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第五卷 天云十二州 第九百六十五章 倒霉的厉魂谷

Initially, everything went smoothly. Pan Jin easily reached the center of the river where the mist was slightly thinner and one could faintly see the outlines of plants.

Pan Jin's heart leaped with joy.

However, just then, a strange sound entered his ears—a harsh, unpleasant noise that sounded like teeth grinding.

Pan Jin froze, instinctively lowering his head.

His expression changed dramatically!

Unbeknownst to him, the waist-deep river around him had transformed into a grotesque mouth filled with sharp fangs, ready to bite down fiercely.

"Aaah!"

Despair etched across Pan Jin's face as it was too late to dodge. The mouth closed, and he vanished in a spray of blood...

Soon, the surface of the river returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

On another mountain several miles away, magical artifacts and spiritual weapons flew amidst a dozen cultivators who looked panicked. Their opponents were strange-looking monsters—some with three heads and six arms, others with grotesque faces in their chests, one even covered in various-sized eyes that made one feel uneasy.

Despite being only condensation core-stage monsters, they possessed far greater power than their peers. The battle ended quickly as all human cultivators perished, but the monsters did not stop there; they proceeded to extract souls and refine them for eternity.

Pan Jin prepared to return home after reporting his discovery of these monsters in Lushi City. He wondered how the Elder had collected his body-building pills.

As he thought this, a smile played on his lips. With a conspiracy at play, he no longer intended to stay out of it.

Just as he was about to turn and fly away, a battle cry reached his ears. Turning around, he saw a flash of light several hundred feet to the left, even through the mist. The opponents were clearly powerful cultivators.

Pan Jin hesitated briefly before concealing his aura, making his presence almost invisible, and flying past them.

There were two men and one woman, all at early condensation core stage. They were not fighting monsters but each other, with two of the men working together to attack the woman.

Pan Jin frowned but did not find it strange; in this world, there was no moral code, and bullying the weak was commonplace.

The two men, though different in build, wore similar attire, indicating they belonged to the same sect. Whether their conflict with the woman was due to a grudge or merely greed for her treasure remained unclear.

Pan Jin smirked without considering helping them; heroically saving a damsel in distress was a young man's fantasy, and he had no interest in getting involved.

As Pan Jin prepared to leave, the woman's next action surprised him into stopping.

Faced with two cultivators' attack, she appeared desperate. She bit her lip, reached for her waist, and produced a golden lyre from her embrace.

Pan Jin's eyes narrowed as he saw the familiar item. "This seems like something an old friend would have!"

The woman held the golden lyre close to her chest and gently plucked it, producing beautiful music that filled the air, soothing yet laced with deadly intent.

"Sound Wave Art!"

A smile of nostalgia appeared on Pan Jin's face as golden notes flowed from her fingertips, countering the enemy's magical weapons bravely.

Boom!

The sound echoed, temporarily dispersing the mist. Pan Jin took advantage and no longer concealed his aura, appearing before the three combatants with a greenish glow.

Relatively closer to the two men, both cultivators were shocked. Despite their restricted senses, they could feel the powerful spiritual pressure emanating from this seemingly young man, who was clearly an advanced soul-seer—possibly even mid-stage.

Their faces showed shock as they abandoned attacking the woman and rushed towards Pan Jin, bowing deeply: "Junior of Soul Valley Gorge pays respects to Senior."

"Soul Valley Gorge?" Pan Jin's lips curled in a sneer. What were the odds? If these two belonged to another sect, he might have spared them, but they came from Soul Valley Gorge.

What was there to say?

The oldvast heaven had allied with their faction.

Not long ago, they sent someone to Quinyan Mountain to steal the phoenix fairy's monster essence.

Who was this phoenix fairy? His wife.

Pan Jin was not one to be lenient on his enemies. He hated Soul Valley Gorge and had been waiting for an opportunity to settle scores.

With these two in his hands, Pan Jin would not hesitate to extract their souls and seal them forever.

"Are you from Soul Valley Gorge?" he asked.

"No," the two thought Pan Jin was wary of their identity, feeling relieved. "Our master is..."

"I don't care who your master is. You both will die today, and I'll extract your souls for eternity."

Pan Jin's face changed as quickly as a book being flipped; from a gentle smile to a statement that left the two speechless.

"Senior, you're joking," they stammered.

They were still processing this, but it made sense. With no grudge against these monsters, Pan Jin would not go so far as to extract their souls.

"You think I'm joking?" Pan Jin's lips curled in a mocking smile. "Too bad; I never lie. You'll see."

Before they could react, he flicked his fingers, releasing dozens of sword lights from his fingertips.

The two men's faces paled as they realized the old monster meant business.

Pan Jin's actions were shocking, but they did not sit idly by. They activated their own magical artifacts and reached into their robes to retrieve escape talismans.

But it was a futile attempt. Even if they were only condensation core-stage cultivators, Pan Jin wanted them dead; there would be no chance for them to escape.

Flashes of light surrounded the two men's magical artifacts, which soon emitted cries as they were torn apart by the sword lights.

The mental connection severed, their faces turned pale. Despite having talismans on their bodies, their movements slowed slightly.

Two sword lights did not target their magical artifacts but circled around them and flew to their front. Their protective spiritual light was useless, easily shredded like paper as their heads were launched into the air.

Pan Jin did not stop there. He waved his sleeve, sending a greenish aura that wrapped around their bodies, forcibly pulling out their souls.

He then struck his waist and took out an jade bottle, stuffing their souls inside. With this done, he would use their souls to refine Beast Soul Flag.

No one could say Pan Jin was heartless; in the cultivation world, such leniency would lead to a quick death. These two had wronged him.

Letting them be from Soul Valley Gorge was enough of a punishment.

The grudge againstvast heaven's ghost emperor ran deep, and he had nearly died at that old monster's hands several times. Their last attempt on the phoenix fairy...

Hmph, what did they say?

If you don't offend me, I won't offend you; if you do, I will... destroy your entire family.

One day, he would remove Soul Valley Gorge from the cultivation world of Tianyun Twelve States and extract souls from high-ranking cultivators. It would be both revenge and a boon—refining so many souls would likely upgrade Beast Soul Flag significantly.

Pan Jin was eagerly looking forward to it.

A win-win situation; why not?

Of course, this could not happen immediately; he needed sufficient strength before acting. Otherwise, it would only lead to his death.

In short, plan first, then act.

After preparing everything, Pan Jin turned back. Despite the complexity of what just happened, it took him only a moment from killing two cultivators to extracting their souls.

He then leaned on his hand and leisurely observed the woman before him with interest.

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