Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 289

Shen Ye pushed open the door.

The inn’s lobby was packed, with every table occupied by professionals.

The place was bustling with noise.

The waiter scurried back and forth, busy serving dishes.

It looked like a normal inn in every way.

However—

Several corpses lay on the floor, their wounds still bleeding, clearly victims of recent deaths.

Everyone else in the inn seemed oblivious.

Only the old innkeeper behind the counter smiled:

“More distinguished guests are here, business is really good today.”

Shen Ye walked up to the counter, looking around as he asked:

“What services do you offer here?”

“The desert is very dangerous, and it will soon become even more dangerous. But we can guarantee everyone’s safety here,” the old innkeeper said.

Shen Ye looked back at Mogakou.

Mogakou had intended to speak, but remembering his speech problem, he decided against it.

Besides, Baxter’s actions were reliable enough.

He nodded slightly, signaling Shen Ye to handle it.

Shen Ye immediately understood his meaning.

Yes.

Suffering from a “poison,” not speaking was a good strategy.

At least it wouldn’t make things worse.

“It’s no use,” the Spirit of Magic’s voice sounded in his mind. “The more he holds it in, the more he’ll say once he starts speaking.”

Shen Ye was speechless.

Whatever.

As long as it doesn’t affect my search for a place to transcend my tribulation.

“Innkeeper, we need to rest here. Price is negotiable,” Shen Ye said.

“Your adult companion is a master above the sixth realm of法界, please go to the private room on the basement floor, there will be someone to serve them. As for you, you can discuss the price with me here,” the innkeeper said with a smile.

“Do we have to be separated?” Shen Ye asked warily.

“The basement is a safer place, and the environment is better – masters naturally receive master treatment. Weaklings like you should stay here,” the innkeeper said.

A tall, thin waiter stepped forward, gesturing to Mogakou:

“Sir, please follow me to the private room on the basement floor.”

Mogakou nodded, gave Shen Ye a glance that said “be careful,” and followed the waiter downstairs.

The inn was strangely built; there was only one floor above ground.

It turned out that the main construction was in the basement!

Shen Ye sighed and said:

“Alright, name your price. Although I’m not a master, I’d like to rest here too.”

“The price is negotiable,” the chubby innkeeper smiled. “Come on, trade your mighty companion’s weakness with me. If you tell me one of his weaknesses or secrets, you can stay here for a day.”

“What if I don’t?” Shen Ye asked.

“Do you see the corpses on the ground?” the innkeeper asked.

“I see them.”

“Everyone here is watching you. They will challenge you in a series of continuous battles. As long as you survive for fifteen minutes, you can stay here safely for a day.”

“I see,” Shen Ye said.

He looked around.

He saw that the professionals sitting at the various tables were all scrutinizing him.

“Make your choice. You already know the rules. You can choose either of the two paths.”

The innkeeper said.

Shen Ye smiled slightly and said, “Then let’s do the continuous battles.”

—So, separating me from Mogakou was to extract information that could be used against him.

Mogakou was a top master.

Perhaps he posed some kind of threat to the inn, or they wanted to control him.

But—

Mogakou’s life is mine.

The secrets of the “Five Desires” world are also mine.

You won’t lay a finger on them.

“So young, already wanting to die? I’m telling you, once these continuous battles start, they won’t stop unless you give up staying and leave alone,” the innkeeper said.

“No need to say more,” Shen Ye said.

“It’s time for the guest at table number nine to make his move. Failure means death, but if he wins, he can continue to stay safely here,” the innkeeper announced.

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A tall, fearsome man stood up from his seat, drew his long saber, and in the gaze of the crowd, walked step by step towards Shen Ye.

Shen Ye felt a little relieved at this moment.

The inn wasn’t big.

The opponent didn’t look weak either.

Using a bow and arrow would be hard to maneuver.

Basic close combat might not be enough to defeat him.

Unleashing the Eightfold Pháp tướng might alert Mogakou, and everything would be exposed.

—Fortunately, he had taken up the profession of a blademaster.

He placed his hand on his waist, resting it on the hilt of the Hongying Saber.

“My little lamb, how many moves will you make me spend?”

The tall, fierce man said.

Shen Ye was silent for a moment, then slowly drew his saber.

No need for petty tricks.

In a series of continuous battles, the best strategy is to win with the least cost and the fastest speed.

Then—

His Pháp tướng subtly unfolded, projecting layers of illusory figures behind him.

In an instant.

Tiny glowing words quickly appeared:

“The power ‘Desert Cold’ of the Hongying Saber has been activated.”

“The power of the 法相 has been injected into the long saber, causing its power to undergo a complete transformation, condensing into three abilities.”

“As follows:”

“Dance: Perfectly adsorbs the Sacred Artifact of Guanghan onto the blade, possessing the two major characteristics of ‘Source Devour’ and ‘Frostfire Splash’.”

“Toasting: When the saber blocks an enemy’s attack, a random professional saber technique automatically rises from the blade’s edge to counterattack.”

“Lonely Desert Cold: An attack that is likely to be fatal will definitely be fatal.”

Shen Ye stared at the long saber.

In the inn.

Everyone was staring at the long saber in his hand.

After being imbued with the 法相, the long saber had awakened, and its three abilities, “Dance,” “Toasting,” and “Desert Cold,” had transformed into “Dance,” “Toasting,” and “Lonely Desert Cold.”

A faint light of frostfire burned on the blade.

Beyond this radiance, a layer of misty Guanghan fog swirled into a magnificent red and white, the two colors chasing, interweaving, and merging.

“Good saber,” the tall man said, his eyes wide.

“Of course, it’s a good saber,” Shen Ye said.

“I only need one move, and it will be mine,” the tall man said.

“That’s not wrong,” Shen Ye lowered his eyes and whispered, “It will thirst for your flesh and blood.”

The tall man’s steps suddenly quickened, and a saber appeared in his hand.

The saber light flashed, and with a rapid hum, it was in front of Shen Ye’s eyes in a flash.

This strike would pierce his eye socket, then cut horizontally, splitting open his skull and severing half his brain.

Normally, it would be like this.

But not today—

Everyone only saw the tall, ferocious man’s saber, but no one saw Shen Ye’s saber.

Shen Ye’s saber was faster than that move.

And the saber technique was completely different.

The moment Hongying Saber left its sheath, everything around became stagnant and slow.

Shen Ye watched the tall man slowly thrust his long saber towards him in slow motion.

Strange.

He could clearly see his movements—

His slow descending stride, the saber swing as if old people were practicing tai chi in the park, and the distorted muscles on his face from exerting too much force, along with the killing intent in his eyes.

Completely in slow motion.

At the same time, the air around felt heavy and viscous.

It felt a bit like diving deep in the ocean.

A flicker of understanding crossed Shen Ye’s mind.

It turned out that this saber technique was not a simple saber technique, but a blend of various forces.

This move, “Thinking of You,” had surpassed the scope of ordinary saber techniques.

Its effect was simply unheard of.

As a tomb guard, suddenly acquiring such a skill might cause trouble.

That’s why the “Three Disasters” came to display their power.

If you can’t pass, it’s a dead end.

If you can pass, then you are worthy of using such a saber technique.

Shen Ye’s gaze swept over the opponent’s entire body.

Finally.

He chose the part to cut.

The long saber danced in mid-air, like a gentle spring breeze, as soothing as a lover’s whisper under the moonlight.

Everything slowed down even more.

The saber.

It seemed to come alive, dancing gently with the rhythm of time.

It landed on the tall man’s chest, then rose like a sudden gust of wind, gently licking the defenseless neck, lingering, circling from front to back, forming a perfect full moon.

Shen Ye and the other person passed each other.

This sudden encounter finally reached its moment of parting.

Blood bloomed.

Life withered in the rotation of the long saber.

And the blade slowly trembled, shaking off all the blood, as sharp as new, before slowly sliding back into its sheath.

Clang!

The stagnant time and space returned to normal.

Everyone only felt a blur before their eyes, as if a fleeting shadow had passed, and the two people in front of the counter had already crossed paths.

The tall man held his long saber and sighed.

“What kind of saber technique is that?”

He asked.

Shen Ye said, “Thinking of you – never forget thinking of you across the world.”

“To witness such saber technique, well, well,” the man whispered, a bloodline silently appearing on his neck, followed by his head and body falling to the ground together.

The innkeeper stared at the saber in Shen Ye’s hand, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes, and said:

“Next.”

“No, no need for the next one,” Shen Ye said.

“Why?” the innkeeper asked.

“I think your place is a shady business, so I don’t plan to rest here,” Shen Ye said.

“You want to leave? The desert is full of dangers, with death lurking at any moment. Only here am I safe,” the innkeeper said.

Shen Ye snorted, pushed the door open, turned and left.

On the other side.

The private room on the basement floor.

“Your Excellency, as long as you are willing to abandon that subordinate, you can safely spend a few days here, and then everything will be over.”

The waiter respectfully continued:

“If you do not abandon your subordinate, then you yourself must face the continuous challenges—”

“You see, everyone here is a master above the sixth realm of法界.”

“What realm are you?”

Mogakou held up his hand, making a “seven” sign.

The waiter understood and continued:

“All the masters here will challenge you in a series of continuous battles. You must survive for fifteen minutes to stay here safely for a day.”

Mogakou looked around at the strong contenders, thought for a while, and quickly made a decision.

He didn’t know what the situation would be like later.

Should he fight these strong people?

Continuous battles.

It would be extremely physically taxing.

Without physical strength, there would be danger.

—How could Baxter’s life be more important than his own?

Let him die.

As long as I am safe.

“So, what is your choice?” the waiter asked.

Mogakou nodded and said,

“Look at you, you son of a bitch, if I don’t beat the shit out of you today, I don’t deserve to be your father, you damned little bastard.”

“…” The waiter.

“…” Mogakou.

No!

It’s the effect of that pill!

Mogakou, flustered, shouted, “You stupid idiot, do you make keys? How many?”

“…” The waiter.

Mogakou shook his head and said in a deep voice, “You short-lived, unlucky wretch, listen up—”

“Stop! Guest, I understand what you mean!” The waiter interrupted him and backed away. “You and your subordinate are truly stubborn. Let’s see what you’re made of then.”

“…” Mogakou.

The waiter waved his hand.

On the entire basement floor, countless masters stood up in unison, staring at Mogakou with ill intent.

Mogakou froze for a moment, then suddenly slapped his mouth.

—Why did I eat that random stuff!

How ghastly!

But that waiter said that both I and my subordinate are stubborn?

So—

Baxter didn’t betray me.

At this thought, Mogakou’s expression became complicated.

That kid.

The mission to explore the tomb was going smoothly, but then he met me and I caused him trouble.

First, I froze him so he couldn’t move, then he followed me to escape, but I ate something random and triggered this strange situation.

Even so, he didn’t betray me.

Look.

All along, I was the one courting disaster.

…So embarrassing.

Mogakou subconsciously shook his head, dismissed his thoughts, and looked at the strong people in front of him.

“How do you want to play? You bunch of bastards.”

He sneered, a thick killing intent emanating from him.

The waiter said:

“The strongest among these experts here has the power of the seventh realm of 法界, possessing immense destructive power.”

“—We will select a dozen or so professionals and teleport you together to a designated battleground, and then return after the battle.”

Mogakou trembled all over.

What?

A dozen or so?

Why so many battles?

He looked around and gradually understood—

These people all knew each other.

They didn’t trust him.

…

Shen Ye slowly walked away along the sandy path, crossing a sand dune to a sheltered spot, then sat down and began to rest.

“You have two more hours. What are you going to do?” the Spirit of Magic asked.

Shen Ye didn’t speak at first.

He seemed to realize something and scooped up a handful of sand.

Something’s not right…

These sand grains were unusually large, almost as big as his pinky finger.

These weren’t sand, they were clearly pebbles!

Upon closer inspection, he found that these pebbles had shells.

He tried to pry one open.

The pebble remained motionless.

He used his saber to break it open, and blood emerged. Closer inspection revealed it to be a worm cut in half, covered in sharp bristles.

The worm only cried out once before it died.

It cried out.

The entire desert seemed to cry out with it.

Countless fragmented and weak thoughts merged and swept towards Shen Ye.

Danger!

Extreme danger!

Shen Ye’s heart pounded, ready to fight at any moment.

However, the Emperor Species within him seemed to sense something and also let out a cry.

The restless desert gradually calmed down.

The stirring “pebbles” that were changing their forms settled back down.

They seemed to acknowledge Shen Ye’s identity.

An inexplicable fear swelled in Shen Ye’s heart, almost impossible to suppress. He stood rooted to the spot, and when a cold wind blew, he felt a layer of icy sweat on his back.

These “small pebbles”looked quite similar to something he had seen in his previous life.

—The larvae of Yang Qianye leaping beetles!

They looked like the larvae of Yang Qianye leaping beetles, but they were slightly larger than those insects.

Dense, endless insects were in slumber.

They piled up here, forming the boundless desert!

The terror in Shen Ye’s heart was almost impossible to suppress.

—What “Calamity of Shifting Sands”? This is an endless insect calamity!

“Is there any non-desert place in this world?” Shen Ye asked.

“No—they are too numerous, they are almost eating up everything in this world,” the Spirit of Magic said.

The truth was now discovered.

But what could be done?

Those professionals just now were not to be trifled with.

Even they couldn’t eliminate these insects, which was enough to indicate the problem.

No…

He needed a fallback plan.

“Let’s do an experiment,” Shen Ye muttered softly.

—I remember Iron Man Panda said that the door ability is the authority of the next epoch, and it is the strongest.

Now is the moment to verify the miracle—

Shen Ye placed his hand on the sand, and silently chanted:

“Door.”

Sure enough, a door appeared on the ground.

He reached out and opened the door.

Opposite was indeed the secret passage to the Human race’s stronghold in the Nightmare World.

As long as he jumped through, he would avoid this calamity.

Brother Iron Man was right.

Even Mogakou couldn’t break through the space-time, but the door broke through it silently.

As expected of the authority of the next epoch!

“Can I just leave like this?” Shen Ye asked.

“The ‘Three Disasters’ bind space-time, but your ability to break through this binding proves your strength; leaving is not a problem,” the Spirit of Magic said.

“…What about the tribulation then?” Shen Ye asked.

“If you approach the great tomb again, the tribulation will be triggered anew,” the Spirit of Magic said.

—That’s no fun then.

Might as well just get through all Three Disasters in one go.

Save the trouble later.

With a clear idea in his mind, Shen Ye began to ponder his current situation.

The First Disaster, Mogakou blocked.

For the Second Disaster, the door could be used, which relieved him of excessive worry.

Although there was a sea of insects here.

While there was still a little time, why not—

He turned around and walked back, returning to the inn door.

He knocked.

The door opened.

“Boy, in this vast desert spanning tens of thousands of miles, there’s only my inn. Your return is a wise move,” the innkeeper said proudly.

“I’ve figured it out too, I want to practice my saber techniques,” Shen Ye said truthfully.

“Then come on, who wants to teach this kid a lesson next?” the innkeeper asked.

A small, shifty-looking man stepped out.

Shen Ye didn’t even look at the other party, directly throwing a “Danger” character above his head.

“You want to fight me? Are you sick?” Shen Ye said.

The shifty man was stunned, then enraged:

“You’re asking for death!”

The “Danger” above his head exploded, turning into sparkling light that clung to his body.

“‘Peril’ True Man begins to educate all beings.”

“Target enters ‘Tribulation’ state!”

“Continuous accidents will surely occur, striking him will surely hit his weak points, and valuable items will surely scatter.”

Shen Ye nodded slightly.

—Since I’m already here, why not earn some money and practice the saber techniques I just learned?

Time is precious, and money can’t buy time.

Gold梭 and silver梭, the sun and moon are shuttling.

Stop!

“Let’s hurry up,” Shen Ye said.

The shifty, thin man pulled out a pair of sharp claws and put them on his hands, then leapt into the air, flying towards Shen Ye.

“Die, kid!”

He roared.

An unexpected change occurred—

On the beam.

A beam of wood suddenly broke, falling silently onto the back of his head with a loud “thud.”

The shifty man was shocked, his figure instantly becoming unstable.

Shen Ye drew his saber.

—Saber Technique · Thinking of You!

Everything around slowed down.

This time, Shen Ye didn’t even use his法相, nor did he activate the power of the Hongying Saber; he simply raised his saber and struck at the opponent.

The opponent’s movements were excruciatingly slow.

Shen Ye could even see the slowly rising lump on the back of his head.

Swish—

The long saber flashed past.

Head and body separated.

A heavy brocade pouch detached from the corpse and fell, which Shen Ye caught in his hand and weighed.

Faint light appeared as small characters:

“Three hundred taels of gold.”

Not bad.

Gold is quite expensive now, and prices are so high, so every bit counts.

Shen Ye put the brocade pouch into his ring.

“Next.”

He called out.

The innkeeper did not speak, but strode out from behind the counter, grabbed the beam of wood, and examined it carefully.

“You’re a lucky kid.”

The innkeeper said.

“How so?” Shen Ye asked.

“This is a ten thousand demon sealing defensive beam, silent, undetectable, anti-magic and anti-defense, damage multiplied by ten. That hit was actually quite heavy, otherwise you wouldn’t have had a chance.”

The innkeeper said, extending his hand towards him.

“Hand over the spoils of war.”

“Why?”

“Hand over the spoils of war, and I can let you fight one less.”

“Then forget it,” Shen Ye immediately said.

The innkeeper watched him for a while, then uttered: “Next—send a good fighter.”

A spirited man stood up, drawing the long sword from his waist.

“Wait a minute,” Shen Ye said.

“What else is it?” the innkeeper asked.

“I want to ask, if no one dares to fight me, then what?” Shen Ye asked.

Silence for a second.

“Hahahahahahaha!”

A burst of wild laughter erupted in the inn’s first-floor lobby.

A burly man, bare-chested and wearing a black eye patch, banged on the table and stood up, scoffing:

“This kid thinks killing that kitchen apprentice and coincidentally defeating the weakest skinny monkey is enough to intimidate us!”

“Kill him! I’ll kill him!”

“No, I’m getting excited too, let me go!”

“I’ll do it instead, the skinny monkey’s brocade pouch is something I must have, all of you step aside!”

Everyone was yelling back and forth.

Shen Ye wasn’t annoyed; he just stood at the counter, smiling, watching these people.

After a while.

The innkeeper raised his hand, gesturing for quiet, and shouted, “Quiet down! Everyone, quiet down!”

Only then did everyone slowly quiet down.

“I’ll do it then, it’s my turn anyway.”

The young and handsome man said.

He paid no mind to whether others agreed or not, and with a light step, he lunged at Shen Ye.

“Are you mental? No one said anything, and you’re already attacking?”

Shen Ye said.

“Young man of the third realm of法界, I am of the fourth realm!” the handsome man shouted.

Fourth realm, huh?

Doesn’t that mean he can summon a Spirit of Magic?

As Shen Ye was thinking, he saw a rabbit fly up from the opponent’s body, glaring at him, seemingly about to unleash a magical attack.

“Big Skeleton!” Shen Ye shouted.

“Understood!” Big Skeleton quickly responded, deploying a bone shield in front of Shen Ye.

Upon seeing the shield, the rabbit’s spell on its claws dissipated, but it held the handsome man’s long sword, following the blade to strike at Shen Ye.

The voice of Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa suddenly resounded:

“The Spirit of Magic is attached to the sword, creating a ‘barrier-breaking’ effect. You will be cut in half, both you and the shield.”

Shen Ye “tsk”ed, and couldn’t help but retreat.

—Opponent’s Spirit of Magic fusion move is really hard to block!

At this moment.

The difference in strength became apparent.

On his side, Big Skeleton was fighting as a separate entity.

—He was only at the third realm of法界, unable to form a special connection with Big Skeleton to unleash more powerful attacks.

As he was thinking, he saw the opponent disappear into thin air.

Damn it!

—It’s a movement technique!

Where did he go?

Without a second thought, Shen Ye drew his long saber, instantly unleashing the saber technique “Thinking of You.”

The long saber vibrated.

Everything around suddenly slowed down.

Shen Ye’s gaze shifted, only then was he startled to realize the opponent’s move.

To his left, the opponent was crouched low, directly in his blind spot.

That sword was obliquely stabbing towards his ribs.

If that hit landed, his entire waist, kidney, stomach, and heart would be pierced through all at once!

…Still quite formidable.

But.

Shen Ye’s gaze shifted again, only to see the handsome man’s feet slowly moving.

He stepped into a puddle of blood, slipped, and was about to accidentally fall.

Shen Ye held his saber to block the sword’s edge.

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal clashing.

A saber light with an afterimage surged from the Hongying Saber, striking towards the handsome man!

“The saber’s power ‘Toasting’ has been activated!”

The handsome man was startled and tried to dodge, but he slipped and couldn’t get out of the way.

Pfft.

A dull thud.

The saber light split his skull.

Instant death.

—Just now, Shen Ye had inflicted a “Danger” on him, and as soon as he resisted, the “Danger” exploded.

No choice.

Peril True Man is educating all beings.

He’s just that amazing.

The man let go and fell to the ground, but the sword flew up.

The rabbit appeared from the sword’s edge, looking as if it was about to escape, but was gently sucked into the void behind Shen Ye and directly taken away.

Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa sat on top of a tall building in Guanghan Palace, gently stroking the rabbit with a bone hand.

“Do you want this rabbit?” Shen Ye asked.

“To keep me company when I’m bored,” Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa said.

“Alright.”

—The rabbit in Underworld Lord’s arms was so scared that all its fur stood on end, but it didn’t dare to move a muscle.

Shen Ye sheathed his saber.

He looked around the entire hall.

Including the innkeeper, everyone was speechless.

Shen Ye was quite satisfied, though.

He killed three opponents.

He honed his saber techniques and gained gold and a Spirit of Magic.

Mythical terms, their power is extraordinary.

“Who else wants to come?” Shen Ye asked.

A moment of silence.

“I’ll come.”

The bare-chested brute from before stood up, caressing his bald head, and laughed loudly:

“You all, you can’t see through his tricks, but I’ve understood.”

“Very good,” the innkeeper nodded. “Go ahead, Blood Fiend Demon.”

“The spoils are mine,” the brute said.

“As long as you can defeat him, they are naturally yours,” the innkeeper said.

The brute, known as the Blood Fiend Demon, drew a waist-high wolf tooth club, whistled, and leaped high, soaring over the crowded professionals, directly charging towards Shen Ye.

“Are you sick?”

Shen Ye threw a ‘Danger’ at him, instinctively saying.

“Yes, I am sick!” the Blood Fiend Demon immediately responded.

Shen Ye paused slightly.

—Alright!

This guy looked reckless, but who knew he was so meticulous, instantly seeing through his mechanism for triggering mythical terms.

But…

Since it’s a mythical term, even the teacher praised it, and the Underworld Lord was more confident because of this term.

Do you think I can’t use it well?

“If you’re sick, you need to be cured,” Shen Ye quickly said.

“Cure it, then!” the Blood Fiend Demon shouted, raising his staff high, his body surging with power, seemingly preparing to unleash a绝招.

—He’s responding quite well!

His battle preparation and timing are also good.

However—

In the void, faint light gathered, forming lines of tiny words:

“The opponent has accepted the ‘Precept’ of the True Man.”

“This is a rare occurrence.”

“The ‘Peril’ above the opponent’s head has formed a mythical contract for healing and saving, and the ‘Inner Demon’ state has been officially activated.”

“From now on, he becomes your disciple and must obey your teachings.”

“Resistance will lead to the ‘Inner Demon’ devouring his soul, turning him into a zombie.”

“This contract is recognized and protected by the法界.”

“—The opponent is aware of this contract.”

The Blood Fiend Demon descended from mid-air, landing with a “thud” in front of Shen Ye.

“…” Shen Ye.

“…” Blood Fiend Demon.

Shen Ye sighed.

Now he finally understood why the description of “Peril” True Man was:

“Place ‘Peril’ on a target’s head with your mind, wait patiently for a few minutes, and then you can mourn for them.”

He had once complained that this description was like instant noodles.

But it was actually like this—

If you agree to be cured, you become an “Inner Demon Disciple.”

If you don’t agree to be cured, you die.

—This method of education was a bit too “perilous.”

“Still fighting?” Shen Ye asked.

The Blood Fiend Demon slowly hid the wolf tooth club behind him.

The innkeeper’s eyebrow twitched, and he shouted;

“Blood Fiend Demon, what are you doing?”

The Blood Fiend Demon’s expression was blank, his forehead covered in sweat. He slowly turned his head, glanced at the innkeeper, then slowly turned his head back.

A moment of dead silence.

Under everyone’s gaze, only a “thud” was heard, and the Blood Fiend Demon knelt on both knees, cupped his fists, and saluted solemnly:

“Master! Please teach me to cultivate!”

“Didn’t you just want some spoils of war?” Shen Ye asked unhurriedly.

The Blood Fiend Demon forced a smile uglier than crying:

“Master, the most valuable spoils of war in this world are your teachings!”