With Bai Shuchuan tied together with Qiao Wugong, he watched helplessly as his uncle in front of him turned into a dried corpse, almost scared witless. Despite exerting all his mana, he couldn't break free, and even carved bloody wounds on himself.

Strangely, he sensed his own blood energy surging, felt life slipping away from his wounds. Glancing over, he saw a blood mist drifting from his wounds toward the blade stuck in his uncle, frightening him to his core, his teeth chattering as he stammered, "Shi Chun, Brother Chun, everything is negotiable, any terms can be discussed..."

Shi Chun gave him a sidelong glance. Before killing Qiao Wugong, perhaps negotiation was possible, but with the deed done, what was there to talk about? Though confident now, he wasn't arrogant enough to think he could challenge the largest sect in Sheng Province.

Pulling the blade from the corpse, he watched a trail of blood mist drift from Bai Shuchuan towards it, and couldn't help but perform a spell to sense the blade's mysterious changes.

Bai Shuchuan was terrified. Anyone wouldn't want to wait for death and immediately cast a spell to defend, which, surprisingly, worked. Sealing his wounds with a spell, he immediately stopped the blood energy from leaking out.

But Shi Chun's blade flashed, the tip piercing through the net gaps, cutting Bai Shuchuan's throat open.

The drawn blade sliced through the air, and the blood energy flowed like clouds from Bai Shuchuan's throat wound into the 'Blood Soul Blade.'

With eyes wide open in terror, Bai Shuchuan convulsed, gurgling from his throat.

Shi Chun opened his hand, fingers splayed, and the 'Immortal Strangling Silk' flashed, releasing him, turning into a handkerchief that flew back into his hand.

His silhouette flickered, circling around Wu Jinliang, the blade flashed, and immediately five heads of people standing still lifelessly dropped to the ground.

Then five more streams of blood energy flew like dragons towards the 'Blood Soul Blade.'

The six remaining corpses withered rapidly at a visibly fast speed.

Wu Jinliang, eyes wide with astonishment, looked alarmed. He knew this blade was sinister; even holding it made him shiver due to the evil spirit inside, but he didn't know it was this bloodthirsty.

Seeing Shi Chun close his eyes, worried he was being influenced by the evil spirit, he quickly called out, "Chun Tian, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Shi Chun responded, opening his eyes. He had just felt the evil spirit in the blade officially awaken.

A pile of magical treasures was struck by lightning and damaged; it was said repairing them would be troublesome, yet this blade's recovery was unexpectedly easy, merely requiring blood energy absorption.

After confirming the master-servant relationship with the blade's evil spirit using spells, his will urged the blade's evil spirit, which seemed to dance and laugh wildly, unleashing the overwhelming power of the 'Blood Soul Blade.'

Wu Jinliang felt his blood boiling, blood energy reversing, and mind in turmoil, quickly casting spells to protect himself.

Even more terrifying was how the blood energy of those remaining corpses was drained in an instant, turning them into dried corpses in the blink of an eye.

Two fell together, while the other five remained standing.

Feeling the fierce surge of the evil spirit in the blade, Shi Chun tried to suppress it using the 'Bath Demon Skill,' and the evil spirit immediately panicked, scurrying as if to flee the blade. Its once fierce body of blood energy quickly depleted, being absorbed into Shi Chun's body just like the dried corpses.

Gradually losing the energy to escape, it quickly weakened, seeming to plead for mercy and forgiveness from its master.

Shi Chun, slowly closing his eyes again, absorbed it with delight, feeling his vitality grow stronger. It confirmed that the blood energy absorbed by the 'Blood Soul Blade' could be converted into energy he could absorb, a surprising joy.

Seeing that he was about to drain the evil spirit dry, he stopped the operation of the 'Bath Demon Skill,' sparing the evil spirit as it still had use, a hen that laid eggs couldn't be killed just yet.

Seeing him sheath the treasure blade, Wu Jinliang, who had been vigilantly keeping watch, immediately approached to ask, "What's the situation?"

Shi Chun calmly replied, "The things on their bodies are yours; clean it up well."

Alright, Wu Jinliang immediately went to search the bodies, starting with Qiao Wugong, while Shi Chun now kept an eye on their surroundings to stand guard.

After quickly dealing with things, they erased all traces and swiftly left.

Back at the inn, Shi Chun immediately contacted Young Master Nan. After some communication, he stood silently by the window for a while.

In the end, he left the room and went to Laner and Feng Chi's room.

When she saw him enter her room, Xiang Laner felt uncomfortable all over.

She overthought it; Shi Chun's excitement had passed. He informed the two in a low voice, "I just found out something—the one who truly wants the 'Desolate Broken Blade' is Gong Shaoci's father; he's buying it for him."

Normally, he liked to hold secrets in his hands for future use, but he wasn't sure if his previous words could sway Lan Qiaoyan and her mother, considering that if the Demon Path could deal with the Gong family, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

The two women weren't surprised, and Feng Chi nodded, "We suspected this all along. The 'Desolate Broken Blade' holds little value for most, not worth the high price, so someone else must be involved. It's surprising that it's directly his father after all."

With that, Shi Chun said no more.

He called upon everyone from the Mingshan Sect, vacated the inn room, and took everyone to a palace-like ship on the sea to enjoy themselves, saying they wanted to open their eyes, intending to leave after playing.

Soon after they left, Gong Shaoci came with people to the innkeeper, openly stating his intention to buy the treasure in their possession.

The innkeeper couldn't brush it off, only saying the item was bought on behalf of someone, and it had already been taken away.

Gong Shaoci pressed to know who the middleman was, but the innkeeper wouldn't say.

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