treasure as wealth. Haha, my disciple is truly omnipotent!”
The other ancestors nodded in agreement, but only Elder Qingxuan spoke in a grave tone, “He’s still a bit reckless. Without Wuji Sect’s help, the battle for wealth would have been an unsolvable dilemma.”

“Speaking of this, one can’t help but wonder why Tianyin from Wuji Gate would take the risk to save Tianyu?” The supreme master guessed, “There must be a reason behind this…”
Zixiao said, “Tianyu doesn’t want to talk about these things, so we shouldn’t pry. It’s normal for young men and women in their twenties to have some entanglements.”
“These matters aren’t important. What’s important is…” Qiu Yue was quite worried about Su Che’s safety. Seeing that they hadn’t discussed how to help him yet, she grew anxious and asked, “Why are we still sitting here talking nonsense? Those people from Taixu are still blocking Tianyu at the entrance of the Wind and Thunder Desolate Land. We should go there immediately and rescue him.”
“Sister, don’t worry,” Xuan Zhong said. As Su Che’s mentor, he knew best about his experiences. “The Wind and Thunder Desolate Land can’t trap Tianyu. He can dive underground and return to the sect through the demonic realm beneath the earth.”
“Oh?”
Qiu Yue became curious. As far as she knew, the Wind and Thunder Desolate Land had no way out above or below, with only one path in and out.
“Then, since three days have passed, why hasn’t he returned yet?” With a motherly concern, she pressed further.
“Maybe he’s encountered other opportunities and is temporarily delayed…”
Xuan Zhong shook his head and sighed, “Everything this kid does is earth-shattering. If we worry about everything, we’ll either be scared to death or worried to death by him. Anyway, I’ve gotten used to it. I try not to overthink or worry too much. I believe he has his own ways to turn misfortunes into good fortune and luck.”
“I don’t like hearing that!”
Showing her typical maternal affection, Qiu Yue spoke to all the men present, “All I know is that if our own child is being bullied outside, it would be utterly unacceptable for us elders to stay silent. Even if Tianyu can leave through the underground, why should we tolerate those guys blocking the entrance and bullying him? I think it’s a matter of attitude!”
The six male Yuan Ying ancestors in the hall fell silent for a moment.
Although Qiu Yue’s view seemed a bit ‘domestic,’ it had to be said that it made some sense.
Those people from Taixu were all at the Yuan Ying stage, which meant a group of adults teaming up to steal something a child had worked hard to find, and they were still surrounding him there, refusing to give up.
Even if Su Che had the ability to overcome this ordeal, as his elders, they should indeed step forward and confront those people…
“Xuan Zhong, Qiu Yue, stay and guard the sect.”

The Supreme Patriarch made an immediate decision: “The five of us will go for a walk to stretch our limbs a bit.”
“Good!”
The four Supreme Elders—Qing Xuan, Guang Wu, Mu Ye, and Zi Xiao—all stood up.
“Bring out the two great artifacts of our sect!” the Supreme Patriarch ordered sharply.
With a swish, two beams of light flew out from the inner hall and landed in the hands of the Supreme Patriarch, who was already in the later stage of the Yuan Ying realm, and Elder Qing Xuan.