Liu Guan Zong was dead.
Not even a corpse remained.
This should be considered Fang Ming Jing’s first kill, but unfortunately, he felt nothing.
His heart remained completely unmoved.
One could even say that the sound of a millstone crushing mustard seeds would likely be louder.
“Next…”
Fang Ming Jing glanced at the constantly churning pool of blood.
The impurities within had mostly disappeared, and the completion of the Dragon Elephant Essence Blood was surely not far off.
As he calmed down, the group of cultivators watching from afar exchanged glances for a while, before they all stood there in a daze.
After witnessing the previous battle, not a single cultivator dared to provoke him.
“The Little Saint Son actually killed Liu Guan Zong, I never would have imagined this,”
Feng Ya Yue’s voice came from the side, Fang Ming Jing looked over, and saw her standing there with a face full of emotions.
“That guy was quite annoying.”
“I think so too, but the Little Saint Son killing him like this may cause some trouble in the future.”
“Trouble is trouble.”
Fang Ming Jing didn't care, he looked at the pool of blood and suddenly asked Feng Ya Yue, “Do you want this, Ya Yue Jie?”
“Of course I want it, but I dare not grab what the Little Saint Son has his eyes on.”
“I don’t have my eyes on it.”
Fang Ming Jing’s soft voice almost made Feng Ya Yue think she was hearing things.
Her long, narrow eyes stared at the cute face in front of her, wanting to know if he was joking.
“If you give me spirit stones, then it’s yours, how about that?”
“Is the Little Saint Son serious?”
“Really.”
Happiness came so suddenly, Feng Ya Yue was stunned for a long while.
She had already given up hope for the Dragon Elephant Essence Blood, after all, her strength was inferior to Liu Guan Zong’s, let alone compared to Fang Ming Jing, who was even stronger than Liu Guan Zong…
Unexpectedly, things took a turn for the better.
But then she realized that the Little Saint Son might not know what the Dragon Elephant Essence Blood truly meant, and immediately gritted her teeth, “Little Saint Son, do you know that this Dragon Elephant Essence Blood is——“
The little hand reaching out in front of her interrupted her words.
Fang Ming Jing looked at her seriously, the way he stretched out his little hand made a strange sentence pop up in Feng Ya Yue’s mind: “I’m very cute, give me money.”
Thus, Feng Ya Yue handed over all her spirit stones to him.
Fang Ming Jing was immediately very happy.
Because he had been staying in the Holy Land and had no money, he was quite curious about things like spirit stones.
The deal was struck.
Another one or two hours passed, the impurities in the pool of blood were completely wiped away, the Dragon Elephant Blood within boiled and gradually contracted, finally solidifying into just a few drops in size.
Feng Ya Yue used a special jade bottle to store it.
“It’s over.”
Many people said so.
Long before the Dragon Elephant Essence Blood was refined, the deafening wail had completely disappeared. The Dragon Elephant, as the main body of the secret realm, was dead, so this secret realm naturally came to an end.
Boom！！！！！！！
With a loud boom, everyone felt the world spin, the impact of the secret realm shattering even knocked out some of the weaker cultivators.
Except for those who died, everyone returned to the original valley.
“This old servant greets the Little Saint Son.”
“Ah, Mu Bo.”
“Hehe, it seems the Little Saint Son’s trial results are very good.”
Seeing Fang Ming Jing come out unscathed, the black-robed old man’s voice couldn’t help but reveal a smile.
His vast divine sense swept across the valley.
There were thousands of cultivators before they entered, and now only two hundred or so came out, and among them, Liu Guan Zong’s aura was gone.
Mu Bo was not surprised by this result.
How monstrously talented and fundamentally strong their Little Saint Son was? The second genius of the Liu family, besides his age advantage, was still lacking in some aspects.
“Little Saint Son, this elder thanks you this time.”
Just as Mu Bo was about to take Fang Ming Jing away, he heard the Great Feng Princess calling from afar, “Come to the Great Feng Imperial Capital whenever you have time to play, I’ll treat you then.”
“Oh.”
Fang Ming Jing waved to her nonchalantly.
They walked further and further away.
As the black-robed old man took a step, the surrounding scenery shifted dramatically, and it was then that he sighed faintly, “The Great Feng Princess is no simple character, Little Saint Son.”
“Auntie said it’s not good to talk about people behind their backs.”
“...uh”
“Compared to that, I have money now, take me to spend some before we return to the Holy Land.”
“Haha, alright, this old servant will take the Little Saint Son to the nearby town then.”
Seeing Fang Ming Jing's excitement, Mu Bo was happy to follow his mood.
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This chapter has fewer words.
It's a bit messy.