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Seeing Gu Huang adopt a submissive posture, Wang Qiuyue’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The low-tier cultivators in the city below might not have noticed Gu Huang’s injuries, but they couldn’t escape her discerning eyes.

Gu Huang had clearly suffered a setback at the hands of the so-called "demonic cultivator" and had come seeking revenge.

She immediately grew curious. Who could possibly defeat Gu Huang, a mid-Body Integration Stage sword cultivator, forcing him to seek refuge in Chu’an City?

"Fellow Daoist, were you able to track down this demonic cultivator?"

Gu Huang shook his head. "The man fled into the city, using the dense spiritual energy of the gathered cultivators to mask his residual aura. I lost his trail completely."

Wang Qiuyue’s smile widened slightly.

"As a demonic cultivator, his aura should be unmistakable. How could you fail to track him?"

With that, Wang Qiuyue swept her divine sense across the entire city.

Unlike Gu Huang’s domineering approach, her divine sense flowed like a gentle breeze, harming no one. However, this also meant she couldn’t penetrate the formation-protected secret chambers and cultivation caves.

After feigning a thorough search, Wang Qiuyue said with feigned puzzlement, "There truly isn’t a trace of demonic cultivator aura! Fellow Daoist, are you certain this person is within the city?"

"I’ve been tracking his residual aura all the way here. There’s no mistake!" Gu Huang insisted.

"It seems he’s using some secret art to conceal his aura," Wang Qiuyue replied. "To find him, we’ll have to search every secret chamber and cultivation cave one by one. Do you know any distinguishing features about him? I’ll instruct my subordinates to scour the entire city. He won’t escape this time."

Seeing Wang Qiuyue’s eagerness to help, Gu Huang’s face softened with gratitude. "Then I thank you in advance, Fellow Daoist. He’s a Peak Void Refinement male cultivator, a practitioner of the Corpse Dao, appearing to be around forty years old."

"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist," Wang Qiuyue said. "I’ll do everything in my power to help you capture that demonic cultivator."

Though Wang Qiuyue’s words were full of assurances, Gu Huang sensed a suppressed excitement in her tone, stirring unease in his heart.

Her subsequent actions fully confirmed his suspicions.

Wang Qiuyue channeled spiritual power into her voice and declared loudly,

"All Spirit Jade Palace disciples in Chu’an City, heed this command! Fellow Daoist Gu Huang of the Myriad Swords Pavilion, a Body Integration Stage cultivator, has been severely wounded by a Peak Void Refinement Stage Corpse Dao demonic cultivator, losing a hand and an arm. The demonic cultivator has fled into Chu’an City. To help Fellow Daoist Gu Huang avenge this humiliation, all disciples must immediately search every inn, cultivation cave, and residence within the city. Find the demonic cultivator at all costs!"

The moment these words rang out, the entire city erupted into chaos, buzzing like a swarm of a billion bees.

"Did I hear right? A Body Integration Stage great power wounded by a Void Refinement Stage cultivator?" An old man with a goatee exclaimed in disbelief from a street corner.

His companion glanced fearfully at the sky before turning to leave.

"Old Man Li, you’re courting death! Don’t drag me into this. How dare you even discuss a Body Integration Stage cultivator?"

Similar murmurs echoed throughout the city.

Listening to the commotion, Song Wen smiled faintly as he watched Wang Qiuyue hovering in the air.

This woman isn’t afraid to make enemies, he thought. She’s using such blatant tactics to humiliate Gu Huang.

As a Body Integration Stage cultivator, Gu Huang naturally valued his reputation. His face turned as cold as frost, his expression so dark it seemed like water could drip from it.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I will remember this day’s events," he said, his voice dripping with venom.

With that, Gu Huang turned and vanished in a blur of motion.

Watching Gu Huang’s retreating figure, Wang Qiuyue smirked coldly.

"Daring to act so arrogantly on Spirit Jade Palace territory? And you expect me to help you find your target? Wishful thinking!"

With Gu Huang’s retreat, the looming threat vanished, and Song Wen’s spirits lifted considerably.

However, he didn’t immediately leave Chu’an City. Instead, he rented a small courtyard at an inn and settled in.

Though Gu Huang had seemingly withdrawn, he had been severely injured by Song Wen and publicly humiliated by Wang Qiuyue. No one could be certain whether he might be lurking somewhere, waiting for an opportunity to slaughter cultivators leaving the city in revenge.

It was safer to wait a few more days before venturing out.

For the next period, Song Wen truly lived the part of a young master from a noble family.

During the day, he strolled through the city’s shops and stalls, purchasing spiritual materials or sampling rare delicacies.

At night, committed to maintaining his aristocratic facade, he frequented various pleasure districts, forging deep friendships—even sworn brotherhoods—with several courtesans.

As a result, the courtyard he had rented remained unused, not a single night spent there.

A month later.

Escorted by three beautiful women, Song Wen slowly emerged from the Dream Pavilion, his expression momentarily freezing.

He suddenly realized he had forgotten something.

Walking down the bustling street, Song Wen frowned in deep thought.

A moment later, it struck him: the Nether Fox was still in the Primordial Qi Death Zone.

"It’s time to leave," Song Wen thought to himself, glancing back at the Dream Pavilion with a hint of reluctance.

Rising into the air, Song Wen departed the city at the speed of a divine transformation cultivator.

The journey was smooth, and he soon arrived at the edge of the Primordial Qi Death Zone.

Activating their contract, Song Wen sensed the Nether Fox’s location and plunged into the swirling Primordial Qi.

After traversing over 200,000 miles within the Primordial Qi Death Zone, Song Wen halted.

The shadow void had already pinpointed the Nether Fox’s location.

It was in a cave five thousand miles away, devouring a void fiend.

The fiend was still alive, occasionally twitching in struggle, but the Nether Fox paid it no mind, continuing to feast while watching its prey writhe.

"Are there any human cultivators near the Nether Fox?" Song Wen asked the shadow void in his Sea of Consciousness.

Song Wen worried that the Six Fiends Hall wouldn’t let the death of their Peak Void Refinement corpse cultivator go unpunished. He suspected they might suspect the Nether Fox, which had appeared in the mountain valley where the Six Fiends Hall was located, and secretly monitor it.

"Within a ten-thousand-mile radius, you’re the only human," Shadow Void reported.

"Can you send a telepathic message to the Nether Fox?" Song Wen asked.

"Since it’s within the range of my divine sense, naturally," Shadow Void replied.

"Good. Send it a message and tell it to come see me," Song Wen instructed.

Shadow Void obeyed.

Five thousand miles away, the Nether Fox received the telepathic message. It glanced in the direction of Song Wen’s location, its eyes filled with resistance.

Raising its front paw, it crushed the barely alive void fiend with a single strike, then leaped out of its cave.

When it arrived at the spot where Song Wen had been, it found no trace of him.

The Nether Fox twitched its nose, sniffing the air.

"His scent lingers here, but why is he gone? Could he have encountered a Void Clan powerhouse and been captured?"

At this thought, the Nether Fox’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

(End of the Chapter)

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