The Purgatory Calamity
Chapter 186 - 171: Seeds of Evil Madness!_1

Chapter 186: Chapter 171: Seeds of Evil Madness!_1

"From the Upper Realm..."

Yu Xin stared blankly for a moment, then asked with sudden fear and unease, "You, could you be of the Human Race?"

"You don’t need to know too much. Our transaction can proceed normally, exchanging goods for goods. Now that all your connections with the Upper Realm are severed, I have opened a new path for you."

Yu Xin looked at those words, hesitated slightly, then decided not to delve further into the other party’s identity.

"Alright, I’ll go prepare the items you need. With my abilities, I’m only able to acquire key parts of eighth-level ferocious beasts, ninth-level... I’m not capable of that yet."

Yu Xin said honestly.

"Seventh-level is enough, and I will need some beast blood as well."

"Okay, please give me half a day to prepare."

"Mhm."

...

The night sky was bright, stars and the moon hanging high in the firmament.

Han Ting knocked on the stone door of residence number fifty-six and entered gracefully, her cheeks flushed and her teeth clenched as she suddenly said, "I’ve come to say goodbye."

Watching her close the stone door, Pang Jian, full of thoughts, said indifferently, "I wish you a safe journey."

"Pang Jian..."

Obviously having taken care in her appearance, Han Ting, dressed in a gown that accentuated her voluptuous figure, with a deep and fair cleavage visible beneath her neck, said in a voice as faint as mosquitoes and flies, "We may never meet again after today. Thank you for healing me. Thanks to the divine alien power you transferred, many of my hidden illnesses have also been cured."

"You’re welcome."

Pang Jian’s expression remained calm, his eyes clear.

He found the hesitant and coy Han Ting, different from her usual straightforward demeanor, somewhat strange.

"Well..."

With her head lowered, Han Ting, not daring to look into Pang Jian’s eyes, said, "Although I am just an individual cultivator, I’ve always kept myself clean. Over the years, many have coveted my appearance and... body."

"Pang Jian, if you have even the slightest affection for me, even if it’s just for my body, I am willing... to spend the night with you."

Her voice, like her drooping head, was getting lower and lower.

She had struggled for a long, long time before finally mustering the courage to knock on Pang Jian’s residence and say these words.

She had drifted alone for many years, without the support of any sect or the backing of a powerful individual cultivator.

The visit to Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands was solely because she had joined Pang Jian, which led Zhang Bin and others to misunderstand. Zhang Bin, dragging Fang Xin with him, came pleading desperately, fearing she would use Pang Jian’s strength to lead them to a bad end.

She clearly realized that just letting people know she had a fleeting affair with a scion of a great family from the Upper Realm...

Suddenly she felt that the individual cultivators who lusted after her body would have various misgivings.

The proactive visit from Zhao Yuanqi and the friendly attitude of Qi Qingsong made her feel that if she could really have something happen with Pang Jian, she might gain many extra guarantees for her safety.

Moreover, the fact that Pang Jian had never acted improperly when healing her also made her develop a fondness for him.

Pang Jian watched her curiously, frowning slightly, and said with a voice devoid of any emotional fluctuation, "Safe travels."

"Okay, I understand."

Han Ting forced a smile, left with disappointment, and gently closed the door from the outside.

Pang Jian was silent for a moment, then took out the shining silver Token left by Qi Qingsong and poured spiritual power into it before tentatively saying, "Qi Qingsong."

"I’m here."

Qi Qingsong’s voice came from the Token, "This token only works for short-range message transmission. It’s useless if you’re slightly further away. Pang Jian, what have you decided?"

"I’ve decided to participate in the finale of the auction the day after tomorrow!"

"Ah! You’re going to compete against Blood Moon and Yin Spirit Temple for the imprisoned Luo Hongyan? Pang Jian, one million Spirit Stones is not a small sum, I can’t even produce that much!"

"And even if you participate, you only have a one in three chance!"

"Right, her identity as a remnant of the Blood Spirit Sect has been exposed. Even if you win the lot by some stroke of luck, you both will be ambushed by the elders of Blood Moon and Yin Spirit Temple when you try to leave Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands! I can save you, claiming that you are an outer disciple of Sword Tower, but she is already a prisoner of Yin Spirit Temple, I can’t save her!"

"Pang Jian, you’re just wasting one million Spirit Stones for nothing!"

"..."

Qi Qingsong was clamoring loudly.

He analyzed for Pang Jian why this action was improper, telling Pang Jian that even if the lot was successfully drawn, Luo Hongyan would struggle to get away from Yuan Mang.

After listening for a moment, Pang Jian tossed the Token along with the blue robe into his storage ring.

Late in the night.

When he and Rebel Kid reestablished their connection, gripping the bronze token to release a luminous glow, on the other side the Heaven Clan’s Yu Xin, had already prepared the precious spiritual materials and thrown them into the mouth of the Dark Giant Python.

A pair of eyes from a seventh-level Red-eyed Demon Wolf, nine buckets of beast blood, and several muscles.

Spiders silk, spider’s legs, and some potent venom from a seventh-level Double-headed Ghost Spider.

An entire skin, five buckets of beast blood, and several muscles from a seventh-level Blood Lizard.

Inside the residence, Pang Jian watched as piles of rare spiritual materials flew out from the luminous glow, hurriedly and clumsily receiving them, and placing them on the stone floor beside him.

"Is that enough?"

The other end’s Yu Xin asked quietly.

"It’s almost enough."

The Dark Giant Python communicated by etching with its tail.

At that moment.

Standing amid a pile of precious spiritual materials, Pang Jian quickly estimated that all materials derived from seventh-level ferocious beasts would definitely exchange for a huge amount of Spirit Stones the next day.

If he could just rely on luck to draw the lot with one million Spirit Stones, he could take Luo Hongyan away.

Once back in residence fifty-six, he should have the power to take Luo Hongyan with him, and vanish from Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands in an instant, returning directly to the unnamed Fragment Land deeply hidden by the Mysterious Turtle.

But, if he hadn’t drawn that token...

Pang Jian’s face was grim, evil thoughts proliferating in his heart, thoughts of revenge began to surge.

Suddenly, a mad idea flashed through his mind!

"The day after tomorrow, there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that may allow some of your people and ferocious beasts to be sent to the Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands in the Third Realm."

"I can only say it’s possible, I’m not fully certain. You’ll have to discuss whether you want to try it."

"Ferocious beasts below level seven, as well as warriors from all races, should be able to pass through safely. Above level seven, the Mirror Tunnel’s transport is not safe and might kill everyone."

"..."

One clear character after another, like symbols of the devil, appeared on the grass beneath Yu Xin.

Yu Xin’s breathing became rapid, her eyes bursting with captivating light, her hands clenching her sacred robe tightly.

Tighter!

Level seven ferocious beasts and warriors of all races didn’t need to use the flying machines to ascend to heaven, and they could arrive directly in the Third Realm!

Yu Xin took deep breaths, looking up at the pitch-black sky, and said, "I can tell you right now that the day after tomorrow we will be ready to send a batch of ferocious beasts and warriors over!"

"Even if they all die, we are willing to take this risk!"

"Good, we’ll be in touch then!"

Pang Jian cut off his perception.

In the middle of the night, he pushed open the stone door, his thoughts running wild, and stepped onto the stone path outside.

At this time in the Yuan Mang, some were meditating with eyes closed, others were asleep from fatigue, with every stone door of their cave dwellings firmly shut.

Only the faint sound of insects could be heard in the secluded valleys between the peaks.

"Fourth Peak, Seventh Peak."

Pang Jian’s deep gaze settled on two far-off peaks, staring at their summit.

He knew that Jiuyuan from the Blood Spirit Sect and the elder from the Yin Spirit Temple were currently on those two peaks.

The day after tomorrow, those two would join him in drawing lots to decide the ultimate fate of Luo Hongyan.

"If I draw her, I won’t make the last move in the game; I will disappear from Yuan Mang with her."

"But if she isn’t drawn by me..."

Pang Jian’s expression gradually darkened.

While everyone was deep in meditation or sleep, preparing for the grand auction of the next two days, nobody knew that an evil and mad seed had been planted in Pang Jian’s heart, taking root and sprouting.

A bloodstorm that might sweep through the entire Yuan Mang Fragmented Lands was brewing in Pang Jian’s mind.

Now, with his decision made, his gaze patrolled the secluded valleys between the great peaks, silently pondering the details.

After a while, he returned to his cave dwelling.

"Whoosh!"

A bright silver token bearing the Sword Tower insignia emerged quietly in his palm, and as he sent a bit of spiritual power into it, he activated the communication array within.

"Are you there?"

Pang Jian asked quietly.

After a moment, Qi Qingsong’s lazy voice came from the token, "Yeah."

"How come you’re always there?"

"The token hangs from my waist. I can sense any activity," Qi Qingsong grunted, annoyed, "Pang Jian, did you toss your token into your bracelet? Why don’t you respond when I look for you?"

"Uh-huh."

Pang Jian affirmed with a nod, and immediately got to the point, "What’s a fair price for a pair of eyes from a level seven Red-eyed Demon Wolf?"

After a few seconds of silence on the other end, Qi Qingsong responded, "Five hundred thousand spirit stones."

Pang Jian’s eyes lit up and he asked again, "Five strands of web from a level seven Double-headed Ghost Spider, roughly two zhang each, with eight spider legs and two barrels of venom. How should I price them?"

This time Qi Qingsong was silent for longer.

Pang Jian waited patiently.

After a while, Qi Qingsong’s voice, feigning calmness, emerged from the token, "Don’t sell them separately; it’s better to sell them together. Pricing them together at four hundred thousand spirit stones should be fine."

"The web strands, spider legs, and venom can be used to make a high-level bow and arrow. The web as the bowstring, the legs for the bow or carved into arrows, and the venom... can be applied to the arrow tips."

Qi Qingsong suggested.

Pang Jian took a deep breath.

Fifty, Forty. With these two items and the spirit stones he already had, it would be enough for him to compete for Luo Hongyan!

After a few seconds of calm, Pang Jian asked again, "What’s a fair price for a complete skin from a level seven Blood Lizard?"

Qi Qingsong was silent once more.

Not too long after, he said, "The skin of a level seven Blood Lizard, which can be used to make the drum skin for a special drum, would be fairly priced at three hundred and fifty thousand."

Pang Jian nodded, "Okay, got it."

As he spoke, he was about to toss the token back into his bracelet.

Qi Qingsong on the other end sensed he was not inclined to keep talking, but suddenly he said, "Pang Jian..."

"Yes?"

"Did you break into the secret treasury of Bagua City after I left?"

"Why would you think that?"

"If it wasn’t that, where did you get these exotic items from the bodies of level seven ferocious beasts? And in such quantities!"

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