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Following this, a silver light flashed. The broken corpse ignited on its own and turned to ashes in an instant. A collective intake of breath echoed as everyone was stunned. The Nine Heavens Xuan Zun was indeed a Separation Period cultivator, yet he had been utterly defeated without any resistance. Could the woman before them truly be the Arhats' Queen? However, upon scanning her with his divine sense, her cultivation level was only at Core Formation Stage—this was too unbelievable!

The two ancient elders exchanged glances, their faces filled with fear. The other Spirit婴 cultivators were even more speechless; such a result was beyond their wildest dreams. After enduring countless hardships, they had expected the ultimate disaster instead.

"Ahh!"

A cry of shock entered Lin Xuan's ears as one of the Luo Family elders could no longer bear it and turned into a streak of light, fleeing down the mountain with all his might. However, such an action was incredibly foolish at this moment.

Moonlight was gentle and obedient before Lin Xuan, but to others, she was anything but. Her jade hand rose slowly toward them. The escaping cultivator's flight abruptly halted as he realized that the spiritual energy within him no longer obeyed his will. This wasn't the worst part.

His body inflated like a balloon, growing larger and rounder without warning until it burst with a loud pop, sending blood everywhere. Clearly, this was not voluntary; anyone could see that.

Silence reigned as even the Luo Family patriarch's face turned pale. His body trembled uncontrollably.

In the mortal realm, he was one of the strongest beings, accustomed to life and death. But at this moment, his resolve wavered. This was merely a delaying tactic.

The victor would be the last one standing; even if he had to beg for forgiveness, it mattered not. The ancient elder's mind churned with dark thoughts as he scanned Moonlight. He quickly masked his expression and looked away. His suspicions were confirmed: the silver light around this girl was much dimmer than before.

Thus, the ancient elder began to speculate that this girl hadn't inherited any of the Arhats' Queen's powers or even refined the Demon Blood. The white light column must have been a remnant of her power left behind in this world by chance and somehow infused into the girl's body.

However, such power would diminish over time, possibly vanishing completely with the passage of years.

In other words, this girl's current "ferocity" was merely borrowing from the Arhats' Queen's residual strength. If he could stall until that power vanished...

She was just a Core Formation Stage ghost girl; dealing with her wouldn't be difficult. He also had the unrefined Demon Blood to exploit. The Luo Family patriarch's heart burned with anticipation, but his expression remained one of fear and panic as he plotted how to deal with Moonlight.

Unlike the cunning Luo Family patriarch, the other Spirit婴 cultivators were not easily intimidated. Despite their formidable abilities, they dared not harbor any侥幸psychology; after all, she had effortlessly killed a Separation Period monster. How could they still entertain such thoughts?

The Luo Family patriarch's gaze fell on his nephews and nieces, a hint of malice flashing in his eyes. Great achievements require no small details; as long as he gained enough benefits for the family, what did it matter? "Zi Cong."

As one of the two later-stage cultivators, Luo Zicong was second only to the patriarch due to his bloodthirsty and cunning nature, making him a clear choice for the next patriarch.

After enduring many trials to obtain Demon Blood, they had finally reached this outcome. Could it be that their fate truly lay in the hands of heaven?

Just as he pondered, the patriarch's voice entered his ears. Luo Zicong was taken aback and turned back with suspicion. "Do not move; I am using a secret technique to speak with you and all our disciples. This method is related to bloodline, so even if that girl has strong divine sense, she cannot eavesdrop."

Not just Luo Zicong; the remaining eight Luo Family disciples heard their patriarch's voice as well.

"Remember when I had each of you take a spirit pill?"

Luo Zicong nodded slowly. He remembered it clearly; the pills were wrapped in wax and remained within his body after ingestion.

He was puzzled at the time, asking what purpose this served. The patriarch smiled but did not answer, promising that there would be a reason later.

Though he didn't understand, Luo Zicong still took them. He dared not defy the patriarch's orders, and all elders had taken them; it was impossible for the patriarch to harm everyone.

"This spirit pill contains a drop of ten-thousand-year-old spirit milk."

"Ten-thousand-year-old spirit milk?"

Everyone nearly gasped in shock despite their efforts to conceal it. This legendary substance could only be found with difficulty even in the Spirit Realm, and it was said that just one drop could restore a cultivator's depleted spiritual energy. How did the patriarch have such a treasure?

And yet, he had given them this freely beforehand?

Despite their astonishment, they couldn't continue to question him now. The patriarch's voice continued: "This quest for treasures didn't go as planned, but I left a contingency plan. After all these battles, your spiritual energy is nearly depleted. Follow my instructions and break the wax pill, then consume the spirit milk; you will regain full strength."

"The woman before us is terrifying, but no matter what, I cannot let any of you die here. Otherwise, the Luo Family's lineage in Tianzhou would truly be extinguished. After consuming the spirit milk, run for your lives. I will use our family's secret technique to stop her; even if we can't defeat her, we should be able to buy some time."

The patriarch spoke with a sense of righteousness.

The elders were stunned but moved by his words. They knew what the secret technique entailed—burning one's life force for power, resulting in death and soul scattering. But now that they had a chance at survival, everyone was filled with excitement.

Their previous disdain and resentment toward the patriarch vanished, replaced by admiration and gratitude.

Unfortunately, none of them noticed the smug and mocking look in the Luo Family patriarch's eyes.

Most cultivators were selfish, but there were exceptions like Lin Xuan and Moonlight. The patriarch, however, had no such intentions.

Moonlight was unaware of his machinations as she stared intently at the Nine-Headed Elder. Master said that the demon pill would be useful; she must obtain it. It seemed she hadn't given Lin Xuan a gift in two hundred years, and Moonlight didn't want to disappoint him.

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