The dead have no value worth remembering.
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The next stop is a void shoal.
Such shoals are prevalent in the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss, belonging to dangerous corner areas.
Outsiders or some notorious criminals like to stay here.
And the native inhabitants of the Rusted Sword Blood Abyss wouldn’t come here unless necessary, after all... every shoal is like a blind box, and no one knows what enemy they might encounter.
At this moment, a strong voice of desperate pleading comes from the void shoal.
It’s the voice of a male cultivator.
The male cultivator is shouting so heart-wrenchingly, like parting from a beloved one in life and death.
He lies on the ground, reaching upwards, looking with a burning desire at the enchanting beauty in the Red Silk Magic Robe, crying out: "Jiu Niang, Jiu Niang, laugh once more! Please, laugh once more! Your smile is truly beautiful!"
Yin Jiuqiao squats down, her alabaster fingers slowly clasping the male cultivator’s neck, then gradually tightening with increasing power, while the corners of her mouth slowly rise.
The male cultivator gazes obsessively at the corner of her mouth.
In the final moment, he is strangled to death.
A cultivator strangled to death, especially one at such a realm, is simply absurd.
But he was indeed strangled to death.
He died happily, with light still in his eyes, that light reflecting Yin Jiuqiao’s final smile.
To see Jiu Niang’s smile, he... died without regret.
His eyes wide open and his corneas reflecting, the female cultivator whose smile he longed for suddenly loosens her clothes, her silk robe swirling and then overlaps on Han Gong Song Yan, dancing like ocean waves.
Fragrant breezes linger, with an overpowering sweetness wafting.
The silver bell-like laughter is intermittent, but the cultivator can never see it again.
Song Yan is enjoying it.
A long time...
Everything settles down.
"Truly formidable." Yin Jiuqiao praises, then while dressing, gradually covering the snowy flesh exposed, she walks towards the dead male cultivator who died with a smile, starting to collect the corpse.
Whoever makes the move collects the corpse, that is the rule they established.
Previously it was Song Yan collecting his corpse, now it’s Yin Jiuqiao’s turn.
Song Yan looks aside towards the shoal, beyond is the vast starry sky.
A lone cliff in the Mortal World can see the clouds and mist rising, but such a sight is not one-tenth of what’s before him.
In the starry sky, there are countless stars shining, but not one is his hometown, his place to stand.
He watches quietly.
A moment later, he senses the wind.
Raising his hand to catch, it’s a storage bag thrown by Yin Jiuqiao.
His Divine Sense sweeps in, finding the storage bag quite abundant.
Yin Jiuqiao says flirtatiously: "Han Lang, today you made me very happy, I’ll give you more."
Song Yan says: "Let’s go."
He hunches forward, heading towards the shoal exit, Yin Jiuqiao follows beside, casually chatting about the "Ancient Dragon Battlefield".
After walking for a while, at a junction, they see two strange yet familiar figures approaching.
The leading one is a little child without expression, holding a rattle that emits a seductive and sinister aura, as the child walks, he uses bloody human skin to add thickness to the rattle’s drum surface.
Song Yan remembers from Han Zhou’s memories that this child is named Ying Wubei, very skilled in the art of sound enchantment, even killing faster than Yin Jiuqiao.
Yin Jiuqiao needs to allure, but this child just needs to shout "Daddy," and if the target hears his "Daddy," they’re basically doomed.
Beside the child is a two-meter giant wrapped in Martial Artist’s Iron Armor, wielding a saber-shaped treasure, walking mightily.
This giant’s name was long forgotten, and now known as Martial Artist.
The four are the local overlords of this area, now gathering to seek treasures, all for the "Ancient Dragon Battlefield."
However, the other three are for the "Ancient Battlefield," but Song Yan is for the "Ancient Dragon."