1473 Nine Yao Divine Tears

A large group of top Luosha cultivators gathered at a castle made from piled rock in the middle of the forest. Fourth and third marquises were everywhere, patrolling in the castle.

There was an extremely complicated formation in the center of the castle. It was more than 300 meters in diameter.

The Luosha Princess stood in the formation. She was studying the runes and was very focused. Her beautiful face looked translucent under the reflection of the formation's glow.

Yang Qi crossed his arms over his chest. He stood on the side of the formation and looked at her quietly, feeling impressed. No wonder the princess is the top genius of the Luosha Race. Not only is her fighting undefeatable, she's also comparable to those masters in the field of formations.

Even with Yang Qi's cultivation, he'd still suffered when he accidentally entered this ancient formation. But the princess stepped in easily and was studying it, seemingly wanting to set it up again.

The Luosha Princess smiled. "This formation is quite similar to the area deep within the Phoenix Nest. If I can decode it, I might be able to break through the enchantment."

"Your Highness has already gone past the 99 mountains to the Phoenix Nest?" Yang Qi asked.

"Indeed."

Yang Qi was stunned. "Not even the strongest of the Shatuo Seven Fields have crossed the last 33 saint mountains and yet you could come and go as you please. I am so impressed."

The Luosha Princess stared at the formation while her lips curled up. "None of us are fools, so why are you praising me so purposefully? It won't be hard for you to enter the last 33 mountains either."

Yang Qi chuckled. He wanted to continue speaking but suddenly sensed something. He gazed toward the entrance of the castle.

Lord Lingquan walked in with nine first marquises.

What shocked Yang Qi was that they were all more or less injured.

Among them, Marquise Xianling was the most injured and had already fainted.

Yang Qi was Lord Lingquan's competitor, so he knew how strong the lord was. This was his first time seeing him in such a state of loss.

"Lingquan, how come you look so miserable? Did you get attacked by the seven worlds?" Yang Qi grinned.

Lord Lingquan glared at him and scoffed. He bowed at Luosha Princess and gritted out, "Your Majesty, please let me lead the Luosha army and kill the Saints of the Shatuo Seven Fields."

The Luosha Princess walked out of the formation. Looking at them, she was surprised too. "Marquis Fengxing couldn't come back with you. It seems like you suffered quite a big loss. Tell me. Who did you meet that could make the famous Lord Lingquan lose like this?"

Gritting his teeth, Lord Lingquan was furious. "Marquis Fengxing was killed by that priest of the Guanghan Field. This is blood rivalry. I hope Your Majesty will give me the chance to take revenge."

"Zhang Ruochen."

The Luosha Princess was taken aback, but then a smile appeared on her pretty face again.

"Zhang Ruochen is indeed strong, but his cultivation hasn't risen yet. He's still only a True Saint. There's no way he could be your match. How come you still lost so badly?"

"Zhang Ruochen by himself can't defeat me," Lord Lingquan said. "But this time, a strange thing happened. Another powerful figure appeared, or maybe…nine…"

"Is it one or nine?" Yang Qi asked.

Then Lord Lingquan described how the Nine Heavenly Maidens turned into one. He didn't leave out any details.

He knew that the princess had read many books and knew everything. He didn't understand, but the princess might be able to guess the reason.

After hearing Lord Lingquan's description, the Luosha Princess' expression grew serious. She sank into deep thought. Half a beat later, she finally murmured to herself, "Could it be the legendary Nine Yao Divine Tear?"

"What's that?" Lord Lingquan asked in confusion.

"This has something to do with a super figure," the Luosha Princess said. "However, that figure died in the god battle 100,000 years ago."

Yang Qing's features twitched. "Your Majesty, are you speaking of the Nine Yao God?"

"How can it be?"

Lord Lingquan was frightened. Even after 100,000 years, the Nine Yao God's name was still known throughout the Hell World. Even a Luosha lord would feel fear at hearing his name.

Some figures still terrorized the world even in death.

The Luosha Princess nodded softly. "The "Nine Yao" point to nine types of extreme power: yang or the sun, yin or the moon, the Luohou, the Jidu, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Luohou represents destruction. Jidu represents wisdom. The Nine Yao God is the only one in the entire universe who cultivated all nine powers to the extreme. He was also the controller of a world's Saintly Way 100,000 years ago.

"In legends, when the Nine Yao God died, all his divine power exploded. It destroyed a mass of stars. Only nine teardrops flowed out. They transformed into nine meteorites and landed in Kunlun's Field.

"There are many legends about the Nine Yao Divine Tears. Some say that it's the essence of the Nine Yao God's power. Others say that his tears contained a vast knowledge inheritance. Even others say that it doesn't exist at all. It's just a story that people made up because they were unwilling to believe that the Nine Yao God had died.

"Based off of what Lord Lingquan said, the Nine Heavenly Maidens have different physiques, but are quite similar to the nine powers of the Nine Yao God."

Yang Qi's eyes sharpened. "If they really inherited the nine powers, then they aren't any less threatening than Zhang Ruochen. We must kill them early on."

The Luosha Princess touched her pointy chin with a slender finger. "After I finish studying this ancient formation, I'll go meet them personally. If they really inherited the Nine Yao God's power, then I can capture them and make the Nine Yao Divine Tears again."

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Mad Man was a 300-year-old strong cultivator from the Eight Ministry Field. He was already at the half-step Saint King Realm. He was definitely a top figure of the Saints Merits Battle.

In past half month, Mad Man had been walking through the forest, hunting Luosha marquises. He'd collected a lot of blood and souls.

Of course, he wouldn't be merciful toward Saints of other words either. He would also rob them.

Right now, he stole all the Luosha blood and souls from a dozen Great Devil Ten Square Field Saints. However, Mad Man didn't kill them. He spared their lives.

First, Mad Man was very confident in his abilities. He didn't fear their revenge.

Second, he thought that the Eight Ministry Field and Great Devil Ten Square Field were only competitors, not enemies. Since they were competitors, he only had to steal what he needed. There was no need to kill them.

This group of Great Devil Ten Square Field Saints have collected a lot of Luosha blood and souls. I can exchange them for at least 250,000 merits.

Holding the storage bag, Mad Man smiled in satisfaction.

Suddenly, his smile froze. He quickly grabbed the metal rod hanging from his waist and struck backward.

There was no one behind him.

However, when he struck with the rod, the space trembled. Rings of ripples spread out.

"As expected of the top five figures of the Tianmu Field. You're very perceptive." A woman's laugh rang out.

However, she changed her location quickly. Even with Mad Man's cultivation, it was still difficult to track her. He could only be on guard.

Not panicking, Mad Man asked, "What field are you from? Are you purposely testing me?'

"No one would try to test you." The woman's voice rang out again. "I'm here to steal the Luosha blood and souls from you."

Her voice was sometimes near, sometimes far.

Mad Man couldn't help but laugh. "Someone dares to steal from me? You really think I won't kill?"

Han Qiu walked out of the void and landed before Mad Man. "My sect leader has been watching you for a long time and thinks you're not bad. He decided to steal from you once."

Mad Man scoffed. "Who's your sect leader? The one who can steal from me hasn't been born yet."

"I suggest you cooperate. Then, you might keep your life." A cold voice sounded behind Mad Man.

Holding a rusted sword, Le stepped on bloodied leaves and walked until he was within 100 feet of Mad Man.

One hundred feet was the distance where he could kill with one strike.

Mad Man sensed a dangerous aura on Le. "Who exactly is your sect leader?" he asked.

"A good guy, of course," Han Qiu said.

A good guy steals from others? Mad Man cursed inwardly. Then he activated his Holy Qi and sneakily poured it into his metal rod. Tadpole-shaped golden patterns emerged on the rod.

Whoosh!

The surrounding space trembled furiously. It was like the world was shattering.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared out of thin air beside Mad Man. He was less than three feet away. Reaching out, he pressed onto Mad Man's shoulder. "I only steal Luosha blood and souls. I don't kill. Of course, if you attack me, I'll definitely fight back. If something goes wrong and you die here, then I can only say sorry."

Zhang Ruochen slapped Mad Man's shoulder. He used horrible inner strength to make Mad Man lose feeling in his arm.

Mad Man recognized Zhang Ruochen. It was the priest from the Guanghan Field—the shameless guy who liked to take advantage of others' troubles.

Earlier, if he wasn't focused on Le and Han Qiu, he wouldn't have dislocated his arm even if Zhang Ruochen used spatial power.

It was a ploy.

It was a ploy from the start.

Mad Man had witnessed Zhang Ruochen's cruelty. He didn't dare to gamble his life, so he chuckled wryly. "What do you mean you'll only steal once?"

Han Qiu smiled, showing her white teeth. "It means that we're friends after this time. We won't steal from you again. You can even come with us to steal from other people. Don't you think you're lucky to have met us?"