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Chapter 516 -467: Behind the Wooden Door (4K2, had a brain explosion last night, forgive me, big shots)

Chapter 516 -467: Behind the Wooden Door (4K2, had a brain explosion last night, forgive me, big shots)

“Immortal Shen… are you alright?”

As the Alliance Hierarch of the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance, Wen Qiujin quickly adjusted his emotions, but the moment he approached Shen Yi, he couldn’t help but feel his heart race upon sensing the rich Monster Blood aura emanating from him.

He even asked a rare piece of nonsense.

The demons from before couldn’t possibly have had the ability to injure Shen Yi.

Wen Qiujin’s face showed embarrassment: “Qiujin is but a mere merchant, unable to offer much help to the Immortal, for which I am truly sorry.”

These seemingly apologetic words made the faces of those around him change subtly.

His tone nearly expressed outright dissatisfaction with those several priests.

Given the calm nature of Alliance Hierarch Wen,

the statement had almost revealed his intention to settle accounts after the autumn.

“…”

A few priests floating in the air exchanged a quiet glance.

Then, with a slight sigh, they descended towards the ground.

There were only two tasks, the first they feared to undertake lest they offend the Dragon Palace, and the second they could not accomplish.

They stood silently behind Wen Qiujin, their eyes filled with shame as they cast their gaze towards Shen Yi.

The power displayed by this young disciple of the Immortal Sect had greatly surpassed that of an ordinary cultivator.

Not to mention the Dao Palace, bathed solely in pure Hongmeng Purple Qi, devoid of any impurity—an exceedingly rare feat even in legends, and not something to be recklessly boasted about.

With the augmentation of the Hongmeng Purple Qi on his Cultivation Technique, he was forcibly able to cross the watershed of the Late Stage of Returning Void.

The boundary was one thing,

but he toyed with a bunch of Aquatic Race demons at the seventh layer of Return to Void by relying on that mysterious and unpredictable Cultivation Technique.

As the saying goes, an onlooker sees more of the game.

Though their auras were similar, at the moment Shen Yi made his move, they had already lost any chance of escape.

The rich heritage of the Immortal Sect was something these priests, who relied on the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance for their livelihood, greatly envied.

“…”

Wen Qiujin glanced at the few people behind him but did not erupt on the spot.

He was just dissatisfied with their disobedience in battle and felt that the Heaven and Earth Treasures he gave out monthly were somewhat wasted.

But put in their shoes,

he feared he would have made the same choice.

After all, who could have guessed that a young cultivator, who appeared to be at the fourth layer of Returning Void on the surface, actually possessed a Spirit Puppet at the eighth layer of Returning Void, with his own strength nearing that of the puppet’s.

Alone with his puppet, he had eradicated a clearly impressive Aquatic Race force, cutting its elite down to the last.

Such military achievements were enough to be known far and wide, spreading across the waters and lands of Nan Hong, establishing no small reputation.

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In the eyes of Wen Qiujin,

such tactics might even surpass the background of an ordinary prodigy.

Even among the famous Direct Disciples of the Nan Hong Seven Sons, it was rare to find anyone within the same realm who could compare to Shen Yi.

Wen Qiujin was not afraid of Aquatic Race retaliation.

Judging from the fact that those demons dared not reveal their identities to the end, it was fairly obvious that this matter had not been approved by the Dragon Palace.

“Although the Immortal is powerful and capable of slaying demons, one should still be cautious. After all, it is impossible to eradicate all demons; there is no way to guard against a thief for a thousand days…”

With this thought, Wen Qiujin softly reminded him.

Shen Yi looked at him, then nodded slightly: “Thank you.”

He was being reminded to beware of an insider.

After all, he had only just set foot on the island and been approached by the Aquatic Race while having a meal.

To say that no one had passed information behind his back was impossible.

But rushing would be of no use.

Shen Yi stepped away from the crowd and walked towards the heart of the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance.

Several elders from the Chen family and people from the Qinghai Prefecture hurriedly followed him; compared to others, they knew of something even more terrifying.

Which was, before the one-on-one battle with the group of Aquatic Race,

Shen Yi had just eradicated a demon lair and nearly killed a prodigy at the sixth layer of Returning Void.

For any other cultivator, now wouldn’t be the time to heal, as they probably wouldn’t have even caught their breath, yet Immortal Shen seemed as if nothing had happened—where was the sense in that?

“Hiss.”

Watching the figure in the Ink Robe walk back,

the many cultivators of the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance, who had been gathered together, now instinctively stepped aside.

They did not have the discerning eyes of Wen Qiujin or the priests.

They only knew that this young cultivator was terrifyingly strong and extremely murderous; in their experience with escorting goods, such characters were the ones they would avoid upon hearing the slightest rumor.

Zhang Ye watched Shen Yi approach, swallowing hard as he felt the questioning gazes of those around him.

He subconsciously straightened his back, his face flushed with pride, and greeted with a bow: “Junior meets Senior Shen!”

Gosh, when had he ever held such esteem, especially within the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance? Just one acknowledgment from Senior Shen would give him more confidence in future negotiations.

Indeed, it was the worth of his discerning eyes that had recognized at first glance that Senior Shen was no ordinary person…

“How much did she give you?” Shen Yi casually asked.

He was now in dire need of treasures, and not even a fly’s leg could be ignored.

Zhang Ye was startled at first, then quickly realized he was referring to the Fairy of Baohua and without hesitation took out the Storage Bag: “Reporting to Senior Shen, everything is here, please take it.”

“I’ll take the person.”

Shen Yi did not accept the bag and nodded: “You keep your share, the rest is mine.”

Taking such risks to secure a fortune to aid in cultivation, although he was a bit poor now, there was no need to be too unseemly.

“Look at what you’re saying…”

Zhang Ye unconsciously started to bring out his standard sales pitch used during cash runs, but seeing Shen Yi’s serious expression, he paused, then somewhat unaccustomedly opened the Storage Bag and carefully separated eighty percent of its contents into another one.

“If it weren’t for you stepping in, I would’ve gotten the same amount selling the land elsewhere… And since you come from an Immortal Sect, noble and incomparable, the place you select for them will definitely be more suitable.”