Chapter 589: Chapter 236: Where Is Wu Wangxinger? Help! (Part 2)

The attendant swallowed, "It sounds like the sharpening of a knife."

"Sharpening a knife, what’s the knife for at night!"

Swish!

The sound of a large knife cutting through bone exploded in his ears. Li Tonglin felt a warm sensation on his face, and when he touched it, he could barely make out in the moonlight that his palm was stained with a horrifying red. He was stunned and looked to the side, where the attendant who had just been speaking lay on the ground, his head resting on Li Tonglin’s instep.

The sound of metal dragging on the ground echoed from the main gate.

Li Tonglin was completely bewildered. As he looked forward, a blood-soaked ghoul with disheveled hair stepped over the tall threshold and walked toward him.

When the figure was half a zhang away, he finally screamed in terror,

"Xu Xueyi, why is it you! What... what have you done, what have you done!"

Xu Xueyi hissily spat through his teeth, "Killed your whole family!"

"How dare you, how dare you!"

Li Tonglin suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower body. He looked down to see that his private part had been cut off.

Amidst the wretched screams, Xu Xueyi imitated the executioners of the death by a thousand cuts, slicing off Li Tonglin’s flesh piece by piece. At one point, his anger reached its peak, and Xu Xueyi’s eyes were completely consumed by black mist.

He stared at the city under the night sky, his mind flickering with intertwined images of all the people he despised.

Thus, gripping his knife, he once again set off with swift strides.

...

On the Chaotian Continent, the Golden Saber Sect, a registered mid-tier force in the World Register.

"Elder Xu, these Spirit Stones are last year’s tribute from Liaoshan Country, a total of 742 top-grade Spirit Stones. Please have a look." The Tribute Steward, responsible for collecting tributes from affiliated countries and cities, handed over a list and a Qiankun Bag.

Xu Feizhang stroked his gray-white beard, glanced at the list with his small eyes, took the Qiankun Bag in hand, probed it with his divine sense, and immediately squinted,

"That’s not right, Chen Tan, no matter how many times I count, there are only 672 stones."

The Tribute Steward Chen Tan was stunned, "How is that possible? I counted them several times, it should be 742 stones."

"Count them yourself." Xu Feizhang threw the Qiankun Bag to him.

Chen Tan quickly began counting, and moments later, his face turned pale, "Indeed, it is 672 stones... But how can this be? Elder Xu, I clearly remember there were 742 stones!"

Xu Feizhang patted his shoulder with a smile, "Don’t panic, think carefully about how many there actually were. Chen Tan, be sure, this is not a small matter."

Chen Tan looked at Xu Feizhang, vaguely understanding something, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and bitterness seeped from his mouth. After a moment of struggle, he said, "I remembered incorrectly, please forgive me, Elder Xu."

"No problem, you are new to the post, making mistakes is normal. Just follow and learn more in the future. Since you remembered incorrectly, make a new list so I can update the inventory."

"Yes." After thanking Elder Xu for his magnanimity, Chen Tan tremblingly drafted a new list.

Xu Feizhang took a look, nodded contently, "Chen Tan, from now on we’re family, don’t be a stranger. Come, take this as a welcome gift."

Staring at the ten shiny top-grade Spirit Stones on the table, Chen Tan’s breath quickened, and something in his heart twisted like a pretzel, until it snapped. He collected the Spirit Stones and respectfully said, "Thank you, Elder Xu!"

"Hahaha, hmm, not bad."

Chen Tan gave a dry laugh.

The overlapping shadows twisted and writhed on the ground. A pair of eyes watched them coldly, the dark gaze penetrating the secret known only to the two of them. The profit from embezzling public funds stirred an uncontrollable excitement and agitation in their hearts. It was as if a powerful force had infused their hearts, making that excitement and agitation even clearer.

Thus,

they felt it was not enough, they wanted more.

"Chen Tan, want to check out the storeroom?" Xu Feizhang’s eyes burned.

Chen Tan swallowed, "Can we?"

"Just looking."

"Okay then."

The two arrived at the Golden Saber Sect’s storeroom. The moment the door opened, a rich Immortal Spirit Qi, along with the aura of various mystical magic tools, pills, and formation flags, surged forth. Like hungry wolves spotting lambs, the notion of "just looking" was instantly shredded. In a frenzy, they rampaged through the storeroom.

After plundering the storeroom empty.

They still felt it wasn’t enough. The thrill of the windfall had grown so intense that it completely took over their rationality. They wanted more, they wanted to truly satisfy their greed. Thus, they rushed out of the storeroom, roaming between the Palace Immortal Towers of the Golden Saber Sect like ghouls, snatching everyone’s belongings without a word.

Their robbery quickly escalated into a group fight.

The entire Golden Saber Sect quickly plunged into chaos. More and more disciples, stewards, and elders joined the fray. The order of this grand sect, which had taken a thousand years to establish, collapsed into ruins in an instant.

Everyone was overshadowed by an indescribable excitement. They didn’t even know why they were fighting, only that it was thrilling and satisfying!

No one knew what the true source of this chaos was.

The chaos came suddenly, and suddenly it ended the Golden Saber Sect’s glory.

...

Fu Manman and Gu Lan returned to the Grotto Heaven and sat silently in the courtyard.

Seeing their expressionless faces, Fan Wubing immediately understood that it was another fruitless day. He took a sip of tea and asked,