Xu Hei glanced at the reactor.
At this moment, most of the three legs of the alchemy furnace had melted, with some edges turning to liquid, but the main structure remained intact.
At this rate, it would take two or three days to completely melt, and Xu Hei couldn't afford to wait.
Immediately, he summoned the Moon-supporting Pagoda and tossed it into the reactor.
Xu Hei activated the Gravity Technique, causing the black liquid on the ground to rise and attach to the Moon-supporting Pagoda, quickly integrating with it.
Under Xu Hei's control, the damaged pagoda began to repair itself at a slow pace.
The pagoda's core functions were intact, requiring no re-refinement, only structural repairs. This simple task was within Xu Hei's capability.
Xu Hei kept an eye on the monitoring jade disk, where red dots were rapidly disappearing, indicating the death of Mountain Movers Sect members.
The invaders numbered only fifty, but each was an elite.
The weakest among them had reached the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage, with more than half at the Foundation Establishment Stage.
The Mountain Movers Sect had more than ten times their numbers, yet they were like clay chickens and pottery dogs, unable to withstand the assault.
Ordinary disciples fell like ants, dying in droves, and even elders could only hold on for a short time, their strength not on the same level, unable to match even those of the same realm.
Xiao Chou seemed to realize something, pacing back and forth in front, restless.
At this moment, a large red dot on the jade disk entered the mountain's interior, rushing towards them.
"A Core Formation Stage cultivator is coming!" Xu Hei's gaze turned serious.
He released the Li Yang puppet and took out the Soul-absorbing Flag, ready to act at any moment.
At the Mountain Movers Sect's plaza.
Blades and swords clashed, shouts of battle shook the heavens, bodies fell one after another, flying swords shattered, and blood flowed like rivers, resembling a hell on earth.
Ordinary disciples faced a one-sided massacre, and the high-ranking elders were retreating step by step.
The strongest, Patriarch Shi Xuan, was being beaten by Xu Qingfeng, spitting blood, barely holding on.
Even the third-tier formation spirit was being suppressed by Demon Man Zhang Tie, each punch making it more illusory.
These bandits were all top talents of the same realm, each one a Chosen!
The purple-haired youth, who specialized in stealing magical treasures, wore a cold smile as he rushed towards the mountain cave, snatching several elders' storage bags along the way.
"Keep up, don't let him loot the treasury alone, we want a share too!" Xiang Fei cursed.
The group exchanged glances, and several Foundation Establishment cultivators immediately followed.
"Little Silver, you keep an eye on him too," Xu Qingfeng urged.
The silver-haired girl frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly followed into the mountain.
Inside the mountain was the inner sect of the Mountain Movers Sect, with countless cave dwellings.
Every time the purple-haired youth passed a cave dwelling, he rushed in and looted it clean.
"Young friend, I'm only after wealth, not lives, so don't act rashly!"
Inside a cave dwelling, the purple-haired youth waved his hand, taking everything, even stripping the disciple of his clothes, leaving nothing behind.
He looted all the way, nothing valuable escaped his eyes, even scraping a layer off the metal floor.
The followers behind him were all dumbfounded.
The purple-haired youth acted with extreme caution, avoiding any place that might have traps or dangers, only targeting easy cave dwellings.
When encountering members of the Mountain Movers Sect, even if they were weaker than him, he never attacked, as if he truly was only after wealth.
Before long, he reached the most central area, the entrance to the Artifact Refining Room.
"This is the Mountain Movers Sect's Artifact Refining Room. It's said to contain relics left by the Mountain-moving Patriarch, sure to be worth a lot," the purple-haired youth's eyes gleamed with excitement.
He looked around and immediately headed for the stone door.
Suddenly, a palm imprint silently struck from behind, emerging from the mountain wall.
The force penetrated, hitting his back hard, yet it felt like hitting cotton. The purple-haired youth let out a cry and was sent flying, landing beside the passage.
Behind him, an elder in a yellow robe emerged from the mountain wall, his gaze cold, his aura like waves. It was the gatekeeper patriarch, Elder Hai.
"Core Formation Stage? Who are you?"
Elder Hai's expression was heavy. This person appeared to be at the late Foundation Establishment Stage, but that palm strike clearly contained true essence.
This could only mean the person was hiding his cultivation!
The purple-haired youth cupped his hands, "I am Li Feiyu."
Elder Hai frowned, having never heard of such a person.
"Han Te, keep this person occupied, I'll enter the Artifact Refining Room!"
The silver-haired girl appeared in the distance, her voice calm, followed by a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators.
Han Te scratched his head, spreading his hands, "Boss, this person is a False Core cultivator, not within my job scope unless... uh, you pay more!"
"You've taken so many storage bags, isn't that enough?" The silver-haired girl frowned.
Han Te became anxious, "Those have to be shared, I can only keep thirty percent for myself! Look, the contract is right here, you think I'd cheat?"
Han Te took out a contract, clearly stating: Han Te assists in dealing with Foundation Establishment cultivators, entitled to thirty percent of personal gains as compensation.
Note: Medical expenses are self-funded in case of injury.
At the end was Xu Qingfeng's enforcement seal and Han Te's signature.
"As a bounty hunter, I have a sense of contract spirit. Thirty percent means thirty percent, I won't covet your things!"
Han Te was indignant, feeling insulted, with a group sent to supervise him.
Elder Hai, hearing their conversation, his eyes flashed, "You're Han Te? The Han Te who does anything for money?"
At this moment, Han Te stopped pretending, tearing off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his unruly middle-aged appearance, with messy purple hair and weapons all over his body.
"What do you mean by that? Trying to buy me off? I have a sense of contract spirit!"
Elder Hai was taken aback, then said in a deep voice, "How much?"
"Well..." Han Te rubbed his chin, pondering, when suddenly, a large palm imprint emerged from the stone wall behind him, pressing down on his back.
This palm was different from before, with a blue lightning glow in the center, carrying a trace of true essence.
"You old fox, playing tricks!"
Han Te was furious, summoning a shield to block behind him. The palm imprint struck, shattering the shield with a loud bang, the remaining force hitting his back like a thunderclap.
Han Te fell forward, crashing into the stone wall ahead. His back was charred, but a silver inner armor blocked the blow.
Han Te's face was ashen, looking at the shattered shield and charred inner armor, his heart ached as if bleeding.
"Damn it! I'm not taking money anymore, this is personal now!"
Han Te cursed, drawing all sorts of weapons from his body, charging at Elder Hai with unstoppable force.
Elder Hai remained unfazed, his skin rapidly petrifying, his False Core continuously releasing true essence, summoning countless sharp stone spikes to attack.
The distant crowd was speechless.
The silver-haired girl showed no expression, calmly walking to the stone door, her jade finger pointing in the air, causing ripples in the void, releasing mysterious seals.
With a "click," the stone door opened.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on it.
As the stone door opened, a large phantom burst out from the gap, opening its bloody maw to bite the silver-haired girl. It was a Jiao Python spirit! At the same time, venom shot out, covering all possible escape routes.
This was Xu Hei's prepared killing blow, anyone opening the door would face a thunderous assault.
Even a Core Formation Stage cultivator would fall victim to such a sudden chain attack!
The silver-haired girl remained expressionless, her figure suddenly becoming ethereal, like an afterimage, the Jiao Python spirit passing through her, missing its target.
All the venom fell on the ground, sizzling.
Xu Hei, controlling Li Yang, frowned. This technique was something he'd never seen before, resembling the afterimage left by the Ever-changing Fish and Dragon.
The girl's afterimage stared at him, suddenly asking, "What's your name?"