<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5494</h2>


    After all, the Fourth Pce Master had always been helping him, so David didn’t want to see anything happen to him.


    Yun Miao Xianzun looked at David’s expression and said with horror, “I’ve told you everything I know. As for the Third Pce Master’s affairs, there’s no way I, a mere Sixth Pce deacon, would know that.”


    “Yes!” David nodded!


    He also knew that Yun Miao Xianzun couldn’t possibly know about the Third Pce Master’s affairs. Such an extremely secret matter couldn’t possibly be known to a mere minion.


    David raised his hand, and a beam of supreme fire appeared. Before Yun Miao Xianzun could react, he was already surrounded by the mes.


    Screams rang out, and Li Qingshan and the others were overwhelmed by the scene.


    With Yun Miao Xianzun dead, they were truly andpletely liberated.


    After killing Immortal Venerable Yunmiao, David looked at Li Qingshan and said, “Fellow Daoist, take your men and gather all the refined immortal stones from the Yuande Realm. I will use them for my cultivation.”


    “Don’t mine or refine the remaining spirit stones at random. After all, you need them for your cultivation.”


    Li Qingshan and hispanions were not immortals, so they couldn’t absorb the immortal energy within the immortal stones for cultivation. They could only absorb spiritual energy.


    Once they broke through the celestial realm and reached the Scattered Immortal Realm, they would be able to absorb immortal energy.


    “I will follow the Immortal Venerable’s orders…”


    Li Qingshan nodded hurriedly.


    Soon, Li Qingshan and his men began to collect the refined immortal stones for David.


    As for the demon cultivators, David didn’t exterminate them all. He knew that if the demons were wiped out, the Yuande Realm would only be popted by humans and beastmen, and war between these two races would inevitably ensue. What


    the Yuande Realm needed now was bnce among the three races. Once this bnce was disturbed, war would ensue.


    While David waited in the Yuande Realm for the collection to be disyed, Hu Mazi had already been inquiring about the Evil Dao Pce in the Seventh Heaven.


    At this moment, on the edge of the Seventh Heaven, lies a mysterious city perpetually shrouded in gray fog—ck Wind City. It


    seems forgotten by the world, its streets filled with an oppressive atmosphere, and pedestrians are as sparse as the scattered stars in the night sky.


    Even the vendors hawking their wares are wrapped in thick ck robes, as if to inste themselves from the dangers lurking in the shadows.


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    Hu Mazi, crouching in the corner of a dpidated teahouse, clutching a few immortal stones he brought from the Sixth Heaven.


    Although Hu Mazi’s strength has recovered, upon reaching the Seventh Heaven, he realizes that his strength is at the lowest level.


    Hu Mazi dares not be careless. His eyes betray vignce and anxiety, and his ears are perked, listening to every sound in the teahouse.


    He has been lurking here for three full days, with a single purpose: to uncover the secrets of the Seventh Heaven’s Evil Dao Pce.


    Hu Mazi didn’t dare ask anyone casually, fearing he’d be targeted, so he had to resort to this method to gather information.


    He clutched the “Concealment Talisman” tightly in his hand. This talisman was his only recourse at this moment, temporarily shielding his cultivation aura, giving him a chance to survive in this dangerous environment.


    “Bang!”


    A loud bang shattered the silence within the teahouse.


    The door was violently kicked open, and a burly man with a hideous scar on his face entered, followed by two ck-robed monks, each exuding a sinister aura.


    Hu Mazi immediately lowered his head, feigning indifference, but his fingers secretly sped the talisman in his arms, ready to respond to any potential danger.


    “Boss, give me a jug of the strongest liquor!”


    Scarface shouted, mming a bulging purse on the table.


    From within the purse, the crisp sound of immortal stones shing against each other echoed harshly in the quiet teahouse.