Although he thought Han Lie probably couldn’t afford it, the shop-minding disciple still took down the pitch-black long saber that Han Lie pointed at.

Black Saber: Medium-grade Spiritual-tier magical weapon; price: 4,500 Spirit Stones.

Han Lie carefully examined this five-foot-long black saber, his eyes filled with delight. Regardless of this saber’s power, its appearance alone made it irresistible to him.

“Old Servant Disciple, you have good taste! This Black Saber has characteristics that plunder and erode bodily functions. As long as it hits an enemy, the death energy attached to its blade will invade their body.”

“In less than fifteen minutes, the enemy will likely be dead.”

“It’s a good saber, just slightly expensive. What do you think?”

The shop-minding disciple concisely introduced the Black Saber to Han Lie, looking at him expectantly.

“Haha, expensiveness isn’t a flaw of good sabers; it’s a flaw of those who can’t afford them. This Senior will take it!”

Without further ado, Han Lie immediately added another 3,500 Spirit Stones and paid in full for the Black Saber.

The shop-minding disciple stared dumbfounded at Han Lie’s gradually receding back, his eyes full of disbelief.

Four thousand five hundred Spirit Stones—this price was relatively high. Foundation Establishment Stage disciples couldn’t afford it, while Golden Core Stage disciples looked down on it. That’s why this Black Saber had hung here for so long without being sold.

If this Black Saber were just a bit cheaper, its ability alone—to erode and plunder bodily functions—would have been enough to cause a frenzy; it wouldn’t have waited for Han Lie to come buy it.

“Are Servant Disciples nowadays all so rich? Maybe… I should become one too!”

On the way back, as Han Lie passed through a relatively remote section at his fastest speed, a figure suddenly darted out from one side, blocking his path.

Han Lie’s heart skipped a beat!

He initially thought it was Bai Ling, but upon closer look, he realized it was a female disciple with a slightly pale complexion and an aura of sinister evil emanating from her entire body.

The female disciple’s name was Yun Fei. Due to long-term use of addictive pills to aid her cultivation, she had become neither human nor ghost in appearance. If not for being in an immortal cultivation world, Han Lie would have thought he’d seen a ghost at first glance.

“Fairy, may I ask… what business do you have with This Senior?”

Han Lie asked cautiously, his body and mind tense. From Yun Fei, he sensed an extremely dangerous aura. This was not an opponent he could handle!

Yun Fei let out a mad laugh. “I heard you old Servant Disciple are quite wealthy, so… I’ve come to get some Spirit Stones from you to spend, hehe.”

“Will you obediently hand over your Spirit Stones yourself, or shall I personally send you on your way?”

“This Senior is merely a struggling Servant Disciple barely clinging to life; where would I get Spirit Stones?”

Han Lie feigned calmness. “Fairy, could you be mistaken? Or perhaps… you’ve got the wrong person?”

Sure enough, what was bound to come had come. Last time Zhuo Hongyi helped him out, but this time he wasn’t so lucky.

In the Heavenly Void Sect, it was like this: if your fist wasn’t big enough, you couldn’t even protect your own Spirit Stones—let alone as a Servant Disciple! A common man’s innocence is his crime when he possesses jade; his treasure becomes his offense.

“You won’t admit it until faced with undeniable proof.”

Yun Fei beckoned with her pale jade-like hand, and a dagger gleaming with cold light instantly appeared.

Her tone turned icy. “You’re called Han Lie, right? I haven’t got the wrong person.”

“That Zhou Ze from your Servant Disciple department told me personally that he gave you eighteen hundred Spirit Stones.”

Instantly, an almost tangible chilling aura erupted from Yun Fei, enveloping Han Lie completely. An intense sense of death shot straight from his soles up through his crown!

Fine, fine, fine, playing like this are we? I knew that old schemer Zhou Ze definitely didn’t have good intentions!

Han Lie’s expression darkened. This move of using another’s knife—killing by proxy—was truly well executed!

But credit where credit is due: Zhou Ze’s methods were clearly much more sophisticated than Jia Tong’s.

Not daring to delay, Han Lie immediately offered Yun Fei eighteen hundred Spirit Stones and sighed, “Spirit Stones are external possessions; This Senior need not risk my life over them.”

“Fairy, could you let This Senior off? This Senior has little time left; I only wish to enjoy my remaining years in peace.”

Accepting the Spirit Stones, Yun Fei laughed inexplicably. “Hahaha! You old Servant Disciple are quite sensible! However…”

“I never said I’d let you off!”

“Might as well let you die with understanding: that Zhou Ze from your Servant Disciple department gave me five hundred Spirit Stones just for your life.”

“……”

Upon hearing this, Han Lie’s heart sank like stagnant water—utterly cold and desolate.

Judging by her aura, Yun Fei’s cultivation wouldn’t be lower than the mid-Foundation Establishment Stage. His Qi Refining Stage complete cultivation was not much different from an ant before her.

But… Han Lie didn’t want to just sit back and await death passively.

“Fairy! Hold on!” Han Lie shouted deeply, interrupting Yun Fei who was about to make a move.

Yun Fei raised her eyes filled with mockery, sneering sinisterly. “Do you still have last words? Stalling won’t save your life.”

“Haha, truth be told, This Senior didn’t even know my worthless life was worth five hundred Spirit Stones.”

Han Lie said, “Isn’t Zhou Ze paying five hundred Spirit Stones for my life? How about… I pay double the Spirit Stones, and you go kill him.”

“Oh? You still have Spirit Stones? An unexpected harvest indeed.”

Yun Fei’s pupils dilated greedily. “How foolish! If I kill you, your Spirit Stones are also mine, aren’t they?”

“But rest assured… after I kill you, I will follow your request and go kill him too, hahahaha!”

Han Lie’s face immediately darkened. Indeed, he still underestimated human greed.

But it was understandable; if he were in Yun Fei’s place, he might make the same choice. Or rather, this was common practice for the majority of demonic cultivators.

Buzz!

The next instant, Yun Fei moved, the dagger in her hand transforming into a sharp, cold gleam. Like the scythe of the death god, it slashed directly toward Han Lie’s neck.

In that moment, Han Lie’s scalp instantly tingled. The spreading aura of death ignited an intense survival instinct.

Before, he might have passively awaited death. But now, he didn’t want to die!

Clang!

A metallic collision sound rang out, stirring violent shockwaves that rippled outward. Han Lie’s figure was sent flying by the impact.

“Heh… you actually have such a treasure? You old Servant Disciple really keep giving surprises, haha!”

Yun Fei’s eyebrows raised slightly, looking at Han Lie with the interest of a cat playing with a mouse.

In Han Lie’s hand appeared a pitch-black long saber. It was precisely this treasure that had blocked the fatal strike from Yun Fei.