A cunning rabbit has three burrows. The Black Wind Thieves possessed over a dozen hideouts, and their leader would always inform them in advance of where to assemble.

The rendezvous point this time was a cavern at the base of a cliff, carved out by a mountain stream. Because the Spiritual Qi was scarce and the terrain treacherous, it was rarely visited. In the hundred years since it was established, only a few mortal Medicine Gatherers had ever stumbled upon it by chance.

Now, bloodcurdling screams echoed through the damp, sunless cavern, like the shriek of a night owl, sending a chill down one’s spine.

The Black Wind Thieves who had been tasked with guarding the Flying Boat and preventing the Zhang Family’s Direct Descendant from escaping were all hanging in mid-air, suspended by iron chains. An eerie Yin Fire burned fiercely upon their bodies.

This flame was called the Earth Evil Yin Fire. It was a bizarre type of Yin Fire that could only occasionally form in places where Yin Qi converged. When it burned, it not only insidiously damaged the physical body but also scorched the Divine Soul. The slightest touch was enough to inflict pain so excruciating one would wish for death.

Now, these Tribulation Cultivators were completely engulfed in the Yin Fire. One could only imagine the agony they were suffering.

The leader of the Black Wind Thieves was currently sitting cross-legged on a high stone throne. A strange bronze mask concealed his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes that seemed to see through everything.

On the table before him rested a severed head, its eyes wide open in death. The head was covered in blood, its black hair disheveled. It was none other than the head of the Lu Family’s Golden Core Cultivator.

Amidst the screams of their comrades, all the Black Wind Thieves in the cavern trembled, not daring to make a single sound for fear of attracting their leader’s attention.

The leader waited until the Black Wind Thieves in the Yin Fire had screamed themselves hoarse before waving his hand, recalling the now well-fed Earth Evil Yin Fire back into his sleeve.

The Black Wind Thieves were on the verge of death after being tortured by the Earth Evil Yin Fire. Those waiting at the side took them down from the chains and fed them healing Spirit Pills, allowing them to barely regain their breath.

The leader of the Black Wind Thieves was about to berate these useless fools some more when he suddenly raised his head in shock.

An azure-gold Gang Qi Hand suddenly descended from the sky, pressing down on his head with the force of a collapsing mountain.

Faced with such terrifying power, even the Black Wind Thieves’ leader, a Golden Core Realm cultivator, felt his breath catch in his throat, struggling to breathe.

His eyes flew wide with fury. He channeled all his Magical Power, pushing the Earth Evil Yin Fire to its absolute limit, transforming it into a giant, demonic skull that lunged toward the Gang Qi Hand.

The Gang Qi Hand merely grasped the demonic skull, and with a firm squeeze, it completely snuffed out the incomparably sinister Earth Evil Yin Fire.

Had the leader of the Black Wind Thieves used any other technique, it might have been a different story. But this kind of sinister True Fire was completely and utterly countered by the Celestial True Gang, leaving it no room to struggle at all.

The leader had spent an unknown amount of effort refining this Earth Evil Yin Fire to the point where he could command it with a thought, and it had long since fused with his very consciousness.

Now that Yang Jing had destroyed it, his consciousness was instantly and severely damaged.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and was about to deploy a Magical Treasure to attack, but the Gang Qi Hand snatched him up. A pulse of Celestial Gang Qi suppressed all the Magical Power in his body, rendering him completely immobile.

Seeing their leader, a man of vast Divine Techniques and unparalleled might, suppressed in just two or three moves, the other Black Wind Thieves in the cavern turned pale with fright, finding it almost impossible to accept.

Yang Jing appeared out of the void. He held a cluster of green light in his hand, and with a single wave, it transformed into millions of Yi Wood Divine Needles, as fine as ox-hair, shooting forth.

All the Black Wind Thieves present could only look up to see a sky full of green light raining down like a sudden squall. Those who reacted slowly felt a numbing sensation and then collapsed. The faster ones managed to erect a Defensive Spirit Light for a moment, but the unending barrage of Yi Wood Divine Needles pierced through it in an instant.

In just a few breaths, the Black Wind Thieves, who had terrorized the region for nearly a hundred years, were captured all at once.

"Who in the world are you!?"

The leader of the Black Wind Thieves was utterly terrified and stared fixedly at Yang Jing.

With a surge of Magical Power, Yang Jing tore the mask from the leader’s face, revealing a pale, sullen countenance.

"Speak. Where have you hidden all the treasures the Black Wind Thieves have plundered over the years?"

’It’s a shame. The leader of the Black Wind Thieves wasn’t Wu Jingyuan, as I’d guessed. Of course, if it had been Wu Jingyuan, with his Perfect Golden Core and unrivaled combat prowess, I wouldn’t have been able to capture him so easily with just the Pure Yang Qi Grand Capture.’

The leader of the Black Wind Thieves was extremely stubborn. Yang Jing pressed him for answers and even used the Gang Qi Hand to crush several of his bones, but he still refused to say a word.

Yang Jing didn’t bother asking any more questions. He directly pulled the man into his Inner World and let the Wanhua Child slowly interrogate him. With the Wanhua Child’s methods, a mere Golden Core Cultivator wouldn’t be able to hide any secrets from him.

With another wave of his hand, he pulled the other Black Wind Thieves into his Inner World as well, then turned his gaze to the Lu Family’s Flying Boat.

The Celestial Waterfall Sword shot out, transforming into a sharp ray of light that slashed straight down. It pierced through the Flying Boat and dug out the Spiritual Eye Object at its core. The Spiritual Eye Object from this Flying Boat looked like a withered tree root, and the Spiritual Qi it emanated was far inferior to the Tier Four Spiritual Eye Object Yang Jing had previously obtained.

Still, Yang Jing wasn’t one to be picky. He directly stored both the root and the Flying Boat in his Inner World.

’Speaking of which, the Black Wind Thieves have plundered so many Flying Boats over the last century, slaughtering everyone on board without exception after each success. They must have quite a collection of Spiritual Eye Objects.’