CHAPTER 275: CHAPTER 270 AFTERMATH

On the cliff edge above the sea, a group of figures landed, their gaze fixed on the distant deserted island, their expressions solemn.

The man in the lead was dressed in black; he was Song Han of the Song Family, uncle to Song Boling.

Not long ago, someone sent a message to the Song Family, asking them to bring Resurrection Jade Dew to that deserted island for an exchange. His brother was in the West Emperor Palace, so he had to handle this matter.

Although Song Boling was quite arrogant on ordinary days, he was, after all, his brother’s legitimate son. If he were to die outside, it would be hard to explain to his brother. Besides, his niece Song Siyu was also cultivating in the West Emperor Palace and was exceptionally talented.

In any case, nothing must happen to Song Boling.

"When we get close to that deserted island, you all surround and wait. I’ll go alone," Song Han said. The opponent insisted that only one person should go to the island, or they would kill Song Boling. Since the opponent required this, they must be watching the surroundings.

"Yes," everyone nodded. A group of people moved forward, dispersed around the deserted island, and stood above the sea, surrounding it. Song Han headed towards the island.

Releasing his Divine Sense, Song Han moved incredibly fast and entered the island.

"There," a scene appeared in Song Han’s mind. Song Boling lay on a giant rock with his life or death unknown, and beside him sat a man shrouded in a black robe.

An icy gleam flashed in Song Han’s eyes as he headed in that direction. A moment later, he arrived at his destination.

"Who are you, sir? Even if you want the Resurrection Jade Dew, there’s no need for such methods, is there?" Song Han stared at the black-robed man, seeing no aura emanating from him, yet several corpses lay around him.

Apart from two Condensed Core cultivators of the Song Family, he also saw Old Monster Li’s body, and his pupils slightly contracted.

Old Monster Li’s strength was not below his own, yet he was killed by this man?

Did he kill three Condensed Core cultivators on his own?

Just who was this old monster?

But the black-robed figure wore a cloud-patterned mask on his face. Threads of mana flowed, making it impossible to glimpse his true appearance.

"Hand over the Resurrection Jade Dew," the black-robed figure’s voice was hoarse and ancient, as he stretched out his palm, adorned with a sinister magical treasure claw.

"First, hand him over to me," Song Han said, seeing Old Demon Li’s body there, he lost much of his confidence.

This person, who could kill Old Monster Li plus two Condensed Core cultivators, could also kill him.

"My sole target is the Resurrection Jade Dew. I don’t want to become a mortal enemy of the Song Family, so I naturally won’t kill him. You can see that he’s still alive, but if you want to negotiate with me, then I will have to take it myself," the black-robed figure slowly raised his head, the eyes beneath the mask deep and dark, increasing Song Han’s wariness.

Seeing Song Han still hesitant, the black-robed man’s claw moved toward Song Boling’s neck, and he said in a low voice, "I don’t like to say much. Since you hesitate, I’ll just kill him and take it myself."

"I’ll hand it over..." Song Han didn’t dare to gamble; he couldn’t afford to.

If what the opponent said was true, killing Song Boling first and then him, he couldn’t bear the cost.

Now, he could only trust that the opponent would release the hostage upon receiving the Resurrection Jade Dew.

Song Han took out a porcelain bottle, waved his hand, and sent it towards the black-robed figure, where it landed in his palm.

The black-robed figure opened the porcelain bottle and took a deep breath, feeling a delightful sensation that made the Divine Soul feel pleasant.

"As expected of Resurrection Jade Dew," the black-robed figure muttered, stowing it away.

"Sir, can you hand him over to me now?" Song Han stared at the black-robed figure.

The black-robed figure waved his hand, and Song Boling’s body flew towards the other side. Song Han reached out and caught him, feeling the aura on Song Boling’s body and letting out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this old monster did not break his word.

"Take your people and leave, don’t disturb my solitary cultivation, or face the consequences," the black-robed man said indifferently, then closed his eyes.

"This old monster is truly audacious..." Song Han’s heart grew cold. To such an extent, brazenly, after seizing the treasure, he just cultivated here, completely ignoring their existence.

Taking another look at the bodies beside him, Song Han said, "Until we meet again."

With that, he turned and flew away with Song Boling, shouting after leaving the island, "Withdraw."

Immediately, the Song Family members retreated.

After the Song Family left, the black-robed figure swiftly departed, heading towards the opposite direction of the sea.

On the sea, a group awaited him, and the black-robed man removed his mask and discarded the black robe, revealing himself as Li Fan.

"Got it?" Luo Qingyan asked.

Li Fan nodded, "Let’s go."

"You really have guts," a group flew through the air, Luo Qingyan smiling at Li Fan. This guy actually stayed alone on the deserted island for the trade.

Moreover, it was successful.

"Where is Song Boling?" Meng Hong asked.

"Naturally, he couldn’t have survived." Li Fan responded, and Meng Hong nodded slightly. Although he didn’t know what method Li Fan used, he was sure of its effectiveness.

Song Han returned to West Emperor Island with his men, finding Song Boling still unconscious. He placed his palm on Song Boling, a stream of energy surged, entering Song Boling’s body.

Song Boling opened his eyes, revealing great terror, as if he was extremely frightened. Song Han also sensed something, his face changed drastically, and he withdrew the energy he had sent into Song Boling’s body, but it was already too late.

Inside Song Boling’s body, Sword Intent exploded, instantly destroying his life force. He opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, he couldn’t say anything.

Song Han’s body stiffened in place, his face turned ashen.

The opponent planted a Sword Dao restriction in Song Boling’s body, touching it meant death, and the energy he sent in killed Song Boling.

Therefore, the opponent never intended to spare Song Boling’s life.

"Who exactly is it?" Song Han was furious; they took the treasure and still wanted to kill.

Li Fan naturally couldn’t let Song Boling live. The other party knew their identities, and if the Song Family found out, it would be a big problem.

He felt no guilt; Song Boling plotted against him, colluded with Old Monster Li to kill him and seize the Sword Scripture, he was merely paying them back in their own coin.

The group returned to another courtyard, Luo Qingyan laughed and said: "Today was indeed thrilling, and we gained a lot."

"Thank you all for your help." Li Fan cupped his hands in gratitude.

"No need to thank, you’ve already dragged us in, now we’re all in this together like grasshoppers on a rope." Luo Qingyan smiled at Li Fan and said, "However, I actually quite like this feeling. Call me whenever there’s something like this again."

"Licking blood off the blade, if not for Song Boling plotting against us, we wouldn’t have needed to do this." Li Fan replied, "For now, let’s act like nothing happened and go back to rest."

"Mm." Meng Hong and Luo Qingyan nodded, each returning to their own courtyards.

At night, in the courtyard, Li Fan took out the Resurrection Jade Dew and said to Lu Yuan, "Finally got it, this will be beneficial for the Divine Soul of someone in the Condensed Core Realm, it should help heal your injuries."

Lu Yuan took it, looked at the Resurrection Jade Dew in her hand, and gazed up at Li Fan, softly saying, "Don’t take such risks in the future."

"It’s not really a risk, even if we were discovered on the island at the time, it’s not like we don’t have trump cards, at worst, we could just leave." Li Fan smiled, a Mid Stage of Condensed Core cultivator was far from being a threat to his life, and that’s where his confidence came from.

"Don’t overthink it, just recover first, I’ll protect you." Li Fan said, and Lu Yuan didn’t say more, sitting cross-legged while Li Fan waved his hand, sealing the courtyard with Sword Intent.

Lu Yuan took out the Resurrection Jade Dew, tilted her head slightly to inhale it, then closed her eyes to cultivate.

Li Fan sat not far in front of her, guarding her.

The next morning, Qingfeng brushed their faces, comfortable and pleasant.

The clothes on Lu Yuan fluttered, her black hair slightly lifted, falling on her forehead, her delicate face showing a rosy glow, threads of breath flowing over her body.

At that moment, her beautiful eyes opened, her bright and clear gaze like water, immediately seeing the figure sitting in front of her.

"How is it?" Li Fan asked.

"Completely recovered." Lu Yuan said. The Resurrection Jade Dew was all used on her at the Foundation Establishment Realm, which was actually a bit of a waste. Even a late-stage of Condensation cultivator could use it, so many wanted to compete for it at the trade fair.

"The realm also advanced a level, seems worth it, and ought to thank Song Boling." Li Fan said with a smile. Lu Yuan had been cultivating to recover for a year now, and with the Resurrection Jade Dew, her realm broke through, entering the Late Stage Foundation Establishment.

The next goal was to be like him, striving for condensation.

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In West Emperor Palace, palaces piled with white jade were magnificent.

Outside a great hall in West Emperor Palace, two figures were present, one a middle-aged man exuding an aura of authority.

"Siyu, your brother was murdered, this matter must uncover the real culprit to avenge him." The middle-aged man said, facing a female cultivator in a blue long dress, her demeanor as elegant as an orchid in a secluded valley, and her appearance also extremely beautiful.

"Don’t worry father, I won’t let the real culprit go." Song Siyu said.

At this moment, someone came over, a young man in magnificent attire appearing in his thirties.

"Uncle." The young man cupped his hands slightly towards the middle-aged man, then looked at Song Siyu and said, "Siyu, I’ve informed my father to send the West Emperor Palace’s enforcement team to investigate this matter. We can set off any time, we must find the real culprit and seek justice for your brother."

On this West Emperor Island, the West Emperor Palace held supreme authority, even said to be the rulers of West Emperor Island, controlling order on the island.

"Thank you." Song Siyu nodded slightly; this young man was the son of a West Emperor Palace elder, currently pursuing her.