System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

As she spoke, the female cultivator suddenly pulled her arm away, and a powerful force was instantly released into the gloomy man's body.

With a loud "bang," his body instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded, dissipating into the bloody air.

"I, Die Xue, swear by the Heavenly Dao that in my lifetime I will never reveal a single thing about what happens in this small world. Heaven and earth bear witness. If I dare to break this oath, may I die and be destroyed, never to be reincarnated again." After this female cultivator named Die Xue made her vow, the fluctuations of the Heavenly Dao directly enveloped her.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in them, and said to Die Xue, "Put down your personal magic weapon and divine ore source stone, and leave."

Upon hearing this, Die Xue was overjoyed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. After bowing, he immediately left the three storage magic treasures behind and then transformed into a streak of light, quickly fleeing into the distance.

"Junior brother, are you really going to let her go like this?" Wang Kaixuan frowned slightly, a hint of worry in his eyes, and gently reminded him.

"Brother-in-law, since we're already mortal enemies, why not eliminate the threat completely?" Ziyu asked, her face full of doubt and concern for Chen Xuan's decision.

Upon hearing Ziyu's address to Chen Xuan, Zhanxin frowned inwardly, a strange look flashing in her eyes. However, she wasn't the type to gossip, so she didn't ask Ziyu anything via telepathy.

"Hmph, the Great Dao is ruthless, but the Heavenly Dao will always leave a sliver of hope. Let's put this matter behind us and let it go." Chen Xuan slightly raised his head, gazing into the distance, his heart filled with countless emotions, as if he were conversing with the heavens and earth.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xuan waved his hand, and with a series of "whoosh" sounds, forty-three storage magic treasures of various kinds and more than a hundred earth-rank divine weapons all rushed towards Chen Xuan.

A smug smile appeared on his face as he swiftly and effortlessly amassed these magical treasures and divine weapons.

"If you hadn't all driven yourselves to this dead end, I, Chen Xuan, would never have bothered to do such a thing." After putting away the numerous storage treasures and divine weapons, Chen Xuan felt a mix of emotions, including contempt for the greed of these people and regret for his own helpless actions.

He turned to his senior brothers and the others and said, "The time to deliver the divine ore source stones is approaching. Have you all gathered enough source stones?"

"Hehe, with my brother-in-law's divine ore knife and armor, the two of us have already collected enough." Ziyu said with a smile, her eyes narrowed into slits.

Zhan Xin nodded slightly, a hint of confidence flashing in his eyes.

“In that case, you are free to do as you please.” Chen Xuan nodded, a hint of fatigue and relaxation in his eyes. “My senior brother and I plan to return the day after tomorrow.”

"Nearly fifty cultivators who participated in the assessment have died. This matter cannot be taken lightly." Wang Kaixuan said with a solemn expression and furrowed brows.

Zhanxin nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with worry: "You all go back first. I've already been seen by many people, so I'll be the last one to go to the Godslayer Guard branch."

Chen Xuan nodded, and then the group rushed into the mine pit not far away in perfect unison.

Over the next three days, the group flew towards the God-Slaying Guard's branch in two separate batches.

"Brother-in-law, after you join the Godslayer Guard, will you go back to the sect?" The first group to leave the mine were Chen Xuan and his three companions. Along the way, Zi Yu followed closely behind Chen Xuan like a little tail, her eyes full of curiosity and dependence, constantly asking questions.

"I don't know yet. I'll decide after I join the Godslayer Guard," Chen Xuan said slowly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Soon, as the appointed time approached, Chen Xuan and his group encountered other cultivator teams along the way. These individuals were weaker, many of them pale and anxious, clearly indicating they hadn't gathered enough divine ore source stones to join the God-Slaying Guard.

Chen Xuan had killed so many cultivators, and their storage treasures were all in his hands. Naturally, he had also accumulated a massive amount of divine ore and source stones. However, Chen Xuan would not take them out for trade at this time.

He pondered to himself, not to mention whether these cultivators could produce the original liquid that tempted him, if the news leaked, he might expose the massacre because of this, and then he would surely fall into an abyss of no return.

After two days of flying, the four finally traversed 50,000 to 60,000 miles and returned to the Tushenwei branch's base.

After Chen Xuan and the others entered the formation, they saw that only a small number of people, about a dozen, had returned to their branch points.

“Strange, at this time of year, most of the teams participating in the assessment should have returned by now, so why is it like this time…” The bald, armored man guarding the God-Slaying Guard branch of this small world looked puzzled, his brows furrowed into a “川” shape, as he gazed at the outside of the great formation.

"I have a bad feeling." The alluring woman's expression turned solemn. With a flick of her wrist, she produced something resembling an array plate. As a surge of spiritual energy entered, the number of stars still twinkling on the star map dwindled to less than forty.

"How is this possible?" The alluring woman was shocked, her eyes widening in disbelief. She immediately handed the astrolabe to the bald, armored man beside her, saying, "How could so many have been lost?"

"Sixty-two people?" The bald, armored man was also so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, his face full of disbelief. "Have the cultivators in this year's assessment become this weak?"