The night was dark and the stars were high, the fierce wind howled, as if bidding farewell to the escaping enemies. The group from Mingshan Sect felt particularly relaxed, having released all their tension and fear.

When they were certain that the group of entangled bandits had vanished without a trace and turned back, they saw Wu Jinliang collect the three magical treasures suspended in the air into his bag.

The mere sight of the magical treasures still suspended in mid-air made the group suddenly realize something.

Remembering the scene where Wu Jinliang had swapped the large gourd before, they couldn't help but associate it with Shi Chun and Wu Jinliang's origin from Wukang Mountain.

They were originally elite disciples from their own sects and were not fools, instantly understanding why Wu Jinliang, with such formidable strength, let the group escape without intervening. Hidden intentions, my foot!

Ignorance was bliss, but once they figured it out, they recalled their own reckless charge into the fray and immediately began cursing Wu Jinliang's ancestors in their hearts, all feeling a pang of fear as they repeatedly glanced back towards the direction of the fleeing group.

By now, everyone realized one thing: it was not a place to linger, and they all quickly moved towards Shi Chun.

Fortunately, they only knew Wu Jinliang was bluffing the enemy and had no idea about Wu Jinliang's other plans as he ran behind dragging his blade.

Wu Jinliang soon reached Shi Chun's side, first going to pick up the fifth-grade magical treasure Shi Chun had thrown away. After closely examining it, he brought it to Shi Chun, observing Shi Chun's complexion and noting that his color had visibly improved.

He also breathed a sigh of relief before asking, "Chun Tian, are you okay?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were out, Shi Chun suddenly vomited a heap of fresh blood, startling everyone with the spectacle of his bloody vomit.

In the current situation, to be honest, they all relied on Shi Chun to lead them out of the Divine Fire Domain. Without Shi Chun, none of them were confident enough.

Even the two who had harbored second thoughts about Shi Chun after previous contact with their original sect before entering the Divine Fire Domain absolutely didn't want anything to happen to Shi Chun now.

Things had reached this point, who from Mingshan Sect would let them off easily? Without Shi Chun, even if they went to seek refuge with those powers, what use would they be? Worthless.

On the contrary, each sect chasing after them had lost so many people, and they couldn't just walk up and try to sweet-talk them.

So if they couldn't get out, the exit was even more deadly. They all felt trapped on a pirate ship from which it was hard to turn back, proving once again that the more mistakes you make, the more errors you commit.

Without their Master, they truly lacked a backbone. Should they really rely on the trickery of Wu Jinliang? They had just been scared out of their wits by him.

"Master."

"Master, are you okay?"

"Master, what happened?"

"Chun Tian…"

The group cried out in alarm, rushing to check Shi Chun's injuries.

Shi Chun, with blood at the corner of his mouth, refused everyone's good intentions with a strong wave of his hand, including the bewildered Zhener beside him, who didn't know what to do. He patted the arm that Zhener was supporting, signaling he was fine.

Zhener not only wasn't good at fighting but also hadn't learned how to treat or save people.

Seeing Shi Chun signal that he didn't need help, Wu Jinliang, with his half-extended hand, was still very worried, asking, "Are you severely injured?"

From his understanding of Shi Chun, Shi Chun was very resilient and had a strong self-healing ability. How could this happen?

Shi Chun first took out the Ice Sheep, breathing in and out repeatedly before speaking.

His injuries weren't just severe; he almost lost his life.

He experienced firsthand the terrifying power of the Earth Immortal Realm. Even the slightest bit of counterforce from buffering nearly tore him apart, and although his surface appeared intact, his internal organs were severely damaged, causing massive internal bleeding.

What was more life-threatening was that, in a moment of losing control, he instinctively inhaled a large amount of air, the poisonous air of this place.

There was an immediate reaction, injured on one hand and poisoned on the other.

The saving grace was that during his urgent self-healing using the Bath Demon Skill, the powerful life force stored within him began to operate instantly, perhaps even rejuvenating a dying person like spring to a withered tree.

His internal injuries were healing at an unbelievably fast pace, purging and repairing the toxic damage he had inhaled.

The speed of this vigorous life force's healing shocked even Shi Chun himself. After absorbing a lot of killing intent at the Sky Rain Meteor Conference last time, it was the first time he suffered such serious wounds and experienced such a self-healing process. Previously, he hadn't realized his body's self-healing ability was so terrifying.

Having gone through this ordeal, he had new insights into that killing intent and the bird that absorbed it, realizing it even detoxified him?

As for the large amount of blood he had just vomited, it was the consequence of his massive internal bleeding. Although his wounds were healing quickly, this accumulated blood in his abdomen still needed to be expelled.

The huge amount of blood he vomited looked horrifying but was actually a good thing.

In fact, no one noticed the blood he spat out was already black and gave off a foul stench, indicating the potency of the poisonous air here, becoming so in such a short span of time.

After expelling a few more breaths of foul air, Shi Chun finally put down the Ice Sheep in his hand, saying to the crowd, "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury; I'm fine now."

Everyone exchanged glances, thinking that the blood he spat out was nearly half a basin's worth. Could that be a minor injury?

Shi Chun couldn't be bothered to explain further, pulled out a handkerchief from his Qiankun Bag to wipe the blood from his mouth, then casually tossed it aside, reaching for the Black Lotus magical treasure in Wu Jinliang's hand, examining it before casting a spell to drive it again.

The Black Lotus rose into the air and enlarged, releasing streams of light. With the aid of fluttering lotus petals, it once again formed a humanoid shape, holding a sword, dancing in the air, and exuding heroic spirit in the fierce wind.

Soon, the entire light and lotus petals contracted into one again, transforming into a small black metal lotus that fell into Shi Chun's hand.

Everyone could see that he was now in control as opposed to before when it was clearly out of control and unmanageable.

Wu Jinliang said, "That woman's flute sound has an issue."

No need for him to say it; everyone understood that Shi Chun just wanted to test if he could control it normally. Testing confirmed his thoughts; weighing the black lotus in his hand, he said, "As long as we don't go against Wu Shanshan's group, this treasure should still be usable."

Although it had defects, abandoning such a precious treasure easily would be a pity. A broken bowl is still better than nothing.

With that, he stored it in his bag again.

Wu Jinliang then took out the three newly collected mat-like magical treasures, holding them in his hand, looking directly at Shi Chun with a grin, "Well, this, this…"

He couldn't manage complete sentences, but his meaning was obvious.

In front of others, he was too embarrassed to beg without dignity, but without an audience, he would surely be shameless, much like how he begged for the Treasure Robe he was wearing, not beyond crying, throwing fits, and even threatening to hang himself.

Shi Chun glanced at the three treasures and, without much hesitation, said lightly, "You keep them."

He knew well that Wu Jinliang deserved them, not just because Wu Jinliang got them with his help but also because things would have been troublesome without Wu Jinliang's spontaneous scare tactics that drove away Wu Shanshan's group later.

Moreover, with Wu Jinliang's cultivation, he indeed needed a powerful magical treasure for protection, as he couldn't always rely on luck and opportunism.

"Haha, the master is wise." Wu Jinliang laughed foolishly, rapidly stowing the treasures back into his bag.

This was also a rule in East Nine Plain of the Land of Exile: you couldn't just assume you deserved more based on your perceived contributions. After everyone has a share of the loot, they must turn it over, and the master decides who gets what.

In a way, this scene set a precedent, showing the Mingshan Sect group the rules.

Of course, everyone was envious; these were incredible treasures!

It's unfortunate about Black Tiger's body; it got swept away by the wind. Who knows, there might have been other treasures on it.

Content, Wu Jinliang patted his waist where his Qiankun Bag was, then turned to Tong Mingshan, saying, "Sect Master, after resting, could you teach me how to make a treasure recognize its owner?"

Tong Mingshan nodded slightly, not responding verbally, somewhat speechless, realizing that this big guy casually addressed him as Mr. Tong or Tong Mingshan when there was nothing, but as soon as he needed something, he would call him Sect Master, similar to how he addressed the master; casually saying Chun Tian but 'Master' when something happened, praising his wisdom.

Yet, in reflection, after deciphering what happened, the group reassessed Wu Jinliang, gleeful about the treasure, and appreciated him more. They found that this big-eyed, bushy-browed fellow could be truly shameless when the situation called for it and was astonishingly decisive in a crisis, a measure they couldn't foresee themselves taking. At least not in the immediate moment.

In retrospect, it was frightening; without this large-browed fellow's bluff, the outcome would have been unpredictable.

At this point, nobody wanted to delve into the specifics. Chu Jingtang said, "Master, it's not safe to stay here. If that woman realizes what's happening, she might turn back and counterattack."

Shi Chun looked around and suddenly fixed his gaze on Wu Jinliang, questioning, "What if scare tactics didn't work, and if they could still track us?"

Wu Jinliang hesitated for a moment and then said, "You want to verify it?"

Shi Chun asked back, "Shouldn't we verify it?"

In the distance, beneath white clouds and blue skies, with turbulent seas, a group of figures flittered across the peak of Qi Yun Valley.

Informed, Extreme Fire Sect's Sect Master Su Qiao personally led top members of the sect to the summit.

Soon, a fallen Lifebound Lotus Lamp was brought to Su Qiao. After repeatedly confirming it was Black Tiger's Lifebound Lantern, Su Qiao's face grew darker, as did those of the Extreme Fire Sect's top members.

The Extreme Fire Sect's long-planned grand scheme had been thwarted, destroyed. They even pulled out their trump card, the Desolate Broken Blade, for this purpose.

"Who did it? What happened inside?" Su Qiao growled sinisterly, eyes full of killing intent, as if ready to devour people.

Yet nobody could answer…

In the Land of Eternal Night, beneath a sky full of stars, the air was filled with flying, moving shadows.

Approaching from the opposite direction, Wu Shanshan's group, as they brushed past the approaching figures without getting a clear look, cast a spell to yell, "Brother Yin!"

Those who could follow the path they'd marked out should be no other than them.

Indeed, the passing group quickly halted, with Yin Tianlu leading his fellow sect members in circling back.

"Brother Yin, Senior Brother Black Tiger is in trouble," a returning Extreme Fire Sect disciple wailed.

The Extreme Fire Sect group was all visibly shocked, scanning the returning members, indeed not seeing Black Tiger among them.

Wind Scale wrapped and twirling about, talking in the air was inconvenient. With a drastic change in expression, Yin Tianlu pointed forcefully at the ground, then led a dive downwards first.

Once both groups met on the ground, Wu Shanshan noticed the absence of people from Shudao Mountain, urgently asking, "Brother Yin, where are the people from Shudao Mountain?"

Yin Tianlu solemnly replied, "First, explain what happened to Black Tiger."

"Killed by Shi Chun's side," Wu Shanshan casually explained. She dared not seek revenge anymore; the opponent's strength was terrifying. She continued to inquire, "Where are Gu Lianni and their group? The magical treasure sought for the Divine Fire might be with Shudao Mountain."

Being able to say this, she felt regret. If she had known Shi Chun's side didn't want trouble, she wouldn't have forced their hand. They had already explained the whereabouts of the Secret Technique, and there was no need to provoke and offend them, not knowing how they might retaliate later.

Killed by Shi Chun? Yin Tianlu's eyes widened as he looked at his fellow trackers, shouting angrily, "What's going on?"

The same sect member immediately tearfully reported the incident's course.

Responsible for accompanying Extreme Fire Sect's main force, Jin Hao also approached Wu Shanshan, explaining, "Senior Sister, something unexpected happened. We couldn't hold Shudao Mountain, they escaped."

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