The Devil's Tribulation

Saint Flame Island in the Southern Continent, within the Saint Flame Realm.

A group of pale-faced, ghostly-looking cultivators blocked the exit of the passage.

Ge Siqin took out a three-meter-tall black flag, planted it in the middle of the road, and said with a sinister expression, "If you want to get out, either pay a hundred billion high-grade crystal beads, or leave your soul behind!"

An elderly man in the early stage of the Void Refinement realm, who looked to be over seventy years old, tremblingly cupped his hands towards Ge Siqin and said, "My lord, I am Pu Yicheng, the eldest elder of the Pu family in Anqing City, Eastern Continent."

"Pfft~ Hahaha, Piao Yicheng?! Is his kidney made of iron?" Pan Chengfeng almost died laughing when he heard Elder Park's name.

Many people laughed when they heard this.

This wasn't the first time Park Il-sung's name had been laughed at, and he was already used to it. He continued, "The Park family suffered over seven hundred casualties on this trip to the Holy Flame Realm, and the gains were also unsatisfactory. I implore the Sect Master to show mercy."

Anqing City in Dongzhou is not a small city; it has a population of tens of millions.

The Park family is considered a middle-class family, with five members who are Void Refinement cultivators.

Ge Siqin didn't even glance at the person and said indifferently, "I don't care where you're from. Once you've paid 100 billion high-grade crystal beads, you may leave."

Park Il-sung looked bitter and respectfully said, "If we hand over a hundred billion high-grade crystal beads, the Park family members will have died in vain. I implore the sect to reduce the amount."

A hundred billion crystal beads is not a small amount for a mid-sized family, and these small families have indeed not gained much benefit in the Holy Flame Realm.

Ge Siqin looked impatient, raised the Soul-Nourishing Banner with one hand, and made a gesture to wave it to collect Park Il-sung's soul.

This is a mid-grade magic treasure, the Soul Nourishing Banner. Ge Siqin is at the peak of the Void Refinement stage. If he were to personally take action, the Pu family elder in front of him, who is only at the early stage of the Void Refinement stage, would definitely not be able to withstand it.

The people of the Ghost Control Sect never hesitate to kill, and now they need to make an example of someone. Ge Siqin waved the banner without hesitation.

He had only raised the soul-nourishing banner with both hands, but he couldn't bring himself to wave it down.

When Park Il-sung saw Ge Si-qin about to wave the banner, he was already heartbroken and closed his eyes to await death.

He originally thought that the people from the Ghost Control Sect would show mercy because they were both cultivators from the Eastern Continent, but little did he know that they had no such concerns at all.

Park Il-sung kept his eyes closed for a long time, but the magic weapon that was going to kill him didn't come. So he secretly opened one eye.

What he hadn't expected happened.

A tall and imposing figure stood behind Ge Siqin, one hand gripping the banner and the other pinching Ge Siqin's neck, silently watching him.

"What are you still standing there for? Take your people and leave."

Park Il-sung felt as if he had been granted a pardon and said with tears of gratitude, "Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty. I will leave now, I will leave now."

A dozen or so breaths later, Park Il-sung led more than 500 family members, most of whom were Nascent Soul cultivators, into the passage.

"Li Ke, get out here right now!"

When Li Ke heard Pan Chengfeng call him, he walked out of the crowd somewhat awkwardly.

Pan Chengfeng stared at Li Ke and demanded, "Who came up with this idea?"

Li Kegang wanted to answer, "It wasn't me."

But before he could reply, Pan Chengfeng immediately continued, "He's a real genius! How come I didn't think of that?! He just needs some adjustments."

Li Ke was overjoyed and said, "Junior Brother Pan also thinks this is a good idea? Then what's there to hesitate about? Let's do it together!"

Pan Chengfeng shook his head and said, "The method is fine, but it's asking for too little!"

"What good are crystal beads? You either hand over ten ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, or one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

Millions of cultivators were in an uproar. Pan Chengfeng was ruthless, much more ruthless than the Ghost Control Sect!

Millions of cultivators couldn't help but curse loudly.

Pan Chengfeng glanced at them coldly and said, "Some people may not know this yet, right?"

The Demon-Companion Grass was obtained by Nangong Tian, ​​and that kid ran off in a hurry, leaving you all here.

"I can't have come here for nothing; I'll have to make up for it by taking it from you guys!"

Pan Chengfeng's eyes narrowed, revealing a fierce glint as he continued, "Cultivators from both the Eastern and Northern Continents can pass."

Cultivators from the Southwest Continent, I don't care which sect or family you belong to, you all must pay your dues.

Otherwise, we'll have the fellow Daoists from the Ghost Control Sect collect your souls!

As soon as he finished speaking, cultivators from the Thunder Control Sect and the Beast Control Sect flew to the entrance of the passage to block the way.

Led by Shi Man, the cultivators of the Corpse Demon Sect were the first to step forward.

Shi Man was the first to charge, and in a few flashes he was in front of Pan Chengfeng, his face grim as he said, "What did you just say, Junior Brother Pan? Are you looking down on my Shi Kui Sect?"

Pan Chengfeng casually cupped his hands and said, "Ah? ~ So it's Senior Brother Shi Man. How could I have forgotten you? I was wrong just now, please forgive me."

Upon hearing Pan Chengfeng's words, Shi Man thought the other party had backed down, but what he said next made him furious.

Pan Chengfeng lowered his hands and continued, "The Corpse Demon Sect is the number one sect in the Western Continent. How can it be compared with these people?"

How about this: ten thousand ancient medicinal herbs or one million mid-grade spirit stones? What do you think, Senior Brother Corpse Barbarian? Isn't that a good price to give the Corpse Demon Sect face?"

The three major sects of the Western Continent have been almost completely bought off by the Southern Continent, so why would Pan Chengfeng be afraid of offending them?

Given the opportunity to fleece them, why would Pan Chengfeng miss it?

Corpse Barbarian's face flushed red as he said, "Fine, fine, fine! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you'll think my Corpse Demon Sect is weak and easy to bully! Kill!!"

They've already stepped on your head to poop and pee, how could Shi Man tolerate that? He immediately started fighting.

More than ten thousand corpses immediately flew over, and Pan Chengfeng laughed loudly, saying, "Haha~ Well done! Just in time to kill the chicken to scare the monkey!"

Pan Chengfeng formed hand seals, and his magical power continuously gathered.

Corpse Barbarian roared in fury, "Who's the chicken and who's the monkey? Let's see who's stronger!"

Corpse Barbarian summoned his newly refined Corpse Demon, but it only possessed the power of the early stage of the Fusion Realm, far inferior to his original one.

Pan Chengfeng made his move, and the cultivators of the three sects of the Eastern Continent naturally followed suit, each unleashing their own methods.

Xin'er immediately summoned Nao Nao, and a large wave of Yang Fire shot out.

Those corpses were inherently yin and evil beings; if even a little yang fire touched them, they would immediately burst into flames, and no amount of extinguishing could put them out.

Li Ke directly summoned the Ice and Fire Demons.

Under the Ice and Fire Domain, the cultivators of the Corpse Demon Sect were always a beat slower than others, and there were also scorching invisible flames burning inside their bodies.

Although the number of people on both sides was roughly the same, the remaining cultivators from the three sects of the Eastern Continent were the elite of the elite.

With Pan Chengfeng, Xin'er, and Li Ke unleashing their full power, the Corpse Demon Sect was at a disadvantage from the moment the two sides clashed.

More than 20,000 cultivators engaged in combat, along with spirit pets, ghosts, and corpse monsters, bringing the total number of people to 40,000 to 50,000 in an instant.

The terrifying fluctuations of magical power caused those cultivators who were only at the Nascent Soul stage to vomit blood continuously.

The more than five million cultivators present quickly distanced themselves from them, fearing they might be accidentally injured.

Pan Chengfeng's Thunder Technique - Ten Thousand Thunder Wings Flash - left the Corpse Barbarian with only the ability to parry. He could only use his Corpse King to block the attacks of countless lightning needles, and he couldn't unleash his full power.

But Pan Chengfeng kept using large-area spells one after another.

Not only were the Corpse Barbarians suppressed, but many of the Corpse Demon Sect cultivators behind them were also affected, resulting in over a thousand deaths and injuries.

Pan Chengfeng laughed loudly: "Hahaha~ The Corpse Demon Sect is nothing special. Take another move from me, Thunder Dragon Technique - Dragon Break!!"

In the sky, thunder dragons roamed freely, each capable of injuring or even killing a Corpse Demon Sect cultivator.

The dozen or so servants of the Corpse Barbarians protected him the whole time. The most powerful of them was a half-step Integration Realm cultivator, and even he couldn't withstand Pan Chengfeng's barrage of attacks.

Seeing that everyone around him was acting this way, Shi Man knew that others were even more likely to react the same way, so he hurriedly shouted, "Junior Brother Pan, stop!! I'll pay! I'll pay!!!"

The Sword Sect and the Overturning Sea Sect, who were still organizing their cultivators to help the Corpse Demon Sect, were stunned. In just over ten breaths, the Corpse Demon Sect had already backed down?!

Upon hearing that money was to be paid, Pan Chengfeng did not immediately withdraw his spell. Instead, he controlled thousands of thunder dragons to roam over the heads of the Corpse Demon Sect disciples.

Seeing that Pan Chengfeng could manipulate magic so skillfully, Shi Man thought to himself, "What terrifying magic control! He can control those thunder dragons in an instant!"

Pan Chengfeng looked at the gloomy-faced Shi Man and asked, "Are you sure you want to pay?!"

Shi Man nodded with difficulty.

Pan Chengfeng smirked and said, "Alright, alright, stop it!"

Everyone stopped fighting, and Pan Chengfeng waved his hand, causing the thousands of thunder dragons to dissipate.

The Corpse Barbarian's divine sense swept across the battlefield, and his heart bled.

In just a dozen or so breaths, the Corpse Demon Sect has lost more than two thousand cultivators. If the fighting continues, who knows how many more will die.

Shi Man gritted his teeth and said, "Junior Brother Pan, what skill you have!"

Not only has his cultivation level improved, but the power of his spells has also increased. I admit defeat! Give it to him!

Upon hearing the young master's order, the half-step Integration Realm cultivator glanced at Pan Chengfeng with some trepidation.

Then, with a pained expression, he took out a storage ring and tossed it to Pan Chengfeng, saying, "Take it!!"

Pan Chengfeng accepted the ring with a smile, then frowned and said, "That's not right! How come it's only this much?!"

Corpse Barbarian's face twisted as he said, "Isn't this 10,000 plants? Where's the mistake!" His saliva almost sprayed onto Pan Chengfeng's face.

Pan Chengfeng dodged away disdainfully, then said casually, "That was the price before the harvest. It's different now; it'll cost 50,000 plants."

"Don't go too far! Are you really forcing me to fight to the death!" Shi Man's voice was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

Pan Chengfeng sneered, "Come on if you're not satisfied. If you want me to stop next time, the price won't be the same!"

Shi Man was filled with murderous aura. He wanted to fight Pan Chengfeng, but he dared not gamble, as he was not alone.

Behind him are more than nine thousand elites from the Corpse King Sect. To cultivate these people, it would take far more than fifty thousand ten-thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, more than five hundred thousand!

Give it to him!!!

Shi Man managed to squeeze out those two words with great difficulty.

This is a disgrace, a tremendous disgrace.

He must find it if he has the chance, otherwise he may not be able to advance to the Fusion stage.

Pan Chengfeng accepted another ring, and after confirming the number was correct, he stepped forward and patted Shi Man on the shoulder, saying, "Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier? It's such a hassle to maintain harmony."

After saying that, Pan Chengfeng whispered in Shi Man's ear, "Blame the Purple Gold Mansion for stealing my Demon-Companion Grass. I had no choice but to come and get my revenge on you."

Corpse Barbarian's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he thought to himself, "Nangong Tian! I didn't help you fight for the Demon Companion Grass, and you're sending this brat to humiliate me?! Very well!!"

Shi Man couldn't believe that Nangong Tian hadn't thought of this. He had left with several major sects, leaving the Corpse Demon Sect behind just to see him make a fool of himself!

Having obtained the precious medicine and further soured the eyes of the Purple Gold Mansion, Pan Chengfeng was in a good mood and said, "Alright, everyone line up. Fellow Daoists of the Corpse Demon Sect, you may leave now."