At his peak, Zuo Mingqiu was a Boundary God powerhouse.
But the wounds he suffered were no lighter than those of Lin Xinglan, otherwise he wouldn't have needed to reincarnate.
And Lin Xinglan's cultivation realm was far stronger than his.
So in an instant, Zuo Mingqiu's soul was blasted into countless fragments by Lin Xinglan.
"Ah!"
A miserable scream echoed inside the Square Inch Mysterious Realm.
Zuo Mingqiu's soul fragments reformed, trying to flee.
But here in the Square Inch Mysterious Realm, there was nowhere to run.
Lin Xinglan's face was calm and indifferent.
During this time, she had tried many times to leave this place, but every attempt had failed without exception.
Even she couldn't escape. For a remnant soul of a Boundary God to dream of escaping was laughable.
Here, Zuo Mingqiu was like a turtle trapped in a jar.
His end was already sealed.
"I'm willing to surrender!"
Zuo Mingqiu shouted loudly.
But Yang Cheng wasn't moved in the slightest.
Controlling Lin Xinglan alone was already dangerous enough.
He had no interest in trying to control another powerhouse like this.
Lin Xinglan herself had no desire to let Zuo Mingqiu remain.
Now that she couldn't leave, she had no choice but to depend on Yang Cheng.
In that case, she naturally didn't want another powerhouse to appear at Yang Cheng's side.
That would only mean competition and lessen her own value.
So Lin Xinglan struck even more ruthlessly. Dozens of breaths later, she completely annihilated Zuo Mingqiu.
His soul once again shattered into fragments.
This time, when he tried to reform, his soul origin had already been drained too severely. He could no longer put himself back together.
In the end, his soul quickly turned into countless specks of dust.
As for Zuo Qiuming's consciousness, it was nothing more than the newborn awareness born from Zuo Mingqiu's remnant soul.
Now that the remnant soul was destroyed, Zuo Qiuming's awareness naturally couldn't survive on its own.
Bang!
Zuo Qiuming's body fell to the ground, his life force completely cut off.
[Host has once again performed a shocking feat, slaying Zuo Qiuming.]
[Zuo Qiuming was a Yang God realm cultivator. Within him, Zuo Mingqiu's soul had recovered spiritual power reaching the level of a Nirvana God. Killing Zuo Qiuming was unimaginably difficult.]
[Wait—so the host used the help of the Absolute Slaughter Demon Ancestor to destroy Zuo Mingqiu. Only then was he able to kill Zuo Qiuming.]
[That's even more unbelievable.]
[Although the Absolute Slaughter Demon Ancestor gave the host her soul origin, with her methods as a Demon Ancestor she absolutely had ways to act without being controlled by the host.]
[Given her nature, it would be extremely difficult to make her obey anyone.]
[Yet the host made her assist in killing Zuo Mingqiu. Truly remarkable.]
[It's hard to understand why the Absolute Slaughter Demon Ancestor would help the host like this. Could his charm really be that great?]
[This mission is rated as Epic. The host has obtained a Ten-Star Golden Dantian.]
Zuo Qiuming, the Pill God five hundred years in the future, the wealthiest man in the Wasteland Realm—
Today, he was slain by Yang Cheng.
"No!"
"Patriarch!"
Valley Master Tan, Murong Cong, and the others all roared in grief, their eyes about to split.
At this moment, the hatred in their gaze toward Yang Cheng was so strong they wished to tear him into a thousand pieces.
Yang Cheng noticed their stares but didn't care.
"Valley Master Yu, now that Zuo Qiuming is dead, you should have no more worries, right?"
Yang Cheng said calmly.
"What does Crown Prince Yang mean by this?"
Yu Qiuyue asked.
Her eyes were still a little dazed, clearly not yet recovered from the shock of Zuo Qiuming's death.
He had been her greatest threat.
Every day he lived, her position as valley master grew more precarious.
All these years, she had felt like she was slowly dying.
"Putting on an act in front of me is pointless."
Yang Cheng said, "Instead of wasting time, why not clean up Divine Medicine Valley sooner rather than later?"
He did not underestimate Yu Qiuyue.
Yu Qiuyue commanded Divine Medicine Valley's Dragon-Tiger Grand Formation.
That array's power was terrifying. If unleashed at full strength, it possessed divine might.
If Yu Qiuyue chose to protect Valley Master Tan and the others, then Yang Cheng truly wouldn't be able to do much.
This matter depended entirely on Yu Qiuyue's choice.
Of course—
If that happened, then Divine Medicine Valley would be marked as his enemy.
Not only would they never cooperate again, but in the future, he would certainly seek to completely wipe out their lineage.
"Crown Prince Yang truly isn't an ordinary person."
Yu Qiuyue sighed, feeling Yang Cheng's insight was simply astonishing.
He wasn't even a person of Divine Medicine Valley, yet he could so easily see through everything inside the sect.
Her faction and the elder faction had long been at odds, like fire and water.
Only because she had feared Zuo Qiuming and the many disciples of Divine Medicine Valley had she held back from acting.
But now, this was without a doubt the best time.
Most of Divine Medicine Valley's high-ranking figures had just fallen into the Starfall Secret Realm.
At the moment, there were no disciples present.
If she seized this chance to eradicate the elders' faction, the impact could be kept to a minimum.
"Valley Master!"
"What are you trying to do?"
Valley Master Tan and the others sensed something was wrong.
Yang Cheng had just spoken of cleansing Divine Medicine Valley, yet Yu Qiuyue didn't grow angry. Instead, she looked as if she agreed with him.
Something was clearly amiss.
"Crown Prince Yang, today's matter has already grown troublesome, so let me handle these people myself."
Yu Qiuyue said.
Then, she took out a Dragon-Tiger Seal.
This was the symbol of the valley master of Divine Medicine Valley.
Buzz!
She poured true qi into the Dragon-Tiger Seal, and the Dragon-Tiger Grand Formation activated instantly.
Yang Cheng smiled faintly and, together with Cheng Junyi, silently moved to Yu Qiuyue's side.
He wasn't familiar with Yu Qiuyue.
The Dragon-Tiger Grand Formation was enough to threaten him, and he wasn't about to stake his life on trusting her.
If Yu Qiuyue dared use the formation against them, they would strike first and kill her.
Clearly, Cheng Junyi had the same thought as him.
Roar!
Howl!
The next moment, the cry of a dragon and the roar of a tiger echoed out.
A golden dragon and a black tiger flew down through a rift in the sky and pounced toward Valley Master Tan and the others, beginning a slaughter.
"Ah!"
"Yu Qiuyue, may you die without peace!"
The elders who had long been at odds with Yu Qiuyue cursed furiously as they were struck.
Even Mo Qingxuan, the Hall Master of Martial Dao, was not spared by Yu Qiuyue.
This alone showed how precarious her position as valley master had been.
Most people in Divine Medicine Valley had already leaned toward Zuo Qiuming.
If not for the fact that she was valley master and held the Dragon-Tiger Seal, these people would have rebelled long ago.
The might of the Dragon-Tiger Grand Formation was terrifying.
After just a quarter of an hour, all who opposed Yu Qiuyue were completely annihilated.
"Valley Master Yu, you truly have courage. Now we can discuss cooperation."
Yang Cheng smiled faintly.
At the same time—
In Chanzhou, by the shores of Spring Lake.
The drunkard sat on the bank, fishing lazily.
Behind him stood several juniors.
"Who could have thought the Crown Prince, a mere ten-year-old boy, would have such earth-shaking strength? Even Chu Chen was crushed by him…"
The drunkard spoke boastfully to the juniors as he fished at ease.
"Senior, His Highness the Crown Prince truly is a dragon among men."
The juniors said with admiration.
But just then, the drunkard's words stopped abruptly. He rubbed his eyes.
Not far away, at the lakeside, a youth appeared.
His hair was black as ink, and though he wore only plain cloth garments, he could not hide his extraordinary, transcendent aura.
Several figures followed respectfully behind him.
"Senior?"
The juniors looked puzzled at the drunkard's reaction.
The drunkard swallowed hard. "Don't speak."
He felt as if his very blood had frozen, terrified that even a word might bring calamity upon them.
Only after more than ten breaths did the youth in cloth leave, merging into the distant crowd without lingering.
Only then did the drunkard finally exhale, weak and trembling with relief.
"Su… Ling… Chen!"
His voice quivered as he slowly uttered those three words.