Taiyi Dao Fruit

The Innate Qi that had entered Jiang Zhuyun's body flowed into his lower Dantian and merged with his own Innate Qi.

Jiang Li's Innate Qi was extremely pure and refined. Since their True Qi shared the same origin, Jiang Li's Innate Qi completely assimilated into Jiang Zhuyun's True Qi, and then—

Returning to the Origin, re-refining the Innate!

Jiang Zhuyun's Innate Qi was refined back into its primal Qi. At the lower Dantian and the lower reaches pass, Jiang Zhuyun's remaining two Qi Seas' True Qi was rapidly refined, stripping away all properties and returning to the origin.

"You!"

Jiang Zhuyun's eyes bulged wildly, his eyeballs protruding, the whites filled with blood vessels.

This was both due to the pain caused by the refining of his True Qi and because he had finally realized something—he was going to die.

Jiang Li was going to kill him.

"Hold on!" Jiang Zhuyun shouted, "Don't you want to know..."

Before he could finish, the Innate Qi inside him locked all his meridians, sealing his voice in his throat.

"What does it have to do with me?" Jiang Li said somberly.

He obviously knew what Jiang Zhuyun was trying to say.

In this final moment, the Third Young Master of the Jiang family was scared. He wanted to use secrets to live longer. Where the Yinglong's Scale came from, who the owner of the Thunder God Dharma was, what the purpose of the Devil God Sect was—he tried to use these secrets to get the Sect to spare him temporarily.

But what did these have to do with Jiang Li?

These secrets were both important and unimportant. To Jiang Li, having Jiang Zhuyun die was what mattered most.

Any threat to his life, even if it was the Sect Leader's son, he had to kill first. This was a principle that Jiang Li had always held to.

Jiang Zhuyun had to die.

A dead enemy was the best kind of enemy.

The power was rapidly refined; the True Qi in both Qi Seas was returned to the origin, transformed back into the primal Innate Qi, and then it flowed back into Jiang Li through the connected acupoints, enriching his lower Dantian.

Jiang Zhuyun's complexion gradually turned gray-white. His lifeforce, along with his power, continued to drain away, bringing him closer and closer to death.

"Jiang Li..."

With the return of the Innate Qi, his meridians were unlocked, and Jiang Zhuyun regained the ability to speak. Using his last bit of strength, he cursed Jiang Li, "You betrayed the main family, your reputation will be ruined, and you surely will not have a good death. The Dinghu Sect, having killed their ally, will also meet no good end."

Destroying the main family and personally killing Jiang Zhuyun were different matters.

Once this became known, the other prestigious families would certainly feel threatened. Jiang Li was doomed to infamy, and both the Dinghu Sect and the Ji Family would suffer reputational damage.

"But are you the main family?" Jiang Li replied somberly, "Brother Ji, your surname isn't Jiang, your name isn't Jiang Zhuyun, it's Ji Yunliu. As long as we deny it, who can say I killed the Third Young Master of the Jiang main family?"

"Within the Sect, the person who can represent the Jiang family isn't you; it's me. I am the one who bears the Jiang surname."

Why had the Sect never overtly searched for people from the Jiang family?

Even if the people from the Jiang family were stripped of their real names and could not be divined, if the Sect truly investigated, they would still find some clues.

Why had the Sect always handled the Jiang family's actions with such discretion?

That was the answer.

The ones who had died were never truly the Third Young Master of the Jiang family, or any people from the Jiang family, but just a bunch of traitors who had betrayed the Sect, nothing more.

"You will die unnoticed and worthless," Jiang Li said indifferently.

As these words fell, Jiang Zhuyun felt a searing rush of anxiety that clouded his vision with waves of darkness. He struggled to keep his eyes open, fiercely fixating on Jiang Li, but he couldn't stave off the arrival of death.

Amidst the unwillingness and anger, Jiang Zhuyun died, literally infuriated to death.

The Third Young Master of the Jiang Family died so abruptly and so ridiculously.

Just as Jiang Li had said, Jiang Zhuyun died worthless, dying without making a sound.

Raising his hand to beckon, the Mo Wu Battle Box transformed into an Ink Snake, wrapping around a war spear that flew up from the water.

Jiang Li caught it and slowly exhaled, "It's over."

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"It's over."

In another world, within the Void Illusion Realm, Elder Tianxuan suddenly declared.

She was located in a vast hall, before her stood a large brass Celestial Sphere, slowly rotating, reflecting the trajectory of the Cycle Stars clearly into Elder Tianxuan's eyes.

"Po Jun Dark Star buries its companions, makes a grave in the water."

Elder Tianxuan spoke leisurely, "Jiang Zhuyun has died upon the water. Next······"

Elder Tianxuan's gaze seemed to pierce through illusion and reality, deep within her eyes reflected a scene of deep, dark waters, "It should be your turn. Let me see how much you know about the secrets beneath Dinghu, and whether there is anyone within the Sect trying to elevate the Yellow Heaven."

In the depths of the dark water, undercurrents surged, occasionally revealing the scaly body of a dragon.

On the riverbed, a strange, monstrous shadow walked suddenly, as if sensing something.

"Jiang Zhuyun has vanished."

The demon cultivator, his body covered in snake scales and his lower half resembling a serpent's tail or tentacles, murmured in a low voice: "My time is running out."

Among the Six Great Elders of the Dinghu Sect, Tianpeng specialized in the Thunder Technique, perfectly capable of suppressing the Yinglong's ability to call forth winds and rain. If the Yinglong Dao Fruit were to cause an uproar, Tianpeng would be the best to handle it.

But that was only if the Dao Fruit did not erupt in full force. If the Dao Fruit unleashed its full power, Tianpeng might not be able to suppress it, not to mention that Tianpeng was currently entangled by someone else.

Of the remaining five elders, at least one must confront the true body of the demon cultivator, one must safeguard the Sect, protecting the disciples. Under the majestic suppression of the Yinglong, the disciples and elders were overwhelmed, with the severely affected virtually no different from ordinary humans. If a tidal wave were to sweep over Qiao Mountain now, it could cause immense damage.

Thus, with only three elders left, at least two would need to suppress the Yinglong Dao Fruit, leaving at most one free.

'However, the Yinglong Dao Fruit is merely a catalyst. What's truly important is the being sleeping beneath Dinghu······'

The demon cultivator's gaze landed on the distant place where dragon bodies had appeared, 'The Drought Demon Ba!'

Now, with Dinghu undergoing a great change, the remaining elder would definitely head to the resting place of the Drought Demon Ba. As long as the demon cultivator could pinpoint where the most activity beneath the lake was, they could determine the Drought Demon Ba······

The demon cultivator suddenly halted his steps.

Simply because two figures, one in front of the other, landed on the riverbed, blocking his path.

"Didn't expect Elder Tianxuan to calculate correctly, your real target is the Drought Demon Ba."

The elder in front, dressed as a scholar, stood with his hands behind his back, his voice clear even underwater, "How did the Devil God Sect find out about the Drought Demon Ba?"

"What relation does the Taiping Sect have with you?" Behind, the young-looking Elder Yuheng waved his sleeve, and a verdant sword light flashed.

With one elder in front and another behind, they focused on the mere Seventh Rank incarnation.

"Tianquan Wenqu, Yuheng Lianzhen," the demon cultivator uttered their titles, showing a dry smile, "If I say this is all a misunderstanding, would you believe me?"