Massive treasures, Spirit Stones, Divine Medicines, treasure pills, and strange ores were piled on the ground, shimmering in multicolored lights, radiating a dense Spiritual Charm that illuminated the area within a hundred meters, making everyone gaze with greedy, fiery eyes, wishing they could snatch them immediately.
Unfortunately, no matter how covetous the crowd was, whenever they saw Su Jie standing tall like a cliff by the abyss, their greed would recede like the tide.
No matter how much wealth there was, one needed to be alive to enjoy it.
Without life, all the wealth was meaningless.
In front of Su Jie, they dared not test whether his blade was sharp enough.
Chang Shiyang had already shown the world with his personal experience what happened when one provoked Su Jie.
Su Jie, satisfied, collected these Spirit Stones and treasures, and then, as if bestowing charity, he threw back the pitiful and barely alive Primordial Spirit of Chang Shiyang.
"Scram, and consider yourselves fortunate for the sake of the Heavenly Soul Sect. I'm sparing you this time. Don't show up before me again; otherwise, you won't be so lucky next time."
Su Jie sneered. After all, this was the territory of the Heavenly Soul Sect, and the 300th birthday feast of the Heavenly Soul Sect Master was about to begin.
Killing at this time would unjustly offend the Heavenly Soul Sect and increase the difficulty of negotiating for Fierce Ghosts.
Su Jie could kill, but there was no need; a mere two from the Secret Realm could not escape the palm of his hand.
Having said that, a sharp gleam flashed in Su Jie's eyes, and he carelessly turned and sat back down in the carriage.
From beginning to end, the carriage remained undamaged during the conflict.
Chang Shiyang and Di Xiu were nearly dismantled by Su Jie, and observers, witnessing this scene, felt even more how formidable Su Jie was, not just overpowering, but fundamentally untouchable.
"Master Su, this way, please. Your residence has been prepared," said Xue Xin, leading the way, worthy of the power Su Jie had displayed.
He also feared that someone, blind to their own limitations, would provoke Su Jie, causing chaos.
After Su Jie left, Di Xiu carefully grasped his young master's Primordial Spirit and placed it back into the body.
The body of Chang Shiyang, which had been lying like a corpse on the ground, twitched as it slowly opened its eyes, drooling from the corners of its mouth, limbs wildly twisted in an inhuman manner, babbling incoherently, "It hurts... hurts hurts hurts, I'll kill you... I'm scared, stop it, please stop... heh heh, I'm a Saint Heir, my dad is the Sect Master, my dad is my son..."
"Young master... young master, please wake up! Su Jie has already left, you're safe."
Di Xiu, seeing Chang Shiyang wrecked by Su Jie, quickly fed him several Spirit-Nurturing and Mind-Soothing Elixirs.
After several minutes, the confused, dazed, and foolish Chang Shiyang's eyes gradually regained clarity.
His brain paused for a few seconds, slowly recalling everything, and his entire face gradually grew hot.
"Hah, that idiot has woken up!"
"Truly overestimating himself, such a fool can be a Saint Heir? With his capabilities, I feel I could also be chosen as a Saint Heir. Blood Demon Cave really chose poorly!"
"Shh, say less, don't let that idiot hear you, lest you invite trouble."
"What's there to fear? With his worthless capabilities, can our Black Scale Valley be afraid of him?"
Meanwhile, nearby murmuring started to constantly enter Chang Shiyang's ears.
The gathering crowd pointed at Chang Shiyang and chattered among themselves, their expressions that of watching a joke.
After all, seeing a Sect's Saint Heir fall to such a pitiful and humble state was not easy, and it would also make for good boasting material back home.
The already hot-faced Chang Shiyang, upon hearing these discussions and seeing the mocking, jeering expressions of the spectators, felt his face grow even hotter, looking like a cooked shrimp, his fists clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms.
This humiliation and disgrace made Chang Shiyang wish he could find a hole to crawl into. Meanwhile, he harbored an even greater intent to kill Su Jie, and began to detest the onlookers as well.
"What are you blabbering about, everyone shut up for me."
Hearing these mockeries, Chang Shiyang could no longer suppress his inner fury and roared at the onlookers.
There was silence around him for a moment, followed by more mockeries.
"Tsk tsk, still daring to act like a Saint Heir; why didn't you dare to show off in front of Senior Su just now?"
"Speaking the truth hurt you, such a fragile soul, wasn't it you who provoked Senior Su? He trampled your dignity to the ground, yet you play the victim first."
"His begging just now was hilarious, like a dog."
"Blood Demon Cave? More like Blood Dog Cave, cringing like a dog begging for mercy."
The taunting and laughter continued to rise and fall, part of the crowd were from the Demon Sect that already had a rift with the Blood Demon Cave.
But most of the Demon Sect were actually not well-acquainted with the Blood Demon Cave; however, the Demon Path had one advantage, worshipping the strong and treading on the weak, a consistent style of the Demon Path.
Clearly, compared to Su Jie, Chang Shiyang was thoroughly a weakling.
As for Chang Shiyang's threats, he was not Su Jie; everyone had the backing of the Demon Sect, so whom should they fear?
Could Chang Shiyang really afford to offend so many Demon Sects and risk not being able to walk out of Qingzhou?
"Young master, let's go."
Di Xiu's expression was grim, worried that Chang Shiyang's rage would incite the crowd against him.
There were more than a dozen from the Secret Realm who were merely spectating; he couldn't fight them all, and the Blood Demon Cave couldn't afford to provoke so many Demon Sects.
So, Di Xiu decisively helped up Chang Shiyang, turned into a back alley, and disappeared, unwilling to continue being made a spectacle and losing face here.
"Su Jie, as a Saint Heir, I swear I won't rest until I have my revenge!"