Li Yanchu’s eyes instantly lit up with delight. A simple, ancient-looking stone box appeared in his hand. Without hesitation, he stored it into his Universe Pouch. Stone box? He’d never seen anything like it. He had already used his Qi Sight to observe the fate energy in this area and found nothing out of the ordinary. Now that he had the stone box in hand, he immediately turned and fled swiftly into the distance as his heart soared with joy. On the other side, the black-robed elder crashed to the ground, revealing only half of his body. Just a moment ago, he had blacked out completely. “You little bastard, you’re vicious as hell! Nailhead Curse, huh?!” he cursed viciously. Around him, Master Jiekong and the others glanced at Hong Baiwei with looks of fear and wariness. Clearly, this Nailhead Curse was a dark and terrifying technique, and it was extremely powerful. The black-robed elder bit through the tip of his tongue, spitting blood. He once again transformed into a cloud of black mist, fleeing at full speed. This time, he was gambling with his life. If the immortal fate within that stone box couldn’t extend his life or change his fate, then he would have suffered the greatest loss of all. He needed to find a place, break the seals on the stone box, and see what fortune was inside! He moved even faster this time; just a black streak of light flashed through the air, and he was gone. Damn it! Once I defy fate and reshape my destiny, once I absorb the immortal fate in that box, I’ll skin you bastards alive and tear out your tendons! the black-robed elder cursed viciously in his heart. “...Huh?! Where’s my stone box!?” He looked himself over, and it was gone. His body was completely empty. “Ahhhh!!!” The black-robed elder let out an agonizing, blood-curdling scream. Hong Baiwei was stunned. He hadn’t even used the Nailhead Curse again yet! Then, his gaze turned slightly wary. “I didn’t expect... one of those three might also possess such a technique!” This Blissful Land of Mount Jinting... truly runs deep. Master Jiekong and the other two frowned slightly. “Hong Baiwei’s Nailhead Curse really is domineering. If the opportunity arises, we must eliminate him first; otherwise, he’ll become a future disaster!” The black-robed elder’s voice was filled with bitter agony. “Hong Baiwei, f**k your ancestors!” This hidden-world old freak completely lost all decorum and started cursing outright. He believed that either Hong Baiwei had stolen the stone box after casting the curse earlier, or it had dropped somewhere during the attack! Hong Baiwei was startled, then murderous intent surged in his eyes. He fiercely stabbed the golden needle into the straw doll in his hand! “Old bastard, I’ll rip your soul to shreds!” The black-robed elder immediately felt ten thousand steel needles stabbing into his spirit again and once more lost consciousness from the pain! But this time, knowing he was completely outmatched, he chose to lunge straight at Hong Baiwei in a final act of vengeance. He detonated his demonic cultivation, shattering both body and soul in a massive self-destruction. It was a true mutual annihilation, and both his physical form and primordial spirit were obliterated. The explosion was immense, so much so that Jiekong and the other two were forced back by the blast, and their heads were ringing from the shock. Hong Baiwei, being closest, bore the brunt of it. When the smoke and black mist cleared, his figure emerged slowly from within... but the purple-gold aura around his body had dimmed greatly. His face was pale. Clearly, he had suffered serious internal injuries! Once everyone’s vision cleared, Hong Baiwei, who once carried the elegant bearing of an immortal, now looked disheveled and battered as he stood there alone. The black-robed elder was dead; his body and soul were completely annihilated! A raging fury burned in Hong Baiwei’s heart; he could no longer contain it. “Why has everything gone so wrong since entering this Blissful Land of Mount Jinting?!” Master Jiekong’s eyes grew cold. He shouted loudly, “Hong Baiwei, hand over the stone box!” Hong Baiwei laughed in fury. Only now did he realize how deeply attached this Buddhist's Son of Great Xiangguo Temple was to the immortal fate. “Scram! Don’t test me!” Hong Baiwei’s tone was icy cold. Jiekong’s expression darkened, and he suddenly threw a punch. “The Great Xiangguo Temple does not fear the Mount Mao Sect!” The two instantly clashed, and their fight was swift and violent. Meanwhile, Li Yanchu had no idea that his Telekinetic Retrieval had caused so much chaos behind him. He was simply marveling at how astonishingly successful it had been tonight! He had actually managed to snatch the stone box from the hands of a master like the black-robed elder! His movement technique was pushed to its peak, and instead of returning to the Daoist temple hall atop the cliff, he chose to follow the trail of divine energy and head toward another Daoist temple hall. With his Sun Veil, he could conceal his presence and destiny, lowering his sense of existence. Logically speaking, the chance of him encountering any more fiendish entities should be very low. And indeed, his journey was smooth, and he encountered no real danger. He successfully arrived at the Daoist temple hall. But the moment he entered, he noticed that two people were already inside. Li Yanchu’s movement technique was so fast that the people inside the Daoist temple hall had no time to react at all. They initially thought it was an attack, either by enemies or some invading demonic force. But when they saw the newcomer was a refined and handsome young Daoist Master, they let out a small breath of relief. Even so, they did not drop their guard. Li Yanchu was slightly surprised, as he hadn’t expected to find anyone in this Daoist temple hall ruin. His curiosity itched, and he really wanted to see what kind of treasure the stone box contained. “Fellows, no need for alarm. I’m only here to rest for a while. I’m not some murderous thief out to rob and kill.” Hearing this, the others exchanged a glance. In the end, they chose not to act, instead moving apart and each occupying a different corner. The source of thɪs content is novelFirｅ.net Li Yanchu carried no obvious valuables, only the Jiaoslayer at his waist. Plus, his robe was stained with blood. Of course, that was someone else’s blood. The others could tell that this young Daoist had clearly survived a fierce battle. Yet his expression was calm and composed, and he didn’t look like someone on the run. So then, where did all the blood come from? The answer was obvious. “This guy’s a dangerous one...” Li Yanchu rested alone in the Daoist temple hall. He had eaten seven or eight jujubes earlier, and was now full of life and energy. If not for his Sun Veil, his surging vitality would’ve been visible to anyone at a glance. Fierce sounds of battle echoed from the distance, and fiery light occasionally burst into the sky. The few people inside the Daoist temple hall felt a chill in their hearts, unsure who could be causing such a powerful disturbance. “This Blissful Land truly is extraordinary... who knows what dangers still lie hidden?” “Exactly. We need to work together if we want to wrest the immortal opportunities from those Daoist masters and Buddhist monks!” The three of them got along fairly well and were even plotting how to snatch the immortal fate from the hands of the great sects. Li Yanchu smiled faintly, offering no comment. He merely turned his gaze toward the deep, dark night outside. That black-robed old man was actually that tough? The thought just flashed through Li Yanchu’s mind, and then he stopped bothering with it. The sounds of battle lasted through the entire night, but the outcome remained unknown. Among the three others, there was a swarthy, bearded brute who had the idea of taking advantage of their numbers to kill the blood-soaked young Daoist. However, he was stopped by a middle-aged scholar. “We don’t know how powerful he really is. He showed up amid last night’s chaos, we mustn’t act rashly.” The middle-aged scholar remained cautious, and together with his two companions, left the main hall of the Daoist temple hall. Only after they had gone far away, Li Yanchu finally opened his eyes and emerged from his meditative breathing state. “No wonder those three managed to make it this far.” He smiled faintly. Then, he drew out the stone box from his robe. There was a seal on the box, which was not particularly strong, and it had already been worn down by time. Li Yanchu placed his palm on it, and his spiritual power began to flood into the box, continuously dissolving the seal.