Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

After watching those dark figures disappear,

Xia Jin and Shen Jinghan moved at great speed, one after the other, and in no time they had landed at the foot of the mountain where the Hall of Wrathful Souls was located.

Shen Jinghan had just landed when he suddenly stopped.

He suddenly slapped his forehead.

"broken!"

Xia Jin was about to take a step when she heard this and stopped, her brows furrowing slightly: "What's wrong?"

"I almost forgot something!" Shen Jinghan chuckled foolishly, then quickly pulled out a crimson talisman from his sleeve, held it between two fingers, and with a burst of spiritual energy, the talisman instantly ignited without wind, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating into the air.

"This is..." Xia Jin looked at the other person suspiciously.

"A communication talisman." Shen Jinghan flicked the ashes off his fingers, then breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "I need to inform Gongye Qinchuan about the departure of those people from the Wrathful Soul Hall first."

Xia Jin was stunned for a moment.

Shen Jinghan glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "What else did you think? The 'Thirteen Bandits' are, after all, our allies. If they were wiped out by the Ghost Garrison without any preparation, that wouldn't be fun."

"Let's go, it's our turn."

Two figures silently disappeared into the complex of the Hall of Wrathful Souls.

The Hall of Wrathful Souls occupies a considerable area and is built against the mountain.

However, at this moment, the atmosphere in this sect seemed somewhat desolate.

Gui Shu took away nearly a hundred powerful individuals, including the twenty fearsome blood puppets. While the number of people left behind was not small, most were at the third or fourth level of the Immortal Ascension Realm, which might be considered a formidable force under normal circumstances, but in front of Xia Jin and her companion…

Not enough.

The two parted ways at the mountain gate, following their pre-arranged plan.

Xia Jin was tasked with creating chaos to distract those who remained behind.

Shen Jinghan then sneaked into various parts of the hall, setting fires and causing chaos, burning as much as he could.

"Hehehe, Junior Brother Xia, remember, make a big commotion." Shen Jinghan instructed before leaving, "The bigger the better, so I'll have enough time to burn down the entire Wrathful Soul Palace."

Xia Jin raised an eyebrow.

"Don't worry, I'm good at this kind of thing."

Shen Jinghan's figure quickly disappeared into the shadows of a side hall.

Xia Jin stood alone by the mountain gate, her eyes slightly narrowed, her divine sense spreading out silently.

He's looking for it.

Find the most valuable place in this Hall of Wrathful Souls.

A moment later, Xia Jin's lips curled up slightly.

found it.

treasure house.

Although the Hall of Wrathful Souls has experienced some turmoil, it is still a dominant force that has occupied Pingyang County for many years. Over the years, it must have amassed a considerable amount of rare and precious materials, spirit stones, and elixirs.

Xia Jin took light steps and, in a few leaps, arrived in front of a completely black palace.

The temple doors were tightly closed, and a simple, ancient character for "hidden" was carved on the lintel.

Four guards in black robes stood at the gate, their auras all around the fourth level of the Immortal Ascension Realm.

Xia Jin didn't even bother to hide herself; she simply stepped out from the shadows.

"Who goes there! Don't you know the rules? Within a hundred meters of the treasure vault, without the Palace Master's permission..."

The guard in the lead had barely opened his mouth when his voice abruptly stopped.

A cold light flashed.

The four heads flew up almost simultaneously, and the four headless corpses fell to the ground together.

The entire process took less than a breath.

Xia Jin glanced expressionlessly at the corpse on the ground, walked to the palace gate, and kicked it.

boom!!

The heavy ironwood gate shattered like paper under his kick.

The interior of the vault was much larger than I had imagined.

Rows of wooden shelves were neatly arranged, filled with all kinds of bottles and jars, cultivation manuals, magical artifacts and treasures, a dazzling array of everything imaginable.

Anyone else would probably be dazzled and wish they could empty the entire treasure trove.

Xia Jin only glanced at them casually before paying no further attention.

"There's quite a lot of stuff, but it's a pity that too few people came this time. Otherwise, we could have emptied this entire treasure trove."

He sighed, seemingly helplessly, then closed his eyes, his divine sense surging out like a tide, searching inch by inch within this treasure trove.

He was looking for something that emitted spiritual energy.

The things displayed on the outside may be valuable, but the truly good things are often hidden away.

Xia Jin's divine sense swept over rows of wooden shelves, passed through hidden compartments, and finally...

stopped.

Deep within the treasure vault, in an inconspicuous corner, lay a jumble of objects.

But beneath that pile of clutter, a faint yet strangely peculiar aura was emanating from it, almost imperceptibly.

Xia Jin opened her eyes and quickly walked over.

He crouched down and cleared away the debris layer by layer.

Finally, at the very bottom, he saw that thing.

It was a white bone.

It was about a foot long, and its entire body was as white as jade. Its surface was so smooth that it was almost transparent. Even under the candlelight, one could faintly see the reddish lines flowing through its bones.

Xia Jin held the skeleton in her hand and couldn't help but frown.

He sensed an extremely pure aura of fire essence on this skeleton.

If he hadn't cultivated the Nine Revolutions Creation Scripture, he probably wouldn't have been able to perceive the extraordinary nature of this white bone.

"What exactly is this..." Xia Jin murmured to herself, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

This white bone, its origin unknown, retains the aura of the source of fire, and has remained for countless years. The level of that beast in its lifetime must have been terrifyingly high.

At least, it's far beyond what he can achieve now.

"Forget it, I'll take it first. Perhaps Master knows something." Xia Jin took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and put the skeleton into her storage ring.

Regardless of its origin, now that it's in his hands, it's his.

Just as he was about to get up and explore other treasures, a series of noisy footsteps, mixed with angry shouts, suddenly came from outside the treasure vault door.

"Intruder!"

"Quickly! Report to the elders! The treasury has been broken into!"

"Fifth Brother and the others... are all dead!"

Xia Jin frowned.

The bodies of the four guards have obviously been discovered.

He stood up and walked straight out the door.

The moment he stepped out of the treasure vault, dozens of figures had already gathered outside.

Leading the group were several disciples of the Wrathful Soul Palace at the sixth level of the Immortal Ascension Realm, who were staring intently at him with eyes full of shock and anger.

"Who are you! How dare you trespass into the treasury of my Wrathful Soul Palace? You seem to have a death wish!"

"That's right, kneel down and surrender immediately!! Otherwise, you'll definitely get a taste of..." A disciple of the Wrathful Soul Hall sneered, preparing to make his move.

Unfortunately, Xia Jin didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.

A flash of cold light,

The first few disciples of the Wrathful Soul Hall were beheaded.

Blood was spilled all over the ground.

Xia Jin stood with her hands behind her back, calmly looking at the remaining people, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"What, you have a problem with that?"

kill.

kill.

kill.

Xia Jin walked alone towards the mountain gate, but with each step she took, a disciple of the Wrathful Soul Hall fell down.

A trail of blood appeared on the ground.

Below the sixth level of the Immortal Ascension Realm, almost no one can withstand a single sword strike from him.

When Xia Jin reached the front hall square, nearly a hundred corpses lay behind her.

"Hmph! It seems Senior Brother Shen was right. All the experts from the Wrathful Soul Hall have left, leaving behind only a bunch of useless trash!"

He shook his head, seemingly disappointed, as he prepared to leave.

A gaunt figure suddenly appeared at the end of the square.

"Huh!?" Xia Jin's steps suddenly stopped, her gaze falling on that figure.

It was an old man.

To be precise, he was a lame old man.

He was wearing a gray robe, and his left leg was obviously injured, so he walked with a limp, leaning on a black iron crutch.

But his eyes, though cloudy, held a chilling light that made Xia Jin's heart tremble.

"Ascending to the Immortal Realm...Eight Level?"

The lame man's voice was completely flat.

But a hint of surprise did flash in those cloudy eyes.

He seemed to have never expected that a young man at the eighth level of the Immortal Ascension Realm would dare to break into the Hall of Wrathful Souls single-handedly and kill so many people.

But soon, he smiled.

That smile was full of sarcasm.

"A mere eighth-level Immortal Ascension cultivator dares to act so presumptuously in my Wrathful Soul Palace? Who gave you the audacity?"

With a cold laugh, the old man raised his right hand, which was not using a cane, and casually grabbed at Xia Jin.

A simple grab.

No fancy moves, no dazzling brilliance.

But in that instant, Xia Jin felt as if the air around him had frozen, and a terrifying, overwhelming force pressed down on him from all directions.

A gigantic hand appeared out of thin air above his head, its five fingers spread wide like a net, descending upon him.

Xia Jin's expression finally changed.

"Dragon Transformation Realm?!"

Upon ascending to the realm of immortals, one transforms into a dragon.