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On the way to the Mysterious Kingdom, Yu Feng faced a couple of brushes with death.

Ma Pingfan deliberately “forgot” he was carrying Yu Feng and scratched his head, causing Yu Feng to plummet from the sky.

Unfazed, Yu Feng quickly pulled out his preprepared decoy wings from his Storage Ring and glided through the air. Seeing Yu Feng survive, Ma Pingfan had no choice but to carry him again.

Upon encountering other God-transformation stage cultivators, Ma Pingfan deliberately started fights, hoping the aftermath would kill Yu Feng.

Unfazed once again, Yu Feng took the Spirit Stone he got from Master Tong Chen and gave it to the other cultivator, pleading not to get caught in the crossfire. The cultivator, faced with money, simply stopped fighting.

Ma Pingfan’s next plan was to fly to such a height that Yu Feng would die from suffocation.

Still unbothered, Yu Feng used the Turtle Breath Technique to halt his breath.

Ma Pingfan was speechless. This kid sure has a raft of tricks up his sleeve.

Why couldn’t he just be a good boy and focus on his cultivation? What use are all these gimmicks, could they really save his life? Oh wait, it seemed they actually could.

Jiang Li sneered. Dream on if you think anything short of a Celestial Meteorite-level death ordeal can kill Yu Feng.

Yu Feng secretly thanked his lucky stars that Ma Pingfan couldn’t hear Jiang Li. He shuddered at the thought of what would happen if Ma Pingfan was ever pushed to summon a meteorite.

The monarch of the Mysterious Kingdom hurried back to his kingdom on his Flying Boat. Upon his return, he immediately asked his subordinates, “How many prisoners do we still have in the Heavenly Prison?”

Regret immediately filled him upon asking. What was the point of asking about the prisoners? There were barely over a hundred of them, hardly a significant number.

His subordinates were confused but still reminded him gently, “Your Majesty, you granted amnesty on the occasion of the princess’s wedding last month. All the prisoners, including those on death row, were released.”

Great, now he didn’t even have a hundred people.

The monarch was anxious. From where could he get people? Surely he couldn’t just choose ten thousand people from the royal city and deliver them to their deaths. Losing an eighth of the city’s population would cause unrest and instill fear in people.

“What’s got the monarch so flustered?” A hearty voice echoed from outside the hall. As the monarch looked up in surprise, the source of the voice was already standing in front of him.

The Mysterious Kingdom’s backer— Sect Leader of the Corpse Dog Sect, Lord Fushi, a God-transformation stage cultivator.

“Lord Fushi, save me,” pleaded the monarch, recounting the demands of the Blood River Ancestor to him.

“Seems like the Blood River Ancestor has his sights set on you,” Lord Fushi had heard about the cause of the battle between Blood River Ancestor and the Old Lord of Poison.

Simply put, the Blood River Ancestor was venting his anger on the Mysterious Kingdom.

“Actually, I came here with the intentions of bidding farewell. The Corpse Dog Sect is relocating to the Celestial Dynasty, but I didn’t expect to run into all of this,” Lord Fushi shook his head. Over the years, he had obtained quite a bit from the Mysterious Kingdom. He could help them out on his way out.

“You wouldn’t want people to hold grudges against you, especially at the time of your departure, would you?”

“A capacity of ten thousand ordinary people is equivalent to the size of a city. I suggest you select a city, and surrender its entire population to the Blood River Ancestor.”

“If it doesn’t add up to ten thousand, add a few villages to the total to meet the requirement. If there are more than ten thousand people, don’t subtract any. Give them all!”

“Contribute the groups of people as they are, from the cities, towns, and villages. There shouldn’t be anyone who escapes and spills the beans about this.”

“Afterward, tell everyone that the city was attacked and sacrificed by a demon cultivator.”

“I’ll help you erase the proof.”

After hesitating for a moment, the monarch slowly nodded, considering this a good plan.

“I advise you not to do that,” Ma Pingfan arrived at the palace bringing along Yu Feng and Wu Lian.

“Lord Fushi.”

“Oh, it turns out to be Daoist Ma Pingfan,” Lord Fushi greeted him with a smile.

In truth, he and Ma Pingfan didn’t get along so well, they bore some minor grudges. However, in the Ancient World, who would ever reveal their true intentions outwardly?

Lord Fushi, as the protector of the Mysterious Kingdom, was treated as a righteous character, and as such, naturally opposed to demon cultivators like Ma Pingfan.

The standard for righteousness in the Ancient World was relatively low. For instance, the Arhat, who preached freedom to kill or save people at will, qualified as righteous.

As long as you didn’t advocate wanton killing, you were considered to be on the path of righteousness.

Even the assassin organization Deathbell Tower, which took money to kill people, was included because what they wanted was money, not killing, which also counted as righteousness.

Seeing such a lenient standard for righteousness versus wickedness, Jiang Li truly appreciated it.

“Flexible standards for righteousness.”

Ma Pingfan also didn’t particularly fancy Lord Fushi. He thought of himself as a true villain, and Lord Fushi as a pretentious good guy.

“May I know what you mean by that, Daoist Ma Pingfan?” Lord Fushi knew Ma Pingfan was a branded disciple of the Blood River Ancestor, and his arrival here couldn’t be a coincidence.

“People in the cities are pampered and spoiled. With a knife to their necks, they would only plead for their lives. How could that possibly amuse the Blood River Ancestor with a thrilling kill?”

“And what are you suggesting?”

Ma Pingfan showed a cruel smile, “Select ten thousand hardworking, strong-willed peasants. My master enjoys it most when they resist with weapons only to be squashed like ants.”

Sister Wu Lian was glaring hatefully at Ma Pingfan. As she expected, these ten thousand people were sent to their death.

So much for giving her an opportunity. Clearly, he was merely taunting her.

And all this while, he had been trying to kill junior brother on the way. When will this bastard get his comeuppance?!

Sister Wu Lian was even thinking about killing that bastard herself, but was stopped by Yu Feng.

Given Ma Pingfan’s character, if Sister Wu Lian tried to attack him, he would not hesitate to kill her.

Seeing Sister Wu Lian’s expression, Ma Pingfan felt satisfied. The expression of those who hated but could do nothing about him was what he enjoyed the most.

Ma Pingfan naturally sat down on the dragon throne, with Yu Feng and Wu Lian standing on either side of him, looking like servants.

“I think this region would do. It’s a remote, mountainous area, an excellent breeding ground for rebels,” Ma Pingfan picked up a map and circled a region.

Yu Feng was raging.

His home was within the circle.

The villages were dispersed, and it would take them to eradicate a few dozen villages to gather ten thousand people. This was a bit cumbersome for the Mysterious Kingdom, far less convenient than transporting the entire population of a city.

The Blood River Ancestor was pressing hard. If the Mysterious Kingdom showed any signs of delay, it might incur the displeasure of the Blood River Ancestor, who might cause more trouble for them.

“I wonder if this is what the Blood River Ancestor wants or…” the monarch tried to probe.

“You can take a guess,” Ma Pingfan smiled subtly, making it hard to gauge his intentions.

The monarch gritted his teeth, choosing to believe Ma Pingfan’s words.

To gain a foothold in the Ancient World, it was a must for one to seek a backer in the Celestial Dynasty. This might even be an opportunity to win the favor of the Blood River Ancestor.

“This matter has nothing to do with me. The Corpse Dog Sect is no longer the state religion of the Mysterious Kingdom. The Corpse Dog Sect’s possessions are many and still need to be checked thoroughly, so I’ll be leaving first,” Lord Fushi didn’t know if Ma Pingfan had an ulterior motive. He didn’t want to get involved in this.

Better avoid trouble when you can.

“Lord Fushi, you…” the monarch couldn’t believe it. Without Lord Fushi’s help, it would take much more time to evacuate the villages.

“Revered cultivator, could you…” turning to Ma Pingfan, the monarch pleaded for help. In his view, since Ma Pingfan was helping him out, he should be willing to cooperate.

Ma Pingfan politely declined with a smile, “The Ancestor has asked you to prepare the offerings. I dare not interfere directly.”

He was only here to add to the Mysterious Kingdom’s woes. How could he aid them?

With no expression on his face, Yu Feng was seething inside. He wanted to kill Ma Pingfan right then and there.

“Senior Jiang, is there any way to kill Ma Pingfan and save the village?”

“There is,”