Divine Power Powder Production Line

"Divine Envoy, why the sudden release of divine intent?"

The peddler's face showed wariness—those in his line of work were always cautious.

Had the other party not been a fellow member of the Demon-Summoning Sect and placed such a large order, he would never have taken them to the hideout.

"Hmph, it's all because your Blood Refining Hall is too well-hidden. I had to go through Lu Zhuang just to get some Divine Power Powder, and now that he's dead, I've wasted so much time."

"My master grew impatient with the delay and used a secret technique to urge me. If this delays our grand plans, see how you'll explain yourselves to the main altar!"

Little Divine Envoy Li snorted coldly, turning the blame back on the peddler.

The peddler shuddered, clearly intimidated. Hesitantly, he asked, "Might I ask... why the sudden need for so much Divine Power Powder?"

"Keh keh..."

Before Li Mo could laugh, Murong Xiao behind him let out a sinister chuckle.

"..."

No one asked you—why the hell are you laughing?

Li Mo had more to say, but the words died in his throat.

Fortunately, the peddler shuddered again, as if recalling something terrible, his face turning pale.

"I won't ask anymore, I won't ask..."

With that, he dragged Lu Zhuang's corpse forward, leading the way.

At the same time, the shadowy aura of the Lunar Wraith behind Li Mo slowly dissipated.

Before long, a dilapidated temple came into view.

"Though Heavenly Venerable-brand instant noodles are everywhere, our Divine Power Powder production is handled with extreme caution. Even the Blood Refining Hall's hideout is located in the middle of nowhere."

"None of our clients even know where our base is."

"This temple used to have decent incense offerings. We slaughtered all the bald donkeys inside, hollowed out the underground, and built our hideout there."

The peddler pointed at the ruined temple ahead.

The temple had clearly been abandoned long ago, its incense offerings long dried up. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating a solemn and dignified Buddha statue.

Creak creak—

"Hm?" The peddler turned back curiously, eyeing Murong Xiao with confusion.

This lord... seemed furious?

"Keh keh keh!" Murong Xiao let out a heavy, eerie laugh.

"He's from the Hundred Beasts Hall—craving some Divine Power Powder."

Li Mo explained smoothly, without a change in expression.

The peddler thought to himself, Just as the rumors say, the Hundred Beasts Hall disciples are a bit unhinged.

"Our Divine Power Powder, infused with Heavenly Venerable sauce, has a very pure taste. Please rest assured, my lord."

As he spoke, the peddler twisted a candlestick on the altar. A rumbling sound followed.

The Buddha statue's sunlit face turned shadowy, its expression now slightly sinister.

Below it, a passageway wide enough for two people to walk side by side appeared.

"After you."

"Mm..."

Li Mo acknowledged, glancing subtly at Zhao Jing, who gave an imperceptible nod.

With Xiao Qin and Huang Donglai in the group, how could this team not be steady?

They had agreed beforehand—once the location was confirmed, Zhao Jing would immediately send word to her master. All they had to do was wait for the arrival of the Divine Constable, and everything would be settled.

Soon, the group descended into the passageway, quickly reaching an expansive underground space.

Dim candlelight illuminated piles of miscellaneous medicinal ingredients, including unsealed Heavenly Venerable-brand instant noodles.

At the center of the space stood several large cauldrons, steaming with a pungent odor as Blood Refining Hall disciples busied themselves around them.

The scene reminded Li Mo of...

A shady, unlicensed workshop?

"Please wait a moment, honored guests. I'll need to refine the Divine Power Powder again."

The peddler carried Lu Zhuang's corpse toward the cauldrons.

Li Mo: "?"

He had been wondering why the peddler had been dragging Lu Zhuang's corpse all this way.

At first, he thought it was for burial—but now, it seemed otherwise...

Lu Zhuang might have once been strong.

But now, in death, he was emaciated. Who could tell that he had once possessed an exceptional martial physique? Though he never made the Hidden Dragon Ranking, he had been a prodigy in body refinement.

Lu Zhuang's corpse was tossed into the cauldron.

This craftsman, unwilling to be outdone and ultimately choosing the crooked path, vanished into the dark crimson flames.

His resentment, his talent—all devoured by the fire.

In the end, only a pile of dark red powder remained, mixed into sauce by the Blood Refining Hall disciples and sealed into Heavenly Venerable-brand instant noodles.

These special noodles would enter the market through certain channels.

Had Lu Zhuang ever imagined, when he first took Divine Power Powder, that one day he would become the very powder he once cherished—packaged into a noodle bag?

Li Mo's temple twitched, his hair practically standing on end.

"..."

Huang Donglai gripped his wrist, silently shaking his head.

A sect branch like this wouldn’t just have third-realm members—there had to be fourth-realm experts, maybe even fifth-realm.

Acting now would be reckless.

"Here you are."

The peddler handed them a bag of Divine Power Powder with a smile.

"The Hundred Beasts Hall's Hundred Beasts Blood Refinement requires Divine Power Powder for cultivation. Please, have a taste."

"Freshly made."

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