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Chu Feng squatted in the square, with a pile of goods spread out in front of him.

Hongxiu, holding the account book, squatted down beside her, her little face flushed, muttering to herself.

"Sword Without Trace, 32,400 high-grade spirit stones, seven fifth-grade Rejuvenation Pills, three pieces of cold iron, two pieces of thunder spirit wood, and one natal magic sword..."

"Disciples A and B in grey robes, totaling seven hundred and ninety spirit stones..."

Chu Feng uncorked a bottle of Grade 5 Rejuvenation Pills, brought it to his nose, and sniffed it, then squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

"Hongxiu, let's settle the score."

Hongxiu turned to the last page of the account book and took a deep breath.

"Young Master, since entering the secret realm, we've already spent over 50,000 spirit stones. Add to that the pills, magic tools, spirit herbs, and all sorts of other miscellaneous items, and conservatively speaking, the total value is at least 100,000!"

"This doesn't even include the Yuan Tai Du Ying Zhi!"

Chu Feng capped the medicine bottle and carefully placed it into the innermost layer of his storage bag.

"Plus, Lei Wanjun still owes us 40,000 spirit stones. Once we leave the secret realm and collect the debt, I can directly break through to the Nascent Soul stage!"

Hongxiu closed the ledger, looked up at Chu Feng's greedy face, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Young master, others enter the secret realm for cultivation and experience, but you enter the secret realm to... purchase goods."

Is there a difference?

Chu Feng stood up, stretched, and glanced around the square.

Zhao Pojun hid directly in the ruins at the edge of the square.

Gu Hanchuan, however, had long since disappeared without a trace.

Chu Feng put his hands on his waist and clicked his tongue.

"That's not right."

"What's wrong?" Hongxiu leaned closer.

"Where is Liu Ruoxue? Where is Gu Yaoyao?"

Chu Feng frowned. "Logically speaking, there's no reason why Elder Zhang wouldn't send someone in to trip me up."

"And then there's Gu Yaoyao, Elder Xing's disciple. It's impossible for her not to come to such an important occasion."

"How come I haven't run into a single one?"

Hongxiu thought for a moment and then shook her head.

"Since I came in, I have only sensed people from the Liuyun Sect, the Tianjian Sect, and the Nanming Sect. I haven't encountered anyone named Gu Yaoyao."

Chu Feng stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

"These money-giving boys aren't very dedicated."

"Never mind, let's sweep the rest of the area first."

He bent down and picked up the last few scattered spirit stones from the ground, preparing to stuff them into his storage bag.

A streak of purplish-black lightning suddenly flashed across the sky.

"Young Master!"

Hongxiu suddenly stood up, staring intently at the bolt of lightning.

"A Golden Core level aura, but extremely weak, and... seems to be a lightning magic cultivator."

Chu Feng also straightened up.

The bolt of lightning flew lower and lower until it could no longer fly and plummeted from mid-air.

boom!

A human-shaped shadow crashed into a pile of rubble at the edge of the square, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Chu Feng squinted and looked over.

The man crawled out of the pit, his body charred black and his clothes tattered.

His once broad shoulders had slumped, his body was two sizes thinner than normal, and his eyes were sunken.

Although the face was completely unrecognizable, Chu Feng still recognized it.

"Holy crap, Lei Wanjun?"

Lei Wanjun had just climbed out of the pit when he looked up and saw Chu Feng; his eyes lit up instantly.

"Grandpa Chu!"

Lei Wanjun scrambled to Chu Feng's feet, his legs buckled, and he knelt down.

"Help! Grandpa Chu! Please save me!"

Chu Feng was taken aback by his appearance.

The last time I met him, he was incredibly strong and muscular; he could smash rocks to pieces with a single heavy hammer blow.

What now?

He was so thin he looked emaciated, and his breath was barely a whisper; he looked like a man who had been completely hollowed out.

Chu Feng looked him up and down with a strange expression.

"Senior Brother Lei, what kind of mess did you make in the secret realm?"

Lei Wanjun almost burst into tears.

"Grandpa Chu! It's not good news! It's bad news! A huge, terrible thing!"

"Stop joking, okay? Something's chasing me!"

Chu Feng looked at the sky behind him and indeed sensed a faint aura approaching from afar.

He stopped smiling and pulled the person up from the ground.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Lei Wanjun swallowed hard.

"Before entering the secret realm, Gu Hanchuan gave me a map, saying that there was an ancient cave in the southeast corner of the secret realm, where there was a great opportunity."

"As soon as I came in, I met up with another disciple and Gu Yaoyao, and the two of us went to find that place together."

"Gu Yaoyao?" Chu Feng raised an eyebrow. "She really came in?"

"Yes! That's her!"

Lei Wanjun's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"We've found that cave. There really is an opportunity inside: a blood-red flower."

"Gu Yaoyao said she recognizes that flower, that it's some kind of ancient spiritual plant, and told us not to touch it while she goes to investigate."

"As soon as she touched the flower, she completely changed."

Hongxiu interjected, "What's wrong with it?"

"Her eyes changed, they turned pink, and her voice changed too. She was like a completely different person."

Then she looked at another disciple and smiled...

At this point, Lei Wanjun couldn't help but shudder. "That disciple went over there like he'd lost his soul."

"I knew something was wrong right away and tried to pull him away, but it was too late."

"By the time I realized what was happening, he was already..."

"He's been drained dry!"

The square was silent for two seconds.

Chu Feng's expression turned serious.

"Sucked dry? What does that mean?"

"The literal meaning!"

"That thing isn't Gu Yaoyao anymore! It's an evil entity!"

"She drained the essence and life force of another disciple!"

Then she looked at me!

Chu Feng's lips twitched.

"So, the reason you look like you have kidney deficiency is...?"

"She grabbed me and messed with me for ages!"

Lei Wanjun was almost in tears.

"I don't want to! But she's too strong, I can't escape at all!"

"Luckily, I practice the Thunder Body Tempering Technique, making my physique far stronger than that disciple's. It took her ages to find an opening to escape!"

"Otherwise, I'd turn into a dried-up human body too!"

Chu Feng remained silent for a moment.

He turned and glanced at Hongxiu.

Hongxiu looked at him and whispered.

"Young master, this description... is very similar to the demon flower slave in the ancient evil cultivators."

"The Demon Flower Slave uses her beauty to serve men, employing evil magic to seize the bodies of living beings as her own, and then uses the method of dual cultivation to absorb the essence of male cultivators to strengthen herself."

"If the Blood Flower is indeed possessed by the remnant soul of the Demon Flower Slave, and Gu Yaoyao has been possessed..."

Chu Feng immediately understood.

"The one who's coming now is an ancient evil cultivator who was resurrected using Gu Yaoyao's body."

Hongxiu nodded.

"And if she absorbed the essence of another disciple, and then spent so much time messing with Lei Wanjun..."

Chu Feng quickly asked, "What is her current cultivation level?"

Lei Wanjun lowered his head somewhat awkwardly.

"After I escaped, I sensed something, and it was at least... a Nascent Soul."