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Zhai Fengshan's lair was hidden in a desolate area. For dozens of miles, apart from the moss growing on the rocks, there was no living creature. The sand and stones on the ground were sticky and disgusting to walk on.

Chen An hovered in the air, allowing Zhai Fengshan to open the cellar door. He then flew down, finding himself surrounded by complete darkness.

Fifty meters later, several guards dressed in black robes appeared. They held long spears, looked exhausted, but stood ramrod straight. Upon hearing the sound, they trembled at first before making a threatening gesture.

Zhai Fengshan quickly stepped forward and stood in front of Chen An.

When the guard saw him, he quickly put the gun on the ground with one hand, bowed, and then knelt and retreated to the wall.

Chen An let out a long breath. This place was clearly an underground hell. The guards' reactions all indicated that they had suffered inhuman torture. Then, with a livid face, he said, "You, lead the way."

Zhai Fengshan felt a pang of panic. He bowed respectfully and continued walking forward, thinking to himself that he was at least a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, a useful person, and wouldn't be killed.

After passing by hundreds of guards, the spiritual energy ahead became abundant.

The spiritual energy here is not naturally formed; it is mixed with a strong medicinal fragrance, so strong that it is almost pungent.

Zhai Fengshan arrived at the wooden door, waved to the left and right, and dozens of guards bowed and knelt down to retreat.

Pushing open the half-meter-high wooden door, the creaking sound stimulated Chen An's nerves, and he mustered his courage to go inside.

Hundreds of pharmacists were simultaneously refining pills, their eyes as still as a pool of water. Their limbs and necks were all chained, and whenever they tried to move, the clanging of the chains could be heard. Everyone was barefoot in the mud, constantly repeating the same operation.

"Is this the place you were talking about?" Chen An asked patiently, trying his best to control his temper.

Zhai Fengshan nodded, noticing Chen An's displeasure, and knelt down with a thud: "I won't do it again, I really won't."

After kicking the bastard to the ground, Chen An pressed, "How many more places like this do you have?"

"This one, just this one, that's all, really none left, please let me go, please let me go."

His hands, smeared with mud, gripped Chen An's robe. His eyes were filled with fear, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Chen An summoned two men in black iron armor, who dragged Zhai Fengshan away by five or six meters. Then, he snapped his fingers, wiped the mud off his body, and calmly said, "Die."

When Zhai Fengshan heard those two words, his soul was imprisoned. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, palms facing his shoulders, and sat down cross-legged with his head down. As he began to circulate his cultivation technique, his cultivation began to dissipate.

Before long, he looked like an old man in his seventies, his hair began to turn white, and his teeth fell out one by one, until his body turned to dust.

Chen An used magic to amplify his voice, ensuring everyone could hear: "Stop! Zhai Fengshan is dead."

The alchemist blinked numbly and continued refining pills, unmoved by her actions. Even the guards who had witnessed Zhai Fengshan's death remained standing, continuing their duties, patrolling back and forth to ensure no alchemist slacked off.

No one paid any attention to him, so Chen An raised his voice: "Zhai Fengshan is dead. I killed him. From today onwards, you will all listen to me."

Just like before, no one paid any attention to Chen An.

This tactic wouldn't work, and leaving these people here wasn't a solution either. Chen An was determined to make the most of everything. He touched the dragon bone hanging around his neck and took in all the guards and alchemists.

Fu Gui bristled and rushed out, stopping beside the guard. After sniffing carefully, he ran away in terror and hid behind a rock. The tank's massive body, arriving late, immediately caused a commotion.

The guards lined up, determined to take down the tank.

The spear struck the tank, but instead of causing any damage, it broke.

The guards, now unarmed, felt a sense of relief. Looking at the Flying Fish Crocodile and the Otherworldly Tanuki, who were clearly stronger than themselves, they felt they were finally free.

But Fu Gui had no intention of killing them. Neither did Fu Gui nor Tank. The two of them walked over to the alchemist and began to take pills one by one.

Chen An only prepared to return home after the farce was over.

After leaving the cave, Chen An left two black iron armored men to guard the place before heading to Pingnan City.

In the world of cultivators, time always flies by, and a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Chen An boarded a spaceship and quickly arrived above Baoyuan Pavilion. The place was much more bustling than before Chen An left. She switched to flying on her sword and went to the City Lord's Mansion first.

At this moment, Wei Danian was hesitating whether or not to go to Feng Shouyuan to ask for that 10% of the profits. She had sent someone to Zhaoning Sect a long time ago, but learned that Chen An had not returned yet, so she had no choice but to give up.

"Reporting, Chen An requests an audience."

Wei Danian stood up, quickly stepped past the person leading the way, and rushed to Chen An. "You've arrived. Please come in."

Chen An waved his hand: "Here are five thousand high-grade spirit stones. How about using them to pay one-tenth of the cost for three years?"

Wei Danian immediately agreed: "Okay, but even if our business deal falls through, our friendship can't be." She had thought too simply before. Getting on the good side of Zhaoning Sect was no easy task. Although Chen An was a direct disciple, just think about it carefully, how many direct disciples did Zhaoning Sect have?

Chen An guessed that he would definitely agree. Five thousand high-grade spirit stones would be enough for her to repair half of Pingnan City. "Okay, I just hope that even after I leave the Zhaoning Sect, you will still respect me."

"Leave the Zhaoning Sect identity?" Wei Danian was slightly taken aback, but immediately understood. After weighing the options for a long time and realizing that Chen An had made breakthroughs in just one year, he agreed: "From the very beginning, I have been befriending you as my younger sister."

The two drank and chatted happily until Wei Danian got drunk, at which point Chen An left.

Standing in front of Baoyuan Pavilion again, the small building had changed dramatically, even more luxurious than Wanbaozhai, which had bullied Feng Shouyuan.

Stone lions climb in front of the golden stone pillars, the building has become four stories, the area has expanded dozens of times, and every piece of wood is made of the finest materials.

Following the guests inside, each floor had five or six waiters bustling about, offering a wide variety of pills and medicinal herbs at reasonable prices.

Feng Mingli put away the account book and hurriedly walked towards Chen An, tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn't let them fall.

Hearing someone about to kneel before him, Chen An quickly caught him. Feng Shouyuan said gratefully, "My benefactor, you've finally come."

Chen An frowned slightly: "Is someone bullying you?"

Feng Mingli arrived just then. She helped her grandfather up and explained, "No, Grandpa missed you so much."

Chen An smiled and patted her head: "You've grown taller."

Feng Mingli smiled and said, "You've grown taller too."

Chen An was slightly taken aback. He had only recently turned seventeen and should indeed be growing taller.