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Having spoken, Hall Master Miao Long vanished into thin air like a wisp of smoke.

Leaving behind only a lingering, dissipating spiritual pressure, the disciples were filled with dread, daring not to disobey in the slightest.

Qing Chen was slightly surprised by Hall Master Miao Long's punishment.

The sect had always been ruthless in punishing fratricide.

This time, Hall Master Miao had shown no concern for the severely injured and unconscious Yu Cheng.

Such indifference was truly rare.

It seemed that Yu Cheng's use of that insidious, one-time-use magical artifact in the duel had thoroughly enraged this Vice Hall Master of the Battle Hall, known for his uprightness.

What concerned him even more was that Hall Master Miao had not declared the duel's result invalid.

This meant that he could still choose a prize according to the rules, while Yu Cheng would have to bear the expensive cost of opening the dueling platform.

“Senior Brother of the Battle Hall,” Qing Chen understood, and bowed to the disciple on duty, saying, “According to the rules, I can now choose a magic weapon as my spoils, right?”

“You wicked brat!”

Mo Qiuxian frowned, his face turning ashen, and immediately retorted, “You severely injured Junior Brother Yu, and you still dare to shamelessly ask for a magic weapon! You are truly inhuman!”

He was extremely anxious; he had to confront him.

Because he had already guessed what magic weapon Qing Chen wanted to choose.

—Qing Chen was definitely going to choose the Soul-Snatching Hook!

That magic weapon was Mo Qiuxian's signature treasure, which had served him countless times during his mid-stage Qi Refining period.

Although it's only a mid-grade magic weapon, it was meticulously crafted by a master craftsman for his offspring, using only top-grade first-tier materials, and its power rivals that of a top-grade magic weapon.

However, it only requires the spiritual sense of a mid-grade magic weapon, therefore its value is no less than two hundred and fifty spirit stones.

Moreover, it's extremely rare on the market, a matter of chance.

"Oh, Senior Brother Mo, why are you in such a hurry?"

Qing Chen's lips curled into a mocking smile. He said sarcastically, "This Soul-Snatching Hook isn't your magic weapon; it's just a wager in the duel.

What business is it of yours if I take my spoils? Why are you getting so worked up, as if I'm pursuing your Daoist partner? Such a loss of composure!"

Seeing this, a disciple from the Battle Hall quickly tried to smooth things over: "Senior Brother Mo, since Hall Master Miao hasn't declared the duel invalid, then according to the Battle Hall's rules, Junior Brother Qing Chen certainly has the right to choose a magic weapon."

"Did you hear that? I have the right to choose. It's not your magic weapon, so why are you in such a rush?"

Qing Chen said casually, a sly glint in his eyes, "Senior Brother, I've decided to choose the Soul-Snatching Hook."

"Hahaha, yes, yes, the Soul-Snatching Hook! It's a real treasure!" Li Feiyu laughed heartily.

"Junior Brother Qing, you must take good care of this treasure. Don't be like some people who don't know how to cherish it!"

Although he had been punished with a year's worth of inner sect offerings, seeing Mo Qiuxian not only lose five years' worth of salary but also lose a high-grade magic weapon and the Soul-Snatching Hook, he felt incredibly pleased.

Including what he won in the bet, he had actually made a small profit.

Mo Qiuxian's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

Five years of inner sect offerings were worth at least three or four hundred spirit stones, plus a high-grade magic weapon, the Soul-Snatching Hook, and a one-time use bat fang!

This loss exceeded a thousand spirit stones!

A huge loss!

He stared at Qing Chen, his killing intent almost tangible.

He wished he could tear Qing Chen to pieces and devour him whole.

"Tsk tsk, this guy's really suffering this time." Li Feiyu was extremely pleased, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Qing Chen, seeing Mo Qiuxian's furious yet helpless expression, felt even more delighted.

From the moment he stepped into the Ningxuan Sect, Mo Qiuxian's shadow had weighed heavily on his heart like a boulder, making it hard to breathe.

How could he not feel exhilarated now?

Not to mention the Soul-Snatching Hook and the three hundred spirit stones he won from the gambling, equivalent to about ten years' worth of outer sect offerings!

He had originally bought magic weapons and cultivated for four years, leaving him penniless and unable to make ends meet.

Now his pockets were suddenly bulging.

Mo Qiuxian and Yu Cheng, those two are truly 'good people'! A timely rain!

“Senior Brother Mo, don’t look at me like that. I’m not interested in you at all.”

Qing Chen deliberately dragged out his words. “You should go see your closest friends and brothers. If you don’t get treatment soon, you might really die.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Qiuxian coughed violently.

He glared fiercely at the unconscious Yu Cheng on the ground, then turned to leave.

He didn’t care about Yu Cheng’s life or death at all.

What value did a useless piece of trash with all his cultivation gone have?

On the contrary, he had suffered such a huge loss for nothing!

He was burning with rage. If there weren’t so many people present, he would have wanted to refine Yu Cheng into a Blood Pill on the spot to make up for his loss.

Thinking about how this setback had taken him one step further away from his coveted Foundation Establishment Pill, Mo Qiuxian was almost going mad.

In his life, he could throw everything away, he could abandon everything.

Brothers, fellow disciples, confidantes, sect interests—he could disregard them all; he cared for nothing.

All of this was for that supreme goal:

Immortality!

So what if he had a low-grade spiritual root? He wouldn't seek immortality; he would defy fate! He vowed to embark on the path to immortality!

For this goal, he schemed and plotted relentlessly, using every trick in the book.

He personally killed his own brothers, seizing the Ningxuan Sect's entry token.

He used the woman who loved him deeply, using her as bait to obtain rare spiritual treasures like the Xiaoxuan Pill, instantly advancing to the mid-stage of Qi Refining!

He betrayed his fellow disciples, killing them and monopolizing all the spoils from the sect's secret realm exploration on Juexian Island, including the *Brahma Refining Demon Art*!

He donated a portion of the *Brahma Refining Demon Art* to the sect, exchanging it for abundant resources and Xuan-level secret techniques.

Thus, he advanced to the late stage of Qi Refining, allowing him to enter the inner sect!

Now, he was determined to obtain Qingchen, a perfect furnace cauldron who had cultivated the *Brahma Refining Demon Art* to the fifth level of Qi Refining, possessing blood and qi far exceeding that of the late stage of Qi Refining.

This was far stronger than the average third-level Qi Refining disciples he had refined before!

As long as he used the secret technique obtained from the [Immortal-Slaying Island] secret realm to devour and refine this vast blood and qi...

He could then devour and refine the surging *Brahma Refining Demon Art* blood and qi within Qingchen's body!!!

Thus, he could cultivate another heaven-defying method.

Hate! Hate! Hate!

He hated the injustice of heaven and earth; why was he born with a low-grade spiritual root!

He hated spoiled brats like Li Feiyu who could easily acquire resources just by relying on their connections!

He hated Qingchen, the blood vessel that should have been his cultivation resource, for daring to ruin his plans time and time again!

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