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Xunuo suppressed the anger burning within him. It wasn't the material possessions he cared about, but rather the feeling of being deceived through familial ties that gnawed at him. Especially after the warmth of familial affection had been stirred up just the day before, only to be doused with a bucket of cold water, leaving Xunuo feeling frustrated and indignant.
Moreover, Xunuo felt an indescribable sensation—a budding, innocent affection for Qi Zilan. Although he knew that there was little hope for a future between them, being manipulated emotionally and having those feelings trampled upon was something he found hard to accept. This affection, under the weight of his anger, transformed into a surging hatred. Xunuo silently suppressed this nameless fire in his heart, yet it continued to swell and churn within him.
In a hidden underground structure deep beneath Gaoyi City, six cultivators were seated around a round table. At the center of the table lay a jade plate, on which rolled a High-Quality Unity Pill.
Qi Zilan held a flowing Flying Sword Artifact in her hand, radiating an aura of fearsome power; she was indeed a cultivator at the Eleven Layers Peak. The others sat upright, watching Qi Zilan in silence.
Suddenly, Qi Zilan slid her hand down the blade of the sword. In an instant, blood covered the sword's surface, but instead of flowing or dripping away, it quickly seeped into the blade. The Flying Sword then displayed a strange, faintly transparent red hue before swiftly returning to its nearly transparent water-like form. However, unlike before, the Flying Sword now moved with extraordinary agility, flowing around Qi Zilan like water. Even when viewed up close, it was impossible to discern that it was a Flying Sword.
One of the Evil Practitioners stared in awe and exclaimed, "This Flying Sword matches perfectly with Qi the Great's Cultivation Method. Only the master can unleash its full power without tarnishing its brilliance."
Qi Zilan nodded slightly and said, "Although we possess several magical artifacts, they pale in comparison to this sword. Despite the great risks involved, acquiring this sword is worth it."
Qi Jiazheng wore an anxious expression as he remarked, "This operation is perilous; although we managed to escape, three of our companions left behind traces of their magical energy. They may not dare to act lightly for some time."
An Evil Practitioner grumbled in frustration, "In my opinion, we should eliminate him; otherwise, we will find no peace in the future."
Qi Zilan frowned slightly and replied, "We have already offended him by taking his artifact; there remains a sliver of room for reconciliation. If we truly resort to killing him, are you prepared to face the wrath of a Cultivation Sect?"
Qi Jiazheng interjected quickly, "Exactly! This young man possesses great treasures at such a young age; he must be a core disciple of some Cultivation Sect. We must not provoke his sharp edge. Disciples like him who come out for experience are unlikely to share such embarrassing matters with their sects and won't linger in one place for long. Once he leaves, we can change locations without needing to confront a Cultivation Sect."
The leader of the Evil Practitioners added, "We engage in deception; we have never spoken of murder. While there have been instances where we had no choice but to fight back against Loose Cultivators, if we easily entertain thoughts of killing now, how could we have remained unscathed until now?"
Seeing that no one supported his view, the Evil Practitioner fell silent in disappointment.
After pondering for a moment, Qi Zilan stated, "These matters were agreed upon when our six-person alliance was formed; there is no need for further debate on this issue. However, we must remain hidden for some time. Once things settle down, we will head near Crimson Flower Sect to conduct business. With Crimson Flower Sect recruiting disciples soon, there will surely be easy targets arriving—this is our opportunity."
Qi Jiazheng and the others nodded in agreement. Qi Zilan continued, "The magical artifacts we've obtained previously do not align with my Cultivation Method; I will not be modest about this Flying Sword today. For some time now, no one is allowed to leave this formation."
With that said, Qi Zilan raised her elegant brows and scanned each person present before they all hurriedly affirmed her command. Only then did Qi Zilan turn and enter the innermost room.
The crowd's attention turned to the Unity Pill on the table as they began to haggle over it. In the end, the leading Evil Practitioners offered some spirit stones to Qi Jiazheng and two other Evil Practitioners, acquiring the Unity Pill. Shortly after, they entered a bedroom together with Zhang Xiue, clearly presenting themselves as Dual Cultivation Partners.
Qi Jiazheng chuckled and entered another room.
The remaining two Evil Practitioners in the hall were evidently dissatisfied with their failure to eliminate Xunuo. They began to whisper complaints. These two had lost their magical traces to Xunuo, leaving them vulnerable to being discovered and captured, which justified their discontent.
As they continued their conversation, they shifted the topic to Xunuo's late-night encounter with Qi Zilan. Their voices grew quieter and more sordid as they indulged in lewd fantasies.
The two seemed convinced that something had occurred between Xunuo and Qi Zilan that night. Otherwise, given their leader's decisive nature, he would have eliminated any traces left behind.
Just as they leaned closer together, spitting words in excitement, two sharp slaps echoed through the air, sending both Evil Practitioners crashing to the ground with bright red handprints on their faces.
They sprang up simultaneously, and Qi Zilan's icy voice reached their ears: "Stop your nonsense. If I hear any more filthy words from you two, I won't hesitate to erase you."
At her words, the two stood frozen in place, one side of their faces marked by a vivid handprint while the other turned pale with fear.
The Underground Courtyard they were in was a product of a Defensive Array. This formation not only provided powerful external defenses and shielding but also had effects that blocked communication between rooms. Despite their cautious whispers, Qi Zilan had still overheard them, leaving the two trembling with fear.
Hearing the commotion outside, Qi Jiazheng opened the door and saw the two Evil Practitioners with red handprints on their faces while Qi Zilan's voice still lingered in the air. Although he didn't know what had happened, he instantly understood who had left those marks and why.
Qi Jiazheng nearly burst out laughing but restrained himself upon seeing the furious expressions on the two Evil Practitioners' faces. He feigned confusion and hesitated at the door, pondering what comforting words he could say without breaking into laughter.
The three of them stared at each other for a moment. Qi Jiazheng felt he might injure himself from holding back laughter and finally decided to retreat into his room with a soft "slip" sound. Almost immediately, his uncontrollable laughter erupted from within.
The two Evil Practitioners glared at Qi Jiazheng's door, their faces shifting from pale to green with rage. After a moment, one of them raised a hand to touch his red handprint and brought it close to his nose for a sniff. "Still has a lingering scent," he remarked.
The other Evil Practitioner nearly spat blood at this comment and coldly snorted before turning to enter another room.
Meanwhile, Xunuo was consumed by an anger that had reached an unbearable level. It exceeded his understanding and the limits of his magical control. This anger ignited his magical energy, burning fiercely within him.
At that moment, Xunuo vaguely sensed that this anger might trigger a breakthrough past his Bottleneck. He quickly took out a formation to shield his Divine Sense and tossed it around himself. With a sigh of relief, he released the anger that fueled his magical energy.
Instantly, Xunuo's magical power surged like fire, burning uncontrollably. In moments, this fiery energy overflowed from his body, enveloping him entirely in flames. The Willow Flowers and Grass around him turned to ash in an instant as waves of heat swept outward into the distance.
Xunuo had not anticipated that this time, the allure would lead to such a significant breakthrough in his bottleneck. He quickly summoned the Magic Shield, confining the scorching wave around him. The intense heat could not be released and surged violently within Xunuo's body.
Xunuo possessed the Golden, Fire, and Wood Spiritual Roots. However, his magical power had always been dominated by the Wood Spirit Root, making it easier for him to cultivate wood-based spells. The Wood Spirit Root was also renowned as a healing Spiritual Root. This was the reason why Qi Guoren had agreed to let him join the team during their last trip to the Chaotic Valley.
For Xunuo, it did not matter which of the three Spiritual Roots was dominant; each had its strengths and weaknesses. No single Spiritual Root held absolute superiority over the others. Moreover, the highlighted Spiritual Root would not have a significant advantage over the other two latent Spiritual Roots.
As a multi-Spiritual Root cultivator, one of his Spiritual Roots would always stand out and slightly suppress the others. However, there was no doubt about the dominance of the Fire Root. After circulating within Xunuo's body for several cycles, this scorching True Qi vortex completely transformed his True Qi.
Originally, Xunuo's True Qi was a bluish color with hints of copper. But after being washed by this fiery flow several times today, the blue hue had been entirely refined away, revealing a red tinged with gold—closely resembling the color of Xunuo's Magic Shield.
At this point, Xunuo realized he was quite unique. It seemed that this change in the dominant position of his Spiritual Roots had been predetermined. Generally speaking, the nature and color of a Magic Shield were determined by the dominant Spiritual Root. Yet from the very beginning, Xunuo's Magic Shield had been fiery red with golden hues, which did not align with his originally dominant Spiritual Root.
Reflecting on this made Xunuo chuckle softly; he found himself less concerned about the surging True Qi vortex within his Dantian. The sudden opportunity for breakthrough clashed significantly with his plans.
In fact, after receiving news that the Crimson Flower Sect was opening its doors to accept disciples, Xunuo had to alter his plans. While he did not want to miss this chance to enter a cultivation sect, he also did not wish to easily change his original intention of refining his magical power.
Because when it came to entering the Crimson Flower Sect and relying on a Foundation Pill to establish his foundation, Xunuo felt equally uncertain. Thus, although this sudden and intense opportunity for breakthrough had arrived unexpectedly, he remained calm at heart.
Xunuo fully intended to let this advancement opportunity pass; it truly was an excellent chance to hone his magical power.
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