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“Master Wei, the Soul Gathering Spring is right over there. Shall I take you?” Fang Changlong asked respectfully.
“Thank you for your trouble,” Wei Chen replied with a slight nod. Although he found Fang Changlong to be quite insincere, it was none of his concern. As long as he got what he wanted and could leave quickly, Fang Changlong's character was irrelevant to him.
As Fang Changlong engaged in small talk with Wei Chen, he led Wei Chen and his companions toward the location of the Soul Gathering Spring. Soon, in a valley, they came upon a pond. Water dripped from the gaps between several large stones above, gathering in the pond below.
The pond was roughly ten feet square, its water clear and transparent, with a depth of only about three feet, allowing one to see the bottom clearly. There was no sign of any Vitality within the water; not even a hint of aquatic plants could be seen.
Upon seeing the pond, a look of joy appeared on Wei Chen's face; it was undoubtedly the Soul Gathering Spring.
As they approached within ten meters of the pond, a refreshing aura surged deep into their souls, washing over their Spirits and bringing an immense sense of joy and ease.
Though there were no tangible benefits, standing by the pond made Wei Chen and his companions feel remarkably relaxed.
Fang Changlong grinned as he introduced, “This is the Soul Gathering Spring, Master Wei. You can use it for as long as you like. As long as you don’t damage the foundation of the Soul Gathering Spring, even if you drain all the water from the pond, it won’t matter.”
“Alright, thank you, Sect Leader. I will surely repay this kindness in the future!” Wei Chen clasped his fists in gratitude and signaled for Fang Changlong to leave. Fang Changlong didn’t linger and took his entourage away.
“Master Pan, the Soul Gathering Spring has been yielding very little water in recent years. If they drain it completely…” an elder asked worriedly on their way back to the House of Life Base.
“Heh, let them use it as they please; I don’t care. If they use my resources, they will pay a price! They will suffer dearly! The Battle of Horns is my best friend! When friends are in trouble and I couldn’t help them in time or lacked the strength to do so, if that rascal Wei Chen is foolish enough to walk into danger, he shouldn’t blame me for being ruthless!”
“Master Pan, did you poison the Soul Gathering Spring?”
“Exactly! Once they drink from the Soul Gathering Spring or wash with its water, they will suffer severe consequences! That toxin is chronic; it won’t show immediate effects. By the time they realize it, it will be too late.”
“Ni Junlin, let's get started. What should we do?”
Wei Chen held the soft jade containing the Spirit of Donghua, his heart racing with excitement. Donghua was an incredibly important figure to him—both a mentor and a friend, almost like a father.
“Wei Chen, don’t you think this journey has been too smooth? Even considering that you destroyed the reputation of Jiaoleimen, the House of Life wouldn’t just act like this. The Soul Gathering Spring isn’t particularly rare, but even a single jar of it can be exchanged for quite a few Soul Stones. That House of Life Sect Leader is letting you use it freely; no matter how generous he is, he wouldn’t be that generous. Trust me, there’s definitely something fishy going on here!” Ni Junlin narrowed his eyes as he stared at the water in the pond, a thoughtful expression crossing his face.
With Ni Junlin's reminder, Wei Chen suddenly realized, “Right! How could I have forgotten about that? Fang Changlong seems very sinister, hiding a knife behind a smile.”
“What should we do?” Ji Mei asked with a frown.
“There’s something wrong with this water; it’s been poisoned!” Ni Junlin said suddenly, squinting.
“Poisoned? Ni Junlin, how did you figure that out?” Wei Chen asked.
“Our Seven-Colored Devouring Python clan is very sensitive to toxins. I can sense the presence of poison in the water,” Ni Junlin replied calmly.
Wei Chen’s anger flared up instantly as he coldly said, “What can we do now?”
“The Soul Gathering Spring water here is already ruined. To revive Donghua, one jar is enough; we don’t need this much. Before poisoning it, the House of Life must have stored some Soul Gathering Spring water. After all, it’s impossible to clear out the toxins here now; we can only extract all the Soul Gathering Spring water and discard it, then wait for those few drops to slowly condense.” Ni Junlin said, his gaze drifting toward the towering House of Life Base atop Qin Mountain. He added, “This time, we can’t hold back. The Soul Gathering Spring water within the House of Life can still be used; this Soul Gathering Spring water here is completely ruined.”
“When did Fang Changlong poison it?”
“He poisoned it before we arrived.”
"Could he have predicted that we would come?" Wei Chen frowned and asked.
"He naturally couldn't have predicted it. It should have been when you went to ask Bai Xiaosheng about the Soul Gathering Spring that you leaked information. I don't know what method Bai Xiaosheng used, but he managed to relay the news in advance. His Bai Xiaosheng Organization is spread throughout the Central Domain, so transmitting information is not difficult."
"Paralyze? Bai Xiaosheng colluded with the House of Life to frame me?" Wei Chen's eyes blazed with fury as he shouted.
"It's hard to say. If we capture Fang Changlong, everything will be clear."
...
Fang Changlong and his group had just returned to the Base at the summit of Qin Mountain when Wei Chen and his companions rushed over, landing in the plaza of the House of Life.
Fang Changlong soon emerged with a beaming smile.
"Wei Young Master, you all are back so soon? Did everything go smoothly?"
Wei Chen coldly stared at Fang Changlong and suddenly roared, "Seize him!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Gu Yuehong shot out like lightning, her hands gripping Fang Changlong's neck tightly.
Despite Fang Changlong's high-level Earth Soul Realm strength, he had no power to resist against Gu Yuehong!
Seeing this, the people from the House of Life shouted and rushed forward, surrounding Wei Chen and his companions.
"Wei Chen, what are you doing?"
"Let go of our Master! Otherwise, none of you will be able to leave the House of Life!"
"Those who repay kindness with malice, we, Master Pan, kindly offered you the water from the Soul Gathering Spring, and this is how you respond?"
The four of Wei Chen were quickly surrounded by the forces of the House of Life. The Ninth-Rank Formation around the Base was also activated, forming a massive barrier that enveloped both the House of Life and the Base within it.
Seeing the formation, Wei Chen sneered and said, "Do you think your Ninth-Rank Formation can stop us? Gu Yuehong, break that formation!"
"Understood."
Gu Yuehong nodded and, using some secret technique on Fang Changlong, rendered him completely immobile. His mouth was wide open, yet no words came out as Gu Yuehong lifted him into the air.
"Break!"
With a cold shout, Gu Yuehong unleashed a punch that sent a shadow of his fist soaring through the air. The shadow grew larger and larger until it reached a hundred feet in size, crashing down violently onto the formation.
The entire Qin Mountain trembled under the force of that punch.
The faces of the House of Life members changed immediately.
Gu Yuehong landed next to Wei Chen, firmly planting one foot on Fang Changlong's chest. In a cold voice, he said, "Old bastard, my strength is beyond your imagination. The ancestor of Jiaoleimen was more than ten times stronger than you and was taken down by me in one move. If you dare to play any tricks, killing you will be easier than slaughtering a chicken!"
Hearing Gu Yuehong's words, Fang Changlong's face turned pale with terror. His mouth opened and closed but no words came out.
"Gu Yuehong, release him. I have questions for him," Wei Chen instructed Gu Yuehong.
Gu Yuehong nodded and waved his hand, unleashing a wave of Soul Power that lifted the dragon clan's secret seal he had placed on Fang Changlong.
"Wei Young Master, what do you mean by this?" Fang Changlong hurriedly asked Wei Chen, his eyes filled with a fawning expression.
"Your life, along with the survival of the House of Life, can be exchanged for pure Soul Gathering Spring water. All the pure Soul Gathering Spring water in the House of Life must be presented before me within a minute. Otherwise, the fate of your House of Life will be exactly the same as that of Jiaoleimen!"
"Wei Young Master, I don't understand what you mean."
"Oh? Let me remind you."
Wei Chen swiftly drew his sword and, with a single stroke, severed one of Fang Changlong's arms.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Fang Changlong's Soul Power was suppressed by Gu Yuehong, leaving him defenseless. Wei Chen easily cut off his arm. Fang Changlong's agonized screams stirred the crowd from the House of Life into a frenzy. Seeing their Master Pan trampled and mutilated, everyone from the House of Life glared at Wei Chen and Gu Yuehong with bloodshot eyes.
"What are you still dawdling for? Hurry up and do as Wei Young Master demands! Do you all want to die?" Fang Changlong roared.
At this point, he deeply understood that he could not save his own life. He just didn't know where things had gone wrong.
The poison in the Soul Gathering Spring was a subtle chronic toxin; how did Wei Chen discover it?
"Fang Changlong, if you make even one mistake or conceal anything in what you say next, you won't be able to keep your other arm, nor your two legs. I won’t show mercy on the third leg either! But if you cooperate well with me, I won't take your life," Wei Chen threatened.
Fang Changlong gritted his teeth against the pain and said through clenched jaws, "Wei Young Master, I should not have thought to deal with you. Today's events were entirely my own idea; please spare my disciples."
"Had I known today would come, why did I act as I did back then? I ask you, we have no grudges or enmity, why did you resort to poison against us?"
"Jiao Lei, Sect Leader of the Blade Sect, Zhao Dahai, Sect Master of the Qingyi Sect Zixiao. The Battle of Horns is my sworn brother; my relationship with the Battle of Horns is as close as brothers. The Jiaoleimen and the House of Life have always supported each other in friendship. You destroyed the Jiaoleimen, and I know I cannot help the Battle of Horns take revenge, which is why I resorted to this desperate measure! Wei Young Master, this matter falls solely on me, Fang Changlong; it has nothing to do with the others from the House of Life. I hope you will show mercy." Fang Changlong gritted his teeth against the pain and spoke tremulously.
"This fellow can be considered a person of stature; he can see the bigger picture. No wonder the House of Life ranks high in Blackwater Territory," Wei Chen thought to himself as he asked aloud, "How did you know I would come here?"
"In Maguan City, there are spies from the Jiaoleimen; one of them relayed the information to me."
"Good, I understand." Wei Chen nodded. At this moment, members of the House of Life had already brought over three large barrels of pure Soul Gathering Spring water.
With a wave of his hand, Wei Chen cast a barrier formation in the plaza of the House of Life, creating a misty light circle that obscured the situation inside from those outside.
Gu Yuehong knocked Fang Changlong unconscious with a palm strike. Wei Chen took out a piece of soft jade and handed it to Ni Junlin, giving him a deep look and saying earnestly, "I’m counting on you."
Ni Junlin said nothing further; he silently chanted a spell and tossed the soft jade into one barrel of Soul Gathering Spring water. Under Ni Junlin's guidance, Gu Yuehong began channeling vast amounts of Soul Power into the spring water. The water bubbled up with white smoke as Ni Junlin recited secret incantations rapidly; even Wei Chen's keen hearing could not discern what Ni Junlin was muttering.
This process lasted for half an hour.
After half an hour, with a loud crash, the wooden barrel shattered into pieces, and a figure appeared within Wei Chen's line of sight.
Upon seeing that person, Wei Chen's eyes instantly filled with mist.
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