The black paper figure glanced at Elder Huang and flatly said, "That guy was way too sneaky. I could tell he’s up to no good with a glance."
Elder Huang grew embarrassed. He had been too conspicuous it seemed.
"You must be a spirit servant left by Hong Qing, right? Are you truly willing to serve a junior?" The middle-aged man smiled faintly. "Why not join me? It’s a path to a more promising future."
"You?" The black paper figure smiled stiffly. "May I ask who you are? How would joining hands with you lead to a great future?"
The middle-aged man pointed to the sky. "You don’t need to know too much. Just understand I have people behind me."
The black paper figure was surprised. "You have the Heavenly Dao behind you?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly and snorted coldly. "Cut the crap. Call out the other spirit servant and bring out your master for me. I have questions for him. I prefer to handle matters diplomatically before resorting to violence. I hope you won’t disappoint me."
"Why haven’t you dealt with them yet? The lord is on the verge of forming his Golden Core. No mistakes can be allowed."
The white paper figure, who had appeared behind the middle-aged man stealthily, looked at the black paper figure with displeasure.
However, a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes. He hadn’t noticed the white paper figure’s appearance at all. Its speed was indeed impressive.
"Master, since Seniors Black and White wish to know your background, we might as well let them know," said Elder Huang in a low voice.
The middle-aged man gazed at the black and white paper figures. "I am working for the Ninth King."
He believed this statement would be shocking enough for the two spirit servants.
The Ninth King, an Immortal King expert, held a place on the Emperor Ranking. Even a Profound Immortal would have to respect a figure like that, let alone a mere spirit servant.
"The Ninth King? Never heard of him."
The paper figures shook their heads slightly.
The middle-aged grew furious. "How could you not have heard of the Ninth King?"
How dare they show disrespect to the Ninth King! This was an offense punishable by exterminating their nine clans!
At that moment, the middle-aged man’s aura surged, resembling an ancient ferocious beast about to tear the two spirit servants apart.
Elder Huang sighed lightly. "Seniors, there’s no need to act this way. Master is a kindhearted person. There’s no need to force him into taking action.…"
Suddenly, two bloody holes appeared on the middle-aged man’s body. His heart and kidney had been dug out by the two paper figures. Each one of them held an organ.
The middle-aged man’s aura dispersed as quickly as it had appeared.
Before the middle-aged man could react, the two paper figures dug out more of his organs.
"Don’t kill him yet. Capture him alive for the lord’s questioning. They must be targeting the Three Thousand Dao Sect by infiltrating the Grand Thousand Dao Sect," the white paper figure said.
The black paper figure nodded slightly. With a wave of its sleeve, a black paper chain rushed at the middle-aged man and wrapped around him tightly.
The middle-aged man, bound by the black chain, found his qi suppressed. He was unable to muster even a sliver of his power.
At this moment, he felt like he had returned to being a mortal. Not only could he not use any techniques, but he did not even have the strength to struggle.
Elder Huang stared blankly at the scene, his face leaching off blood. He quickly became paler than the white paper figure.
"What about him?" the black paper figure casually asked.
Elder Huang’s legs gave out and he fell to his knees. "Seniors, please spare me, please spare me!"
"Kneel at the door," the white paper figure commanded.
Elder Huang nodded vigorously as he scrambled to the door to kneel. He heard the white paper figure’s voice from behind.
Elder Huang moved to the side and knelt in front of the wall.
"I think his cultivation is quite low. He probably doesn’t know much. It’s better to kill him," said the black paper figure.
Elder Huang trembled. He quickly rejoined, "I know a lot of things. Please, seniors, show mercy. Let Lord Fang deal with me after his seclusion."
"Keep him alive until the lord questions him," the white paper figure said, turning and entering Fang Chen’s meditation room.
Elder Huang sighed with relief and discreetly peered at the middle-aged man.
The man he feared the most was now reduced to a helpless state. He was sprawled on the floor like a worm.
"You… You must release me! I am a guest elder of the Ninth King’s manor. If you dare to treat me with such disrespect, be careful that the Ninth King brings his people to flatten this place," threatened the middle-aged man.
The black paper figure glanced at Elder Huang. "Who is the Ninth King and what is his cultivation level?”
"The Ninth King presides over the Western Continent Region and is an Immortal King expert," Elder Huang answered.
The black paper figure nodded thoughtfully. "An Immortal King? Ascension Realm? Hmm, no wonder you are so confident."
Given that their former master was merely an Ascension Realm expert, an Immortal King expert was indeed considered top in the Central Continent Region.
"Now that you know, release me at once! As long as I am allowed to leave safely, I can forgo this incident. Return my heart too…."
The middle-aged man’s face was pale as he begged. His eyes were fixed on the organs the black paper figure was holding, particularly the heart. This was the one organ he desperately wanted back.
"Senior Black, don’t listen to his nonsense. He’s merely at the Enlightenment Realm. The Ninth King wouldn’t even be aware of such a minor character," Elder Huang interrupted.
The middle-aged man blew his top. "Huang Genxiao, the audacity of you!"
"Master, do you not understand the situation you’re in?" Elder Huang said sternly. "If it weren’t for you, how could I have ended up in this dire state? You wish to die here? By all means. Just don't drag me down with you. I am just a Foundation Building Realm cultivator. Even if there are benefits, how much can I gain? Maybe I’ll have a ladle of the soup. No, I’d be lucky if I got to lick a leftover bowl!"
The middle-aged man seethed with anger, his face growing paler by the second.
"You don't need to waste words. Just wait. The lord will soon finish forming his Golden Core. Whether you live or die, it will depend on his mood," the black paper figure said before ignoring the two.
In the meditation room, Fang Chen was completely absorbed in focusing all his attention on the ‘Sword Core’ in his Sea Core.
Unknowingly, he had already stabilized the Sword Core for two and a half months. In another half month, he would fully enter the Golden Core Realm phase.
Two months and twenty days.
Two months and twenty-three days.
Two months and twenty-four days!
The Sword Core showed no signs of disintegration and remained stable.
Fang Chen breathed a deep sigh of relief.
The Reverse Technique was indeed effective.
Previously in the Realm of Three Thousand Dao, every time he reached this stage, it would inevitably disintegrate and lead to failure.
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