Heaven rewards diligence, but there are always fairies plotting against me.

"That was a pretty quick reaction."

A cold voice boomed at the mouth of the canyon.

boom!

Chu Chang no longer concealed himself. He took a step forward, his entire body like a golden humanoid cannonball, falling from the sky and slamming heavily in front of the tall man in black.

The violent wind instantly tore the surrounding mist to shreds.

"Chu Chang? What are you doing here?"

The man in black, who looked like a dried corpse, was taken aback. He clearly hadn't expected Chu Chang to be able to bypass their senses and sneak up to such a close distance.

"The dead don't need to know that much."

Chu Chang's eyes were cold. He clenched his right fist tightly, and dark golden true essence gathered wildly on his fist, emitting a series of booming sounds like muffled thunder.

"Eight Desolations Demon-Suppressing Fist. Mountains and Rivers Shatter!"

Without any further words, Chu Chang threw a punch.

This punch embodied his terrifying cultivation at the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, coupled with the natural restraint of the Eight Desolations Demon Suppression Fist against demonic techniques. Wherever the fist passed, the void was slightly distorted.

"Damn it! How could his cultivation level be so low..."

The tall man in black felt the terrifying pressure contained in that punch and was terrified out of his wits. This was no ordinary newly promoted Foundation Establishment cultivator; even veteran disciples of the sect wouldn't possess such power!

In his haste, he roared and rapidly formed hand seals in front of his chest, as surging demonic energy transformed into a black skull shield that blocked his path.

"boom!!!"

The fist and the shield collided violently.

The moment they made contact, the seemingly sturdy demonic shield shattered as easily as if it were made of paper.

"what!"

With a piercing scream, Chu Chang's fist, still powerful, slammed heavily into the chest of the tall man in black.

The violent pure Yang true energy surged into the opponent's body in an instant, burning and shattering the demonic meridians within him.

The tall man in black was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the cliff face of the canyon. He spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs and died instantly.

One punch, instantly killing a third-level Foundation Condensation Realm demonic cultivator!

This scene not only shocked the remaining short man in black, but also made Lin Ruohan and Gu Ling Shuang, who had just arrived, widen their beautiful eyes in utter shock.

"You...you concealed your cultivation level? You're not even at the early Foundation Establishment stage!"

The short man in black trembled with fear, his previous arrogance completely gone.

He let out a strange cry, his figure transforming into a streak of blood-red light as he desperately fled into the depths of the canyon.

"Can they escape?"

Chu Chang snorted coldly, stomped his foot hard, and his figure transformed into a golden streak of light, instantly chasing after it.

The mist of Black Wind Valley was torn apart by the sharp sword energy and the violent fist wind.

"Blood Shadow Escape? Do you think you can escape from me?"

Chu Chang snorted coldly, pushing his Divine Speed ​​Step to its limit. His figure was like a golden lightning bolt, leaving many afterimages among the rocks and withered trees.

The short man in black ahead was frantically burning his own life essence, transforming into a strange ball of blood light, attempting to escape using the terrain.

But to his astonishment, he discovered that the terrifying aura behind him, as scorching as the blazing sun, had not only not been shaken off, but was rapidly approaching at a despairing speed.

"Damn it! What did this freak eat to grow up like this?!"

The short man in black sensed a gust of evil wind coming from behind him. He gritted his teeth, turned around abruptly, and shot out a sky full of pitch-black demonic needles from his sleeve. Each needle was coated with a deadly poison that could kill on sight.

"Open it!"

Chu Chang didn't even draw his sword; he simply threw a punch in mid-air.

Boom!

The overwhelming pure yang energy transformed into a tangible fist imprint, the violent fist wind swirling the countless demonic needles back, pinning them to the cliff faces on either side with a clang. Immediately afterward, the golden fist imprint slammed heavily into the short, black-clad man's protective demonic aura.

Click!

The protective light shield shattered instantly. The short man in black screamed as his leg bones were broken. He collapsed in the muddy water, coughing up black blood.

Chu Chang landed gracefully, placing one foot on the other's chest. He looked down at him, his eyes devoid of any warmth: "I'll only ask once, where is Yu Xiaoxiao? If you utter another word of nonsense, I'll destroy one of your chakras."

"Cough cough... You little beast from the Divine Sword Sect, don't even think about it..."

Click!

With a slight stomp of his foot, accompanied by a piercing sound of bones cracking, the short man in black's right shoulder was crushed into a bloody pulp.

"ah!!!"

The piercing screams echoed through the empty canyon, sending chills down one's spine.

At this moment, Lin Ruohan and Gu Ling Shuang also arrived using their movement techniques.

Seeing this scene, Gu Ling Shuang couldn't help but swallow slightly and muttered to herself, "This guy... he seems quite gentle on ordinary days, but when he gets going, he's like a killing god."

Lin Ruohan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as her gaze swept over the surging, ocean-like true energy fluctuations emanating from Chu Chang's body, and she was deeply shocked.

"Speak, or live or die?" Chu Chang's voice was like a cold wind blowing from the deepest hell, and his toes had already moved to the other's dantian.

"I...I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Faced with the terror of death, the demonic cultivator's mental defenses completely collapsed. Coughing up blood, he screamed, "That woman... she's been sent to the Rich and Noble Mansion in Qing Shi Town! Someone specifically asked for her!"

"Fugui Tower?"

Upon hearing this name, Lin Ruohan and Gu Ling Shuang's expressions changed simultaneously.

"Chu Chang, that Fugui Tower... it belongs to Senior Brother Xiao He, a true disciple of the sect." Gu Ling Shuang stepped forward quickly, her expression grave. "Senior Brother Xiao He is a late-stage Foundation Condensation Realm expert and a disciple of the Grand Elder, wielding immense power within the inner sect. How could he be involved in this matter?"

Chu Chang narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a burst of true essence from his feet, he directly shattered the heart meridian of the demonic cultivator on the ground.

"Whether it's a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, since the person is there, we'll go and see for ourselves."

Chu Chang drew his Golden Geng Demon-Suppressing Sword, wiped away non-existent blood, and turned to the two women: "Senior sisters, do you dare to venture into this Wealthy Pavilion?"

Lin Ruohan coldly uttered a single word: "Go."

Half an hour later.

The three returned to Qing Shi Town, but this time, they went straight to the town's most central and bustling area.

After passing through several wide streets, a massive building entirely constructed of golden nanmu wood and white jade suddenly came into view.

"Fugui Building".

These three large characters, cast in pure gold, gleamed with the ostentatious glint of a nouveau riche in the night. This place was not only the largest den of iniquity in Qing Shi Town, but also a paradise that all cultivators within a hundred miles longed for.

"Ding-dong..."

Before you even get close, a clear and melodious sound of string and bamboo instruments drifts into your ears.

The Wealthy Tower stands five stories high, each floor adorned with lanterns powered by spirit stones, illuminating the entire street as if it were daytime. The tower is surrounded by various mysterious spirit-gathering formations, making the spiritual energy here as dense as that of the outer peaks of the Divine Sword Sect.

"Please come in, esteemed immortals!"

At the entrance, several scantily clad and beautiful maids with Qi Refining stage cultivation were flamboyantly greeting the distinguished guests. Those entering and leaving this place were either scions of powerful sects or wealthy Foundation Establishment stage rogue cultivators.

"On the surface, this place is a restaurant, but in reality, it also operates auctions, spirit beast trading, and even... the clandestine human trafficking of female cultivators." Gu Ling Shuang looked at the luxurious and decadent scene before her, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes, and explained in a low voice, "Xiao He relies on his status to wield absolute power here, and even the sect's law enforcement team usually turns a blind eye to him."

Chu Chang remained calm as he stepped into the main hall.

Upon entering the main hall, one is immediately struck by the opulent atmosphere of worldly life. The floor is covered with the pelts of third-tier demonic beasts, and the tables are laden with priceless spirit wines and jade liquors.

However, the pure yang energy within Chu Chang's body keenly detected a faint trace of deathly demonic energy emanating from the depths of the earth the moment he stepped into the building, along with the faint fragrance of Yu Xiaoxiao's body.

"Down below."

Chu Chang withdrew his gaze and nodded slightly to Lin Ruohan and Gu Ling Shuang.

"Since they're here, let's make a scene and force them to hand over the person." A cold smile curled at the corner of Chu Chang's lips.

The sixty drops of pure yang essence in his body instantly boiled, and an extremely terrifying pressure, like a dormant volcano, suddenly erupted in this magnificent hall!

Inside the grand lobby of Fugui Building, the carved beams and painted rafters were filled with distinguished guests.

This place is home to many disciples from the Divine Sword Sect's immortal cultivation families, as well as powerful rogue cultivators who rely on the sect for a living.

The aromas of wine, meat, and the perfumes of the female nuns mingled together, fermenting into a decadent and intoxicating atmosphere amidst the sensual music.

Chu Chang, Lin Ruohan, and Gu Ling Shuang chose a large round table by the window to sit down.

"Waiter, bring me the wine! I want your strongest and most expensive 'Shaodaozi Xianniang'!"

Chu Chang slammed his hand on the warm, smooth jade tabletop, producing a dull thud that made the wine glasses on the surrounding tables tremble slightly.

His shout was so loud that it even drowned out the sounds of string and wind instruments on the central stage.

Many of the cultivators who were toasting each other frowned and cast displeased glances at them.

"Chu Chang, what is this...?" Gu Ling Shuang's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she transmitted her voice with some doubt.

"To force a snake out of its hole, there has to be a reason. Just you wait and see." Chu Chang smiled slightly, but his eyes were clear and lucid.

A moment later, a shop assistant at the fifth level of the Qi Refining stage nervously brought over several jars of spirit wine, perfectly sealed in mud: "Immortal Master, this is our shop's signature 'Blazing Sun Blade Wine,' each jar costs two mid-grade spirit stones..."

"Snapped!"

Without saying a word, Chu Chang directly took out ten mid-grade spirit stones, casually broke the mud seal, and tilted his head back to drink them.

Glug, glug.

He drank the entire jar of spirit wine, which contained violent fire-type spiritual power, down in one gulp, like a bull.

After drinking the strong liquor, the spiritual energy, which would be enough to burn through the stomach and intestines in the eyes of ordinary people, was instantly assimilated and absorbed by the pure yang true liquid in Chu Chang's body.

But he deliberately circulated his qi and blood, his cheeks instantly turning red, his eyes becoming "dazed," and his body swaying slightly.

"Good wine! But... not strong enough!"

Chu Chang stood up "drunk," carrying an empty wine jar, and swayed as he walked to the table next to the guests.

Four young cultivators dressed in brocade robes sat at the table. Their cultivation levels were all between the ninth and great perfection of the Qi Refining stage. They were arrogant and obviously scions of some cultivation family.

"Hey, you guys... what are you looking at?"

With a loud "smack," Chu Chang slammed the empty wine jar heavily onto the center of their table, shattering a plate of exquisite spiritual fruits and splashing wine all over the face of the young man in brocade robes who was leading the group.

"You bastard! Where did this drunkard come from, daring to cause trouble at Fugui Restaurant?!"

The young man in brocade robes flew into a rage, abruptly standing up, his spiritual energy surging. He wiped the wine from his face, pointed at Chu Chang's nose, and cursed, "Don't you even know who I am...?"

"I'm your father!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Chang, emboldened by the alcohol, suddenly reached out with his large, fan-like hand, precisely grabbed the young man's collar, and then flung him backward.

call! ! !

Before the young man in brocade could even scream, he was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing the screen on the central stage and crashing to the ground, groaning and unconscious.

"Young Master!"

The other three cultivators at the table were shocked and drew their weapons, shouting angrily, "Arrogant fool, you're courting death!"

Suddenly, the music in the entire hall stopped abruptly, and all the guests excitedly gathered around. In Qing Shi Town, no one had dared to cause trouble at Brother Xiao He's Fu Gui Lou for many years.