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C229 Jade Plate

For the rest of his life, I'm afraid he hasn't found anything worse than today.

Not to mention his cultivation being devoured, the most important thing was that he could only watch helplessly. He couldn't resist even if he wanted to.

He felt as if he had been frozen in place. He wanted to move but could not.

The reason why he could feel immobilized was because Qin Yuan's every movement had unknowingly brought with it the pressure of the Essence Realm's world.

What was a world? A world was formed by the Great Dao, the laws, the rules, and so on and so forth. Every single one of them represents the Order of the Heavens and Earth.

That was why he felt like he was being suppressed, unable to move.

Of course, Qin Yuan did not know how miserable he was. He only knew that he was feeling very good right now. He could not feel any better.

This was the second time Qin Yuan had devoured someone else's cultivation base.

The first time was when he wanted to subdue the bull horns in Falling Cloud Academy. He had no choice but to do so. But now, it was to eradicate evil.

The nature of these two were completely different.

The refreshing feeling that it brought Qin Yuan was naturally different as well.

Qin Yuan looked at the poison gas in the depression in his dantian. It was getting more and more intense, as if it could turn into liquid at any time.

"Tsk tsk! Not bad!" Qin Yuan said happily. "Looks like I have to increase the strength!"

Hearing Qin Yuan's voice, that person could not help but smile bitterly.

Increase the strength!

Wasn't the strength too great? Every second, a large amount of poisonous gas would be devoured by Qin Yuan, and his cultivation base would drop every second.

If he increased the strength, wouldn't his cultivation base fall even faster?

Now that his cultivation base had fallen to the Martial Saint, if he increased his strength, wouldn't that mean that he had reached the Martial King in the blink of an eye?

From the Martial King to the Martial Venerable, he had spent an unknown amount of time and absorbed a lot of spirit stone in order to increase his cultivation base.

But today, in the blink of an eye, he had fallen from the Martial Venerable to the Martial King.

One would need at least a hundred years, and the other would only take a blink of an eye.

Why was the gap between the two worlds so huge?

That person thought in a miserable manner.

"What a pity!" Qin Yuan suddenly withdrew his palm and sighed.

It wasn't that Qin Yuan didn't want to devour anymore, but he realized that even if he devoured his cultivation base, it wouldn't have any effect.

Currently, the poison in his Dantian had reached an extreme level. It was almost able to turn Qi into liquid. At that time, the poison would be greatly enhanced.

However, it was precisely because of this that he was stuck. What was missing now was quality, not quantity.

Obviously, this man in front of him had already reached the Martial King Stage, so he couldn't cause a qualitative change.

Because of this, Qin Yuan retracted his palm.

Seeing Qin Yuan retract his palm, the man let out a huge sigh of relief. However, when he touched the poisonous gas in his Dantian, he felt like crying.

Damn it! How long has it been?!

It had only been five seconds, but his cultivation base had fallen from heaven to the mortal world.

In these five seconds, his Martial Venerable cultivation base had dropped to the Martial King Stage.

One of them would enjoy the treatment of an elder even in the major powers, while the other would not attract the attention of others even if he was walking in the mortal world!

The gap between them had caused him to fall from heaven to hell!

That person looked at Qin Yuan with eyes filled with hatred, but there was also fear in his eyes.

Qin Yuan naturally knew why he was like this. He smiled and said, "You can leave!"

When the man heard Qin Yuan's words, he looked at Qin Yuan suspiciously. He did not answer, but just walked slightly backwards.

That was right! Was a mere Martial King Stage a threat to him?

When he thought of this, the man no longer looked at Qin Yuan. He strode forward with big steps.

If he stayed in the Poison Sect, he would be mocked and even...

He was clear about the rules of the Poison Sect.

The Poison Sect was simply a microcosm of the world. The law of the jungle was everywhere in the Poison Sect.

The strong preyed on the weak as guinea pigs. It was a common occurrence.

With his Martial King Stage cultivation base, if he continued to stay in the Poison Sect, he would become someone else's guinea pig just like the weak ones.

He was determined to leave this land that had given him a place to live.

Swoosh!

Qin Yuan looked at him, who had lost his soul, and sighed slightly. With a flick of his finger, a sword light pierced through the back of his head.

"I like to eliminate the root of the grass, not leaving behind any future troubles!" Qin Yuan said as if he was talking to himself.

He turned around and walked towards the main hall.

The man fell to the ground with a thud. His eyes seemed to be relieved.

He had been hiding in the poisonous gas in the depths of the Poison Sect all day long, and had never seen the light of day.

And now, although he could not see the sun, no one could see him either. Perhaps, the lucky circle of light would descend on his body, allowing him to reincarnate.

Qin Yuan pushed open the gate of the palace. It wasn't as luxurious as he had imagined. It was just a palace, and there weren't many decorations. It seemed like this palace was only temporary.

There was also no one in his imagination. There was no one in the sky above the main seat of the palace. It was just a chair.

Qin Yuan looked at the palace and frowned.

In the depths of the underground, it was impossible to build such a huge palace at the last minute. It was also impossible that there were no leaders like the Sect Master.

Besides, the man just now had also said that there was a Sect Master from the Poison Sect inside.

However, Qin Yuan had not seen it yet.

"Could it be that there's still some space here?!" Qin Yuan murmured.

The Poison Sect was now a street rat, and everyone wanted to kill it. It was a force that couldn't be exposed, and it was normal for it to hide itself well.

Qin Yuan had just walked around the palace, but he didn't find anything special about it.

There was nothing special about the interior of the palace compared to the outside.

Qin Yuan didn't believe that those people from the Poison Sect would find trouble to build a palace here.

Qin Yuan was 100% sure that the Poison Sect must be plotting something.

Unfortunately, Qin Yuan had used up too much of his primordial purple pupil today. If not, he could use his primordial purple pupil to survey this place.

However, he had already used it. There was nothing that he didn't want!

Qin Yuan sighed and retreated, closing the door behind him.

Qin Yuan looked at the man on the ground, shook his head slightly, and walked over.

His death was peaceful, as if he wasn't killed by Qin Yuan, but himself. There was even a trace of relief in his eyes.

Of course, Qin Yuan wasn't a good person. He bent over and took off the interspatial ring in his hand.

Who didn't want to make a fortune from a dead person?! This was the simplest way to make a fortune.

Qin Yuan didn't think he was a good person, but when he saw the relief in that person's eyes, he sighed in his heart. Who asked him to be killed by him?

He reached out and dug a hole beside him. With the handrail, he lifted that person up from the void.

His soul force was unintentionally released, but this inadvertently caused Qin Yuan to be slightly stunned.

After putting him in the hole, a jade plate flew from his chest to Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan stretched out his hand to catch it and looked at it.

Hiss!

As soon as Qin Yuan touched it, a strong poisonous gas spread from the jade plate to Qin Yuan's palm.

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