The Overbearing Glazed Sacred Land

Saying this, he raised his foot and stomped heavily on the ground near the cave entrance!

Boom!

A thick and majestic surge of spiritual energy penetrated the earth. The soil and rocks around the cave entrance seemed to come alive.

They rapidly squirmed and stacked together, tightly sealing the gap in the blink of an eye. From the outside, it blended seamlessly with the surrounding cliff face, leaving no flaws whatsoever.

As if this wasn't enough, he stretched out two fingers as thick as carrots and swiftly drew several ancient and profound runes in the air toward the sealed cave area.

The runes flashed and vanished, merging into the rocks. An extremely faint yet exceptionally tough concealing fluctuation quietly spread out, completely isolating the aura around the cave entrance.

"Hmm, that should do it! Unless a Saint specifically comes searching, no one will discover this fat kid hiding here. Kid, you're on your own! Dig yourself out when you wake up!"

Shi Wanshan nodded in satisfaction at his masterpiece. Lingering no more, his figure blurred, transforming into a dense, earthy-yellow streak of light. Shouldering tonight's incredibly bountiful harvest, he soared into the sky in a joyous mood, vanishing over the horizon in an instant as he headed straight toward the Qingxuan Sect's camp.

Left behind in the valley was a scene of total devastation, the wailing members of the Wanfa Pavilion who were gradually waking up, and that pitiful fat guy deeply buried within the mountain belly, completely oblivious to everything and likely still calculating his lost spirit stones in his dreams.

...

Meanwhile, just as Shi Wanshan was enthusiastically rummaging through Fatty Wang's collection and lifting the moon-white Daoist robe stripped from the Glazed Sacred Land's quasi-saint child, Xue Wuhen, admiring its exquisite embroidery under the moonlight...

Dozens of miles away, a sinister-looking old man dressed in the attire of the Glazed Sacred Land hovered in the air. In his hand, he held an ancient Tracing Light Mirror.

The old man was Master Yuji, an elder of the Glazed Sacred Land with a cultivation at the mid-stage of the King Realm. He had come under strict orders specifically to hunt down the madman who had humiliated the quasi-saint child and to retrieve the Seven-Star Secret Token.

Suddenly, an almost imperceptible streak of light flashed rapidly across the surface of the Tracing Light Mirror, pointing toward the southeast!

Master Yuji's tightly shut eyes snapped open, a brilliant cold light bursting from them!

"It's the fluctuation of the Glazed Soul Mark! I can't be wrong! It's the hidden tracking mark planted on Martial Nephew Xue's personal Dharma robe!"

This soul mark was a hidden countermeasure used to lock onto enemies when core members of the Sacred Land encountered misfortune.

Unless the Dharma robe was completely destroyed or continuously isolated by overwhelmingly powerful magic, it would be sensed by the Tracing Light Mirror within a certain range once exposed.

"What a little thief! He has finally exposed himself! Chase!"

Master Yuji shouted in a low voice, his figure transforming into a cyan rainbow that tore through the air.

Behind him, four Sacred Land law enforcement elders with Heaven Realm cultivation immediately pushed their movement techniques to the limit, following closely with chilling killing intent.

However, when they arrived at top speed at the valley filled with chaotic spiritual energy and devastation, Master Yuji's face instantly darkened like stagnant water.

"The mark's fluctuation... has disappeared again?!"

The light on the Tracing Light Mirror rapidly dimmed, its pointer swinging weakly.

"How is this possible? It clearly flashed here just a moment ago!"

Just as Master Yuji's powerful divine sense swept through every inch of the valley like an invisible net, finding nothing and leaving him in a state of shock and uncertainty—

"Cough... cough cough..."

"My back! The spirit vein! Who did this?!"

A burst of painful groans and furious roars echoed from nearby.

The members of the Wanfa Pavilion, who had been knocked unconscious and robbed by Shi Wanshan, were now waking up one after another.

They felt dizzy, the spiritual energy in their bodies sluggish. Once they saw clearly that they had been practically stripped bare and that their sect's supreme treasure, the earth vein, had vanished into thin air, their eyes practically popped out of their sockets in pure rage.

As soon as they opened their eyes, they saw the five cold-faced individuals led by Master Yuji standing not far away, exuding tyrannical auras. Especially upon sensing that unfathomable King Realm pressure, their hearts trembled violently.

The leading gray-clothed elder of the Wanfa Pavilion, at the late stage of the Heaven Realm, forcefully suppressed his injuries and angrily pointed at Master Yuji: "To think that Your Excellency would launch a sneak attack from the shadows, stealing our sect's spirit vein and robbing our magical treasures! Just who are you people to commit such despicable acts!"

He subconsciously assumed the strangers present at the scene were the culprits.

Master Yuji was already irritated from losing his target. Hearing this, his anger burned even hotter, and his King Realm pressure crashed down like a massive glacier.

"Insolent! I am Master Yuji of the Glazed Sacred Land! What kind of nobodies are you to dare slander me with accusations of sneak attacks?"

His gaze was like a blade, sweeping over the wretched Wanfa Pavilion members, his voice bone-chillingly cold.

"I have no time to waste words with you! Hand over that audacious fat little thief who humiliated our Sacred Land's quasi-saint child immediately! Otherwise, do not blame me for treating you as accomplices and wiping you out together!"

In Master Yuji's eyes, the little thief's aura had disappeared here, and the Wanfa Pavilion people just happened to be present. Even if they weren't in cahoots, they were definitely involved!

"Glazed Sacred Land?"

The Wanfa Pavilion elder's heart skipped a beat, but the anger and humiliation of losing his sect's heavy treasure made it impossible for him to back down.

"What little thief? We know nothing of this! Do not spit venom at us, Your Excellency! It is clearly you who..."

"Stubborn fools!" Master Yuji completely lost his patience, only wanting to end the battle quickly and find clues.

He casually flicked his sleeve, and a tremendous, mountain-toppling force surged out.

"Bang!"

The Wanfa Pavilion elder was already injured; how could he block it?

He was instantly sent flying backwards like a kite with a snapped string, smashing through a pile of rocks. He sprayed blood wildly, his aura instantly withering to the extreme.

"Elder!"

"Fight them to the death!"

The remaining Wanfa Pavilion disciples were both shocked and furious, but they dared not speak out. The other party was the Glazed Sacred Land, and they had a King Realm expert holding down the fort!

The four law enforcement disciples behind Master Yuji had already formed a battle formation, their killing intent locking onto the Wanfa Pavilion members.

Master Yuji's tone was grim as he issued his final ultimatum: "Within three breaths, if you do not hand over the little thief or provide his whereabouts, I will leave no one alive here!"

At this moment, the members of the Wanfa Pavilion had mixed feelings, feeling so stifled and wronged that they were about to cough up blood.

The heavily injured gray-clothed elder lay paralyzed on the ground, roaring madly in his heart: "Heavens kill me! Just which bastard ambushed us? Not only did they steal the spirit vein, but they also stripped us down to our underwear!

Now look at this, the Glazed Sacred Land pops out of nowhere, demanding we hand someone over? We haven't even seen a fat mouse!"

A thought uncontrollably popped up: Could it be... they were the ones who stole the spirit vein, and now they want to shift the blame, finding an excuse to silence us?!

He only felt a foul breath stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down. He wished he could howl at the sky, yet he didn't dare truly anger the god of death standing before him.

Forcing a breath, he hissed, "Senior Master Yuji! We... we truly have never seen any fat little thief!

We came here to collect that spirit vein, only to be ambushed by someone. We were unconscious until just now! Please see clearly, Senior!"

His voice carried a desperate tremble as he attempted to make one last explanation.

At the same time, he quietly crushed a communication jade talisman hidden in his sleeve, crying out anxiously in his heart: Pavilion Master! Come quickly! Master Yuji of the Glazed Sacred Land is here, trumping up charges against us. We are in grave danger!

The rest of the disciples from the Myriad Arts Pavilion were ashen-faced, trembling uncontrollably.

Facing a behemoth like the Glazed Holy Land and the overwhelming pressure of a King Realm expert, they could not even muster a single thought of resistance. They could only watch in horror as their own elder pleaded bitterly, their hearts filled with profound fear and bewilderment.

Some disciples instinctively looked around, as if hoping to find the so-called little thief to prove their innocence. However, all that greeted them was utter devastation and the icy glares of the people from the Glazed Holy Land.