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

Chen Xuan slowly raised his head, his gaze as sharp as an incomparably sharp sword, and said without sorrow or joy, "We should never have crossed paths, let alone have any enmity, so why are you targeting us, master and servant?"

"That's right, we've never offended you!" Bai Li, hiding behind Chen Xuan, poked her head out and chimed in angrily when she heard her master questioning her like that.

"Don't know him? No enmity?" The cold-faced man was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then burst into unrestrained laughter. "Take a look at him, and you'll understand."

After he finished speaking, an old man wearing a straw hat stepped forward from beside the man, and slowly removed his hat and veil.

Bai Li's face immediately turned bright red with anger, like a ripe apple. "You old bastard! My master kindly invited you to drink immortal wine, and you actually conspired with others to scheme against us!"

Bai Li was furious, and her words were as sharp as arrows.

Upon hearing these words, everyone present cast disdainful glances at the disheveled old man in the yellow robe.

"Fellow Daoist, how have you been?" The old man in the yellow robe smiled as he looked at Chen Xuan and his servant. "You should blame yourselves for displaying your wealth in public. The world of cultivators is cruel. Who told you to be so weak yet possess such considerable wealth?"

As Chen Xuan watched the smug old man in the yellow robe speak, his eyes slowly turned cold and icy.

"Listen to me, hand over all your possessions willingly, and out of consideration for our past relationship, perhaps I can put in a good word for you? That way, you won't end up with the tragic fate of falling into the Sea of ​​Death."

"You traitorous old bastard!"

"You wretched bastard, you're going to hell!"

"You bastard, if I manage to get off the ship alive, I will wipe out your entire family in the future."

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm saw the ugly face of the disheveled old man in the yellow robe. Some rogue cultivators who had had similar experiences were even more furious and began to curse and swear.

Despite being mocked and cursed by everyone, the old man in the yellow robe didn't care at all. He just smiled and looked at Chen Xuan and his servant, saying, "Time is running out. If you don't take the initiative now, you'll miss your chance, fellow Daoist."

"Oh?"

Chen Xuan smiled lightly, and strolled leisurely out of the crowd with Bai Li in his hand, facing a group of cultivators at the Myriad Manifestations Realm in front of them.

“Time is indeed running out.” Chen Xuan ignored the disciples of the Sky-Supporting Sword Sect and the disheveled old man in yellow robes, and instead looked at the old man in the jade gourd who was surrounded by the crowd, and asked, “Senior, do you know how much more blood essence is needed to feed that ancient corpse?”

Chen Xuan looked calmly at the old man with the jade gourd, his tone as still as water.

"How dare you ignore us?!"

"You think you're so great just because you have a Myriad Manifestations Realm spirit beast? You think you can kill him all at once?"

……

"Young friend, I truly know nothing about this matter. I have only heard rumors about the corpses lurking in the Dead Sea. I apologize." The old man with the jade gourd looked at Chen Xuan, and the trace of guilt in his eyes vanished instantly.

Faced with life and death, no bottom line or face matters anymore. Moreover, Chen Xuan was merely a cultivator in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and had no means to threaten him.

"Very well, then let them all die."

Chen Xuan used his divine sense to discover that the Demon Palace Saintess's corpse was already dozens of meters away from the sunken wooden ship. If they didn't make a move soon, they would all die.

"furious!"

Upon hearing Chen Xuan's words, the old man with the jade gourd's last trace of guilt vanished. In the face of life and death, no bottom line or face mattered anymore. Moreover, Chen Xuan was merely a cultivator in the early stage of the First Realm of the Heavenly Mansion, and had no means to threaten him.

"Take action!"

Since reconciliation was no longer possible, Chen Xuan first gave the old man with the jade gourd a cold look, and then turned to look at the disheveled old man in the yellow robe at the front.

"die."

In a swift motion, a sword-like finger pinched the tip of his right hand.

With a single step, before his foot even touched the ground, Chen Xuan appeared beside the disheveled old man in the yellow robe as if by magic.