Chapter 75

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Chapter 75: Heavenly Demon Pill

When the Blood Demon Sect disciples heard the phrase “thrown into the river to feed the fish,” their expressions shifted. They assumed Zhou Lanting, who was waiting outside, had been killed. Fear crept into their hearts, disrupting their battle rhythm.

Doubt flickered in their minds. If Zhou Lanting hadn’t been eliminated, how had Yi Qianmo managed to get inside?

What they didn’t know was that Zhou Lanting, still standing outside the door, was furiously cursing Yi Qianmo’s ancestors.

At last, he understood how Yi Qianmo, knowing there were two Foundation Establishment cultivators inside, had dared to step in. Yet, Zhou Lanting didn’t follow to expose him.

If he entered now and one of the two escaped, his own safety would be at stake. Left with no choice, he resigned himself to guard the door for Yi Qianmo.

“You clever brat!” Zhou Lanting growled inwardly.

Inside, the two Blood Demon Sect disciples were losing their nerve. Yi Qianmo’s calm, piercing gaze filled them with dread.

Moments later, one disciple suddenly made a dash for the exit.

“You coward!” the other yelled in fury.

Before he could say more, a blood-curdling scream echoed from outside. The hall fell silent, the tension thick.

The remaining fighters glanced at Yi Qianmo, confusion etched on their faces. Su Yucheng and the elder Zhou were especially bewildered. Su Yucheng had assumed Yi Qianmo had outside help, yet now it seemed unlikely.

Amid the unease, Yi Qianmo casually popped a grape into his mouth, unbothered by the chaos around him.

“Your Highness,” Yi Qianmo began, his tone light, “what treasure did you steal from the Blood Demon Sect that they’re so determined to kill you for?”

Su Yucheng, previously dismissive of Yi Qianmo, answered with evident unease. “It’s… it’s nothing important, but you…”

“Nothing important?” Yi Qianmo’s lips curled into a smile. “Then why not show it to me, Your Highness?”

“It’s not with me!” Su Yucheng stammered, visibly rattled by Yi Qianmo’s chilling gaze.

At that moment, the Blood Demon Sect disciple sneered, “He’s lying! That fat pig stole our sect’s Heavenly Demon Pill—a treasure refined from the Golden Core of our late sect master!”

“Utter nonsense!” Su Yucheng retorted, his voice tinged with panic.

The disciple pressed on, his voice laced with venom. “This ‘prince’ seduced our sect’s young lady, tricked her into poisoning our master, and struck when we were weakest. Without his scheming, how could he have gotten the Heavenly Demon Pill?”

Yi Qianmo raised an eyebrow, his gaze flitting between the two. “I didn’t expect the prince to have… such charm.”

“Twenty-one!” Su Yucheng glared at Yi Qianmo in desperation. “Don’t believe him! If I had the pill, I would’ve handed it over already!”

“Hmm?” Yi Qianmo’s eyes landed on a bag hanging from Su Yucheng’s waist. “Is that a storage bag?”

Su Yucheng instinctively clutched the bag. “You dare!” he snarled, but Yi Qianmo snatched it with ease.

“Your life or your belongings?” Yi Qianmo asked, pressing his sword to Su Yucheng’s neck.

Faced with no other option, Su Yucheng fell silent, seething but compliant.

Yi Qianmo infused the storage bag with spiritual power, revealing its contents: thousands of spirit stones, jade boxes filled with treasures, and a single black box emanating faint demonic energy.

He pocketed the bag, smirking at Su Yucheng. “Consider your life saved, Your Highness.”

Before Su Yucheng could respond, Yi Qianmo flickered out of sight, leaving the hall.

“TWENTY-ONE!” Su Yucheng roared in fury. “I’ll hunt you down if it’s the last thing I do!”

Outside, Yi Qianmo paused, only to feel cold steel against his neck.

“Half,” Zhou Lanting demanded.

“Deal,” Yi Qianmo replied with a wry smile.

The two swiftly left the ship, vanishing into the night.

Miles away in a dense forest, Zhou Lanting stopped abruptly.

“Hand over the Heavenly Demon Pill,” she commanded.

Feigning ignorance, Yi Qianmo shrugged. “What Heavenly Demon Pill?”

Zhou Lanting’s blade pressed closer. “Don’t test me.”

Sighing, Yi Qianmo handed over the black box. “This?”

Zhou Lanting’s eyes gleamed. “With this, I have a seventy percent chance of reaching the Golden Core Stage!”

“Only seventy percent?” Yi Qianmo teased.

“Do you think cultivation is as easy as drinking water?” she retorted before storing the pill. “Now, the bag.”

Yi Qianmo shook his head. “Not happening.”

Zhou Lanting hesitated but eventually let it go.

“You’ve offended the prince of Yan Kingdom. Are you still heading to Tianyuan Academy?”

“Of course,” Yi Qianmo said, his smile unfaltering. “Not only will I go, but I’ll pass their grand exam too.”