“Sizzle sizzle sizzle!”
Like a red-hot branding iron plunged into lard, the tough Myriad Ghosts Devouring Souls Grand Array rapidly melted under the scorching of the qilin true fire, forming a massive hole.
Countless resentful souls within the array touched the true fire, emitting shrill screams before instantly turning to ashes.
“Go!”
Chen Ping shouted lowly. Together with the little qilin, they turned into a cyan and a red streak of light, flashing like lightning through the hole into the medicinal garden.
Upon entering, a rich medicinal fragrance mixed with the fishy stench of yin souls assaulted them.
The valley was divided into countless plots of medicinal fields, planted with all sorts of bizarrely shaped demonic herbs emitting faint glows: flowers resembling ghostly faces, vines dripping black sap, yin soul grass condensed with frost…
“Get to work! Pick the ones with long maturity, the ones full of energy!”
Chen Ping transmitted to the little fire qilin, while he himself shuttled through the fields like a phantom.
Both hands moved together, chaotic immortal force forming two invisible large hands. Wherever they passed, those precious demonic herbs that had grown for at least several hundred years, or even over a thousand, were uprooted entirely, like ploughed land, and swept into his storage ring.
He specifically selected those with overwhelming medicinal power, useless to him perhaps, but certain to cause excruciating pain to the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect: the top-grade demonic herbs.
The little fire qilin was not idle either. Though it disliked these yin soul attribute demonic herbs, it showed no mercy in destruction.
Opening its mouth wide, it did not swallow but spewed flames, targeting fields it deemed unappetising or of lesser maturity. Where the crimson-gold flames passed, everything turned to scorched earth.
It even playfully chased the low-level demonic cultivators responsible for tending the spiritual herbs in the garden, scaring them into fleeing in panic, wailing for their parents.
One person and one beast: one plundering precisely, the other destroying wantonly. Their coordination was flawless, efficiency astonishing.
“What madman! Daring to ruin my medicinal garden!!”
Three powerful auras swept in like gale winds from deep within the garden.
The three guarding elders had finally shaken off the interference on the east side, discovered the true intruders on the west, and charged over in shock and fury.
The leader’s aura had reached the sixth grade of Heavenly Immortal realm.
Chen Ping sensed that overwhelming presence and knew he could not fight head-on.
Without hesitation, he scooped up the little fire qilin still excitedly spewing fire, shouting lowly, “Time to scarper!”
Before the words finished, spatial power surged violently around him. His figure instantly blurred, and in the next moment, he appeared hundreds of zhang away.
With another flash, he shot out through the array hole melted by qilin true fire, fleeing without looking back into the distant darkness.
The three elders chased out of the garden, only to see devastated medicinal fields, a distant speck of light about to vanish on the horizon, and lingering pure yang flame aura in the air.
Gazing at the emptied high-maturity demonic herb zones and the lesser fields burned to bare ground, the three elders trembled with rage. Especially the sixth grade Heavenly Immortal elder, who threw his head back and let out a piercing howl.
“Myriad Beasts Sect!! My Myriad Souls Demonic Sect shall be irreconcilable with you!!!”
…
When Chen Ping returned to the Myriad Beasts Sect with his bountiful harvest, he was greeted by thunderous cheers like mountainous waves and oceanic roars.
When news of Black Flame Valley’s plundering and the Yin Soul Medicinal Garden’s destruction reached the Myriad Souls Demonic Sect headquarters one after another, Sect Master Hun Sha looked at the loss inventory. It listed over a hundred exquisite demonic weapons missing, mountains of materials gone, and countless precious demonic herbs plundered or incinerated…
“Pfft!”
This seventh grade Heavenly Immortal demonic titan actually spat out a mouthful of old blood in fury. His face turned deathly pale, demonic qi surging uncontrollably around him, shattering the tables and chairs in the hall.
“Chen Ping! Chen Ping! If this seat does not extract your soul and refine it, I swear I am not human!!!”
Hun Sha’s roars shook the entire Myriad Souls Demonic Sect headquarters, filled with boundless anger, frustration, and… a trace of fear even he himself refused to acknowledge.
