Translator: Cinder Translations
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Lei Yue's expression changed slightly. While wielding his short spear to block Mi He's attack, he spoke:
"How do you know about the Bronze Key Coffin? And how do you know it's in my possession?"
Mi He scoffed and replied, "Lei Yue, do you really think you're the only clever one in the world? After you and I explored the Longevity Palace, I searched through the ancient books in the sect's library and finally found a mention of the Longevity Palace in one of the ancient texts. According to it, there is a Bronze Key Coffin in the Longevity Palace. But when I went to the Longevity Palace, I couldn't find any trace of it. The only explanation is that you secretly took the Bronze Key Coffin for yourself."
As soon as she finished speaking, Mi He turned to look at Song Wen below and said loudly, "Cui Huo, let's join forces to take down Lei Yue. The Bronze Key Coffin will be mine, and the cultivation techniques and texts from the Longevity Palace will be yours. What do you think?"
Song Wen smiled slightly.
"Agreed."
Although Song Wen didn't know what the Bronze Key Coffin was, as long as he could obtain the cultivation techniques and texts from the Longevity Palace, his goal would be accomplished.
His brow flashed, and nine transparent spiritual blades began to form.
Seeing that Mi He had actually joined forces with Song Wen, Lei Yue's expression immediately changed drastically.
His body was surrounded by lightning as he fended off the flying swords. Using his lightning escape technique, he began retreating backward.
However, no matter how fast his escape speed was, it couldn't outpace Mi He's Windscale Beast.
With the help of the Windscale Beast's speed, Mi He tightly kept Lei Yue in place, preventing him from escaping the battle.
"Mi He, this person's origins are unclear. If you join forces with him, aren't you worried he might turn on you?" Lei Yue asked.
"You don't need to worry about that." Mi He replied.
"You want the Bronze Key Coffin? I'll give it to you. Why bother fighting?" Lei Yue said.
"If you had revealed the Bronze Key Coffin the moment you obtained it, I would've let you go. But now, it's too late! A dog that turns disloyal has no value anymore."
Mi He clearly already had the intention to kill Lei Yue and was not persuaded by his words.
At that moment, Song Wen's spiritual attack hit.
Lei Yue was horrified. He had no soul-defense treasures, so he could only watch as the nine spiritual blades shot into his sea of consciousness.
Intense waves of pain, like an endless tide, struck his consciousness repeatedly.
Lei Yue gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his forehead.
He endured the excruciating pain, desperately trying to maintain his awareness. He knew that at this life-or-death moment, if he lost his consciousness, he could fall into an irreversible abyss.
At that moment, his entire body's spiritual energy surged, and a massive lightning storm erupted from him, rapidly pouring toward Mi He.
Seeing the torrential lightning storm descending from the sky, Mi He actually smiled.
"Thunderstorm technique! Are you planning to fight to the death?"
Mi He raised her hand and lightly patted the head of the Windscale Beast.
As if receiving a command, the Windscale Beast opened its mouth and unleashed a cold, chilling wind.
Wherever the wind passed, the air quickly condensed into mist and ice crystals, forming a long white fog river.
The violent wind collided with the lightning in the air, creating a distorted vortex of light, devouring the surrounding light.
From a distance, it looked like a giant black hole had appeared in the sky, consuming everything in its path.
Suddenly, a loud booming sound echoed through the heavens and earth.
Blinding light erupted from the vortex of light, exploding like the sun in the sky.
Terrifying gusts of wind began to sweep out, scattering the clouds and mist above and shattering the trees and rocks below.
Taking advantage of this, Lei Yue quickly activated his lightning escape technique and tried to retreat.
However, Song Wen's spiritual blades condensed once again in the center of his brow and shot directly at Lei Yue.
Lei Yue watched as the nine transparent spiritual blades shot toward him, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred, but he was powerless to stop them.
In the end, he could only watch as the nine concentrated spiritual blades pierced into his sea of consciousness.
After enduring successive attacks from the spiritual blades, Lei Yue could no longer maintain his consciousness with sheer willpower.
His escape technique slowed dramatically, and his short spear, which had been entangled with Mi He's flying swords, lost much of its power.
Mi He had been waiting for this moment. A sharp light flashed in her eyes as her flying sword, like a spirit snake emerging from its hole, instantly knocked Lei Yue's short spear aside and struck directly toward him.
The sword light flashed.
Lei Yue's head was sent flying through the air.
Along with it, a small figure, about an inch tall, flew out—the Nascent Soul of Lei Yue.
The flying sword adjusted its course and slashed downward.
"No!"
The desperate voice of Lei Yue echoed from the mouth of his Nascent Soul.
The Nascent Soul exploded.
Lei Yue's decades of effort to cultivate his powerful spiritual energy turned into pure spiritual Qi that returned to the world.
His soul followed, scattering into the void.
At the moment Lei Yue's head was severed, a blood sea seal appeared before Song Wen, from which several blood-red tentacles emerged, reaching toward the fallen remnants of Lei Yue's body.
On the body's finger was Lei Yue's storage ring.
As one of the tentacles neared, the flying sword that had severed Lei Yue's Nascent Soul curved through the air and slashed at the blood-red tentacle.
"Mi He, are you going back on your word?" Song Wen said harshly while controlling the tentacles and striking at the flying sword.
Mi He's expression shifted slightly. After weighing her options, she smiled.
At that moment, the flying sword stopped in mid-air.
"I just wanted to remind you, Daoist, that not everything in Lei Yue's storage ring belongs to you."
Song Wen had cast the blood escape technique twice in quick succession, and Mi He had originally speculated that Song Wen's blood energy would be depleted. But after observing him, it was clear that Song Wen showed no sign of exhaustion.
If Song Wen used the blood escape technique again, Mi He felt she would not be able to stop him.
Mi He had a copy of the cultivation techniques and texts from the Longevity Palace, which she had reviewed many times and found to have little value. There was no need to offend a Nascent Soul cultivator over it.
Though Mi He wasn't afraid of Song Wen, her Beastmaster Sect had many disciples, none of whom were Song Wen's match.
Offending a solitary cultivator like Song Wen could mean endless trouble for the Beastmaster Sect.
Seeing Mi He soften, Song Wen refrained from forcing the storage ring from her. He asked instead:
"Since neither of us trusts the other, how shall we divide the contents of the storage ring?"
Mi He thought for a moment before saying, "How about we open the storage ring from a distance and take what we need?"
Song Wen nodded in agreement, "That works."
With Mi He's spiritual control, everything inside Lei Yue's storage ring was poured out.
Afterward, she tossed the now-empty storage ring to Song Wen.
Upon inspecting the empty ring, Song Wen casually put it away.
Even the smallest mosquito is still meat.
Moreover, this was the largest storage ring Song Wen had ever seen. He intended to keep it for his own use.
(End of the Chapter)
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