"Since you are willing to do it, you must naturally undertake the risk. Where is there a reward without risk? Why show such an attitude now?"

The faceless figure's laughter was somewhat piercing.

He stood up and patted his sleeves.

"King Huai, farewell. I wish you less pain when you die."

King Huai slammed the table in anger, his eyes nearly bursting.

"How dare you?"

"You misunderstand. This truly is a blessing. If you die at the hands of the experts in the Forbidden Land of Jinlan Mountain, you might face retribution. It would be hard to even wish for death then. Dying swiftly is actually a kind of fortune."

The faceless figure earnestly explained to him.

King Huai's face turned grim as he sat down again.

"If I'm not going to live, you know what I will do."

"Are you trying to force me to kill you to silence you?" The faceless monster chuckled, "You're overthinking. Say whatever you want; just have the chance to say it."

King Huai opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But upon thinking of that faceless face, the words he wanted to say became as blank as that face.

"This..."

"We will not meet again." The faceless figure waved a hand and slowly vanished.

Outside the mansion, the roaring sounds were deafening. The intense battle fluctuations had already shredded the formations here to pieces.

His masters had mostly been slain by that devil last time.

The remaining few could hardly possibly match the Lei Clan now.

He sat dazedly on the chair, wanting to speak but unable to, wanting to write, but whenever it involved that faceless figure, the contents he wanted to write down instantly turned to blank.

In the end, he placed a piece of blank paper under the paperweight, just quietly staring at it.

Before long.

His study door was kicked open.

King Huai remained calm, still quietly staring at the blank paper, making no resistance as he watched the blade fall.

His head flew off. In the last shred of consciousness, he saw his headless body, blood spurting from its neck.

From today onward, Dazhen was without King Huai and without King Huai Mansion.

...

"Not just these thousand miles of fertile land, all lands under King Huai's name, the fertile fields, livestock, including the mansion, are gifted to Brother Qing."

Yu Ziqing was somewhat stunned upon hearing this.

Was this how the Lei Clan did things?

It wasn't necessary, truly unnecessary.

"Brother Qing, this is the spirit field, capable of cultivating many spiritual medicines. The rank of this spirit field is extremely high. It was created by King Huai with great expense and effort."

Those lands glimmered faintly, infused with high spiritual energy that was one with the soil.

Besides naturally formed spirit fields, if one wanted to create a spirit field artificially, it would burn spirit jade, all kinds of materials. When enough was burned, a spirit field could be artificially created.

The ground was made not of soil, but money.

Talk of a thousand miles of fertile land was just talk, but the spirit field, he had some ideas.

"Brother, I will accept this spirit field, but as for the thousand miles of fertile land, let's leave it. If you really want to give it to me, then in my name, give it to those ordinary people in need."

"This..." Lei Yu was somewhat surprised.

He knew Yu Ziqing wouldn't want those lands and pastures, but he hadn't expected Yu Ziqing to refuse everything from King Huai Mansion except a little spirit field.

These several hundred acres of high-grade spirit field were indeed valuable, but they were just spirit fields.

To grow spiritual medicines on a spirit field and reap a harvest greater than the investment was not something ordinary people could achieve.

Failing to grow spiritual medicine would make the spirit field's value just a spirit field.

"Very well, then let's settle those ordinary people in Brother Qing's name."

Yu Ziqing turned to glance at Cece.

Cece immediately understood and unfolded the Despair Abyss, gathering all those spirit fields within.

Just then, a guard with a bloodthirsty aura, having clearly killed someone recently, flew back from afar.

"Young Master Yu, this is what King Huai left behind."

The guard presented a blank sheet of paper in front of Yu Ziqing.

"He made no resistance before his death and kept staring at this blank paper."

"Nothing else?" Lei Yu frowned slightly.

"No other valuable things were found."

Lei Yu was puzzled. He knew that if it was just because of the White Sun Evil Cult, King Huai wouldn't have such audacity; there must be another reason.

But now, nothing was found.

Staring at a blank piece of paper before dying, what did it mean?

A glance could tell their abilities. This was just an ordinary piece of paper.

Unable to understand it, Lei Yu nonetheless took out a box and sealed the blank paper inside.

Yu Ziqing remained silent, unable to guess its meaning.

Since King Huai was willing to face death, he naturally realized his deeds were exposed, and he'd become a tool for the Lei Clan to resolve misunderstandings.

But in the end, why die while still drawing attention to that blank paper?

Nobody could guess, nobody could understand.

But Yu Ziqing already sensed that there was definitely someone behind all this.

Someone was fanning the flames, someone was secretly pulling strings.