Chapter 118: A Rich Harvest

ting above his head emitted the sound of flowing water. They shot forward like rivers, unstoppable.'Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof...'Ten sword shadows darted through the Nie family crowd, as agile as fish an...Poof!

Wang Xuan's figure flashed behind Wang Yan, wielding his sword to cut across Wang Yan's neck, bringing up a sheet of blue sword light and blood.

Wang Yan's head flew up, her eyes full of astonishment.

He seemed unable to believe that he had been killed in such a way, slain by someone he looked down upon, a lowly wretch.

He was carrying many treasures, a noble prince's identity, yet to die like this

Wang Yan's head fell to the ground and rolled two circles in the sand.

"Go and be with your father and brother."

Wang Xuan sheathed his Fire Shadow Sword and said in a cold tone, "I don't know who is older, Wang Yan or Wang Ya."

At this time, the Zhunhuang Dao, twenty zhang away, hovered slightly in mid-air, but suddenly shot towards the depths of the secret realm, disappearing instantly at the edge of the night sky.

Wang Xuan didn't chase after it. That knife was quite strange, looking like something ominous. Keeping it around might be a disaster.

In this battle, he didn't seem to exert much effort to kill Wang Yan, but he had already played all his cards.

Wang Xuan let out a light breath.

Wang Yan's combat prowess wasn't particularly strong, but the treasures he possessed did make him quite formidable.

As Wang Xuan raised his hand, Wang Yan's storage pouch flew into his grasp.

Perhaps there are other treasures in his storage pouch.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but feel curious, but he didn't immediately look.

He then used his spatial power to store Wang Yan and the seven cultivators' bodies into a storage bag.

These are all his martial arts resources.

This star palace secret realm truly lives up to its reputation as a place of opportunity, a treasure trove for his martial arts advancement!

"Big brother!"

Nine maidens arrived nearby, each pretty face bearing expressions of astonishment and excitement.

The battle between the young hero and the evil prince before was truly eye-opening, they were filled with admiration.

"Hmm."

Wang Xuan nodded and smiled, handing the golden bell to Gongsun Wan'er: "My fellow junior sisters, this bell contains the Three Lives Burial Immortal Melody. You haven't come for nothing."

Nine women were both happy and hesitant.

"Senior Brother, don't you practice the Three Lives Burial Immortal Melody" Gongsun Wan'er.

Wang Xuan waved his hand: "I don't understand musical instruments, and it's useless to keep them."

The ninth junior sister, upon hearing this, was very grateful.

Even though the eldest brother might not understand music etiquette, he could have sold the sheet music in the future, but he gave it to them instead.

A fiery-figured junior sister picked up Wang Xuan's arm and shook it, saying, "After we leave the secret realm, I can teach my senior brother about sound transmission in my spare time."

Wang Xuan felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw the black hairs on his head stand up. He thought to himself that this younger sister seemed to be making suggestive remarks towards him. Moreover, her arm brushed against the soft flesh in front of him almost imperceptibly, making Wang Xuan feel strangely uneasy.

"You slut, stop teasing your senior brother."

"Big brother, do you want to eat my tofu"

"Don't be too forward, you might scare your big brother."

Several girls were pulling on the boy.

"Fellow disciples, let's go to the place of inheritance tower."

Wang Xuen was getting a headache from these junior sisters. He helplessly quickly released ten azure soul swords, leading the group of sisters towards the location of the inheritance tower.

No sooner had Wang Xuan and the nine girls left than a figure in black walked into the desert.

He was a cultivator from the Shan Hai Realm, a young man with an eight-character beard.

The man looked at the scuffle marks at the city gate and touched his goatee.

The previous battle's energy fluctuations were intense, it seemed like three people were fighting. One of them crushed six or seven skilled martial artists.

The man observed the traces of the brawl, his eyes filled with surprise.

But that person who had terrifying weapons was killed by another person!

The young man watched the battlefield, taking a sharp breath of air. He didn't enter the city but chose a direction to leave.

"The last victor, his martial arts are unfathomable. Perhaps it's best to choose a different path from his."

The young man quickly and nervously fled.

......

Under the moonlight, Wang Xuan stood on his flying sword, with nine junior sisters happily discussing the "Three Lives Burial of Immortals" behind him. They were like a flock of birds, their voices melodious and cheerful.

Wang Xuan then took out one storage bag after another, organizing all the martial arts resources he had obtained after entering the secret realm.

Previously, he fought Wang Yan in a battle where he unleashed his full martial power, using a world-destroying pagoda and the Shadow God's Steps.

Given his current martial arts realm, he doesn't care about the Shadow God Step being exposed. Moreover, after leaving the secret realm, Wang Xuan plans to resolve some matters as soon as possible and then leave the Xuanwu Kingdom.

He was going to find Mu Qingyue. If Mu Qingyue wasn't happy cultivating at that sacred land, he would take Mu Qingyue away.

"This harvest, it's truly abundant."

Wang Xuan was very satisfied, with a sense of accomplishment.

Having sorted through all the storage bags, there were already over 30 million low-grade spirit stones!

So many spirit stones, enough to buy a martial arts city like Blackwater City!

But Yuanshi was still secondary, all sorts of natural treasures and spiritual materials were countless. Indeed, killing people for profit was the fastest way to make a fortune.

Wang Xuan's heart was filled with excitement. He didn't need to search for any more heavenly treasures; it was easier to plunder from others.

Besides the spirit materials, there were all sorts of weapons, a dazzling array. Although he wouldn't use them himself, if he sold them, they could fetch millions of lower-grade yuan stones.

Wang Xuan put a silver ring on his finger.

It was the ancient amulet that shattered his world.

Inside the ring, intricate runes were engraved. Wang Xuan couldn't quite understand them, but he could tell that they were all space-type runes.

Only those who meet two conditions can forge such a spatial artifact: one is a master refiner, and the other is a space martial soul user.

Only a blacksmith with a spatial martial soul can forge spatial equipment!

Wang Xuan is not interested in refining weapons. Human experience is finite, and he doesn't want to waste time on refining weapons or making talismans anymore.

"This amulet is just a waste in Wang Yan's hands."

Of course, spatial-type artifacts should be used by those with spatial martial souls to unleash their greatest power.

Wang Xuan investigated the silver ring and discovered its true power: it could perform a spatial reversal technique, which was quite profound.

He hung another phoenix-shaped jade pendant on his waist.

This jade pendant previously neutralized his ocular jutsu during battles. It is a spiritual type of defensive ornament.

Wang Xuan took out another black small banner, with a ghost face painted on it, emanating a faint black air.

This is an incantation banner, within which lie many vengeful spirits!

"If Wang Yan had initially intended to use this banner, it would have put considerable pressure on me."

Wang Xuan's eyes flickered, and he put away the summoning banner.

These are all his spoils!

Wang Xuen was a little curious. After advancing to the Shan Hai realm, just how strong was his combat power

"I can test my current strength at the Inheritance Tower," Wang Xuan thought to himself.

The Tower of Inheritance is a place where former disciples of the Star Palace tested their martial arts. It's extremely difficult to climb the tower, but the rewards are also plentiful. Wang Xuan hopes to find phoenix blood there.

Although he had no feelings for Lin Miaoyou, the younger sister was his first woman and willingly sacrificed her life for him.

Wang Xuan thought of Lin Miaoyi's pure and fairy-like face, a trace of tenderness involuntarily arose in his eyes, but it was immediately transformed into an icy and boundless killing intent.

"...The Yin Wuji should be passed down at the place of the Transmission Tower, right..."nother figure of Wang Xuan appeared even further ahead.Mu Ling'er's delicate little face looked as if she had seen a ghost, her mouth wide enough to swallow a bird egg. Su Xiaoshi rubbed his eyes, and...