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

Xia Jin stared at the fallen corpse, then with a thought, the stone sword transformed into a stream of light, entered his brow, and sank into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Elder Sun managed to stand up straight, panting heavily.

She stared wide-eyed at Xia Jin, then at Gui Shu's corpse on the ground, and for the first time felt as if the world had gone mad.

This Xia Jin

He actually killed Gui Shu, the master of the Hall of Wrathful Souls.

No! It should be that stone sword.

Elder Sun recalled the terrifying scene of the stone sword erupting from its socket.

Her sword heart, which she had cultivated for hundreds of years, trembled violently in that instant, as if it had encountered some extremely terrifying existence and was about to shatter on the spot.

She had never encountered such a situation in her hundreds of years of cultivation!

"Boy!" Elder Sun stared intently at Xia Jin, no longer caring about the surging blood and qi within him. "What was that stone sword of yours just now?!"

She was certain that the stone sword was no ordinary item!

It was incomparable to any divine weapon she knew!

Xia Jin turned around, glanced at Elder Sun, and still had a faint smile on her face.

"Elder Sun, this is a secret!"

Elder Sun was stunned, and almost choked to death.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask again, but seeing Xia Jin's smiling face, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

That little brat!

Elder Sun cursed inwardly, but then he thought about it again and felt somewhat helpless.

Even if Xia Jin really didn't want to tell her, she couldn't force her to, could she?

"Elder Sun, if you really want to know, you can go back and ask Sect Master Leng. In the entire Glazed Sword Sect, besides me, she's probably the only one who knows. However, I'm not sure if Sect Master Leng is willing to let you know." Xia Jin grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, as she looked at Elder Sun's somewhat aggrieved expression.

But Elder Sun understood the underlying meaning.

She looked at Xia Jin with a strange expression.

Sect Master...did you already know all along?

No wonder Sect Master Leng values ​​this young man so much, not only making him the only male disciple in the history of the Glazed Sword Sect, but also entrusting him with the important responsibility of senior disciple.

That's it!

Seeing that Elder Sun seemed to be deep in thought, Xia Jin didn't stay idle either. She turned around, squatted down next to Gui Shu's corpse, and started working.

His movements were very practiced, clearly not the first time he had done this. He quickly pulled out three storage bags and stuffed them all into his own storage bag without even looking at them.

Then they searched every pocket on Gui Shu's body, even the hidden compartments, taking everything they could find. Finally, they even stripped Gui Shu of his black robe.

Elder Sun recovered his senses and looked at Xia Jin's series of smooth and effortless actions, his eyes twitching a few times involuntarily.

"Hehehe, Elder Sun, you can handle this corpse." Xia Jin immediately straightened her expression when she saw Elder Sun's strange look.

"I have to hurry over to meet up with Junior Sister Mu and the others, so I won't stay any longer."

After saying that, he bowed slightly to Elder Sun, and then transformed into a streak of light, rushing off into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, only Elder Sun was left standing alone, staring blankly at the naked corpse of Gui Shu on the ground.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Elder Sun shivered.

She glanced in the direction Xia Jin had disappeared, and her lips twitched involuntarily, revealing a wry smile.

This Xia Jin is quite an interesting little guy.

She crouched down and carefully examined Gui Shu's body. Only after confirming that he was indeed dead beyond any doubt did she let out a long sigh of relief.

One of the hall masters of the Hall of Wrathful Souls died here.

If this news gets out, the entire Mirage Realm will probably be shaken.

Sect Master, it seems our Glazed Sword Sect has truly struck gold this time.

......

With all their might, Xia Jin caught up with Mu Qingxue and the others in less than an hour.

However, he did not alert anyone and quietly slipped into his private carriage.

Xia Jin sat cross-legged, closed her eyes and regulated her breathing for a moment before taking out the three storage bags she had taken from Gui Shu from her bosom.

Xia Jin held the three storage bags in her palm, weighed them in her hand, and unconsciously smiled slightly.

"The collection of the Lord of the Hall of Wrathful Souls shouldn't disappoint, right?"

He first unlocked the restriction on the first storage bag, probed it with his divine sense, and a smile appeared on his face.

Spirit Stone!

A mountain of spirit stones!

With a thought, Xia Jin transferred all the spirit stones into her storage ring.

Next is the second storage bag.

This bag contains various elixirs and spiritual materials.

He put these things away as well, and his anticipation for the third storage bag grew even stronger.

The first two are already so generous, what good things might be hidden in the third?

Xia Jin took a deep breath and probed the third storage bag with her divine sense.

A moment later, his eyes lit up.

He immediately spotted the slightly yellowed book; the words on the cover were somewhat blurred, but he could still vaguely make out three large characters.

Blood Puppet Technique!

Xia Jin's pupils contracted slightly; this evil technique had actually fallen into his hands.

With a flick of his wrist, the Blood Puppet Technique manual instantly fell into his hands.

After casually flipping through a few pages, Xia Jin's expression gradually became serious.

As expected of the evil technique created by that Blood Puppet Ancestor! After only reading half of it, Xia Jin's expression grew increasingly gloomy.

The refining methods described in this book are so cruel as to be utterly appalling.

"Utterly devoid of conscience." Xia Jin closed the book and coldly uttered the four words.

A wisp of white flame shot up from his fingertips, almost burning the evil spell to ashes.

But just as the flame was about to touch the pages, his hand suddenly stopped.

Because a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

"Although it's an evil art, what if we could turn those extraterrestrial races into blood puppets? Using their own kind to fight themselves. That wouldn't be bad!"

Xia Jin thought of the alien races she had fought against in the past, and her eyes gradually turned cold.

"At that time, we can use them as test subjects."