Trash Place

"No way!"

"Two-thirds of the territory? Then the Nine Realms wouldn't even be the Nine Realms anymore," Elder Zhen said with a grim expression.

"You'll change your minds."

Bai Jun smiled faintly, the Nine Realms Compendium in his hand turning to ashes. With a wave of his hand, a powerful force surged forth.

Elder Zhen and the others on the spirit boat immediately felt an irresistible force pushing them off the vessel.

After landing, a voice echoed in their minds.

"I'll be waiting for you to come find me next time!"

The voice was filled with overwhelming confidence.

"Damn it!"

Chen Xian and the others had dark expressions, their fists clenched tightly, their faces filled with unwillingness.

"Elder Zhen, what should we do now?"

Xiong Tian couldn't help but ask.

"Let's return to the alliance headquarters first," Elder Zhen said, looking utterly exhausted as he led the group away, their spirits broken...

Dark Shadow Island.

Yi Feng, who was active at night and dormant during the day, had no interest in dealing with anything else.

In the courtyard.

A jar of medicinal wine sat on the windowsill, completely ignored.

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Four.

Four heads peeked out from the crack in the door.

"Ba-ba-ba-ba..."

Inside the wine jar, a skull's jaw moved up and down, clearly excited.

Seeing this, the four troublemakers quietly slipped inside.

"Shh!"

The dog raised a paw, signaling to the others with a glance.

The rest nodded and followed the dog to the side of the wine jar.

"What do we do, Dog Bro?"

Night Wind Centipede whispered.

"We need to figure out how to get Bro out of the wine jar!" the dog said with a serious expression.

"But how?"

Night Wind Centipede couldn't help but ask.

"How about we smash the jar?" milk suggested naively.

"Smash your sister!"

The dog jumped up and gave milk a sharp knock on the head.

"What are you thinking? This is a jar our master made himself. If you break it, do you have a death wish?"

"Besides, could you even break it?"

The dog scolded.

"Bro, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" milk scratched his head, laughing awkwardly.

"Alright, alright. There's no way we can pull Bro out right under the master's nose. The only option is to take the whole jar and sneak away with it."

The dog whispered, using both paws to lift the jar. Standing on his hind legs, he tiptoed out of the courtyard.

"Let's go, hurry!"

Once outside, the four of them bolted.

"Where to, Dog Bro?"

Spirit King, scouting ahead, called out.

"Doesn't matter where, just get as far away as possible first."

"Got it."

The group flew off, not even knowing how far they'd gone, until they arrived at a desolate wasteland.

"This place is good. Let's stop here."

The dog quickly called out, then set the jar down. The four of them gathered around, brainstorming.

"I'll try to pull him out."

The dog gritted his teeth, reaching his paw into the jar and trying to lift the skull out.

But the skull was just the right size to fit the jar's opening. With the dog's paws in the way, it was impossible to pull it out.

After much effort, the dog gave up, sweating profusely.

"Bro, there's only one way now," Night Wind Centipede said. "We have to pour out the master's wine first, then we can tip the jar to get Bro out."

"Great idea!"

The dog snapped his fingers, and the group got to work, pouring out the wine.

Soon, the air around the wasteland was filled with the rich aroma of alcohol.

"Hmph, this dump has nothing interesting at all."

Not far away, Zhao Gu casually killed two passing cultivators before flying off, his face filled with impatience.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered.

A strong scent of wine reached his nose.