Chapter 44: Demon Cultivators Are Too Arrogant

Fei Si was still uncertain about the true extent of Han Ming's connections within the Soul Devouring Sect. If they rashly apprehended Han Ming, and it provoked some ancient monster, the trouble would be immense.

More crucially, there was the matter of the Lava Immortal Palace. Currently, the City Lord's Mansion and the other three factions were all focused on exploring this immortal palace and wanted to avoid any unnecessary complications.

Therefore, Fei Si's initial thought was: "Anyway, it's not us being harassed, but Sun Lie."

"Once Sun Lie is driven to distraction and voluntarily leaves Fire Persimmon City, wouldn't the problem be solved?"

The City Lord's Mansion's leniency further emboldened Han Ming's arrogance, until she was ultimately subdued by Ning Zhuo.

In a way, Sun Lie's tolerance and the City Lord's Mansion's perfunctory attitude both contributed to Ning Zhuo's eventual capture of Han Ming.

"But this time is different."

"Han Ming has actually clashed with Meng Chong. This time, we must go all out to apprehend her!"

"Hmm..."

"Let's capture the Boyish Guest first."

"Perhaps, Han Ming might take the opportunity to escape the city."

Mobilizing all forces to capture Han Ming was a stance that Fei Si had to declare. However, he had no desire to take any risks. If they truly captured Han Ming, he would be even more worried.

Compared to Han Ming, the Boyish Guest was a much easier target.

"This Boyish Guest has been getting quite close to Sun Lingtong."

"Sun Lingtong is a disciple of the Non-Emptiness Sect, a large evil sect known for its petty thievery."

"Could that third demonic cultivator be Sun Lingtong?"

Fei Si immediately considered this possibility, but he had no intention of verifying it.

Sun Lingtong, like Han Ming, had a powerful sect backing her. Sun Lingtong had lived in Fire Persimmon Immortal City for over a decade, deeply rooted here, making her a true local power.

Moving against her would be even more troublesome than moving against Han Ming.

Fei Si then ordered his subordinates to search the black market for the Boyish Guest and apprehend him.

But where could they find the Boyish Guest?

There wasn't a trace of him!

After searching for the better part of the day, the subordinates returned empty-handed.

Fei Si berated them thoroughly, putting on a show.

After delaying for a while, he finally picked up a pill bottle and poured out a pill.

After swallowing it, his sense of smell immediately underwent a subtle change.

With a gentle sniff, he detected a faint medicinal fragrance in the air.

"Han Ming, I hope you are wise enough to have already left Fire Persimmon Immortal City by now."

Fei Si personally set out, transforming into a streak of light and soaring into the skies above Fire Persimmon Immortal City.

Following the medicinal fragrance, he swiftly cut through the wind and clouds, quickly passing over the city walls and arriving at the foot of the mountains.

Fei Si felt increasingly uneasy, until he smelled an extremely strong scent and saw a huge bundle on the grass in the Fire Persimmon Forest with his own eyes.

Inside the bundle were the stolen pills, all wrapped up.

Fei Si hovered in mid-air, cursing inwardly: "Damn it!"

His expression was extremely grim: "They didn't even bother with a storage pouch, they just wrapped it in cloth and dumped it in the Fire Persimmon Forest."

"Arrogant, they're far too arrogant!"

Fei Si felt that he had been severely provoked.

But he dared not enter the forest to retrieve the bundle of pills.

Because the shadowy demonic cultivator from before was hiding in the Fire Persimmon Forest!

"This is likely a bait to lure me into the forest."

"So, this shadowy demonic cultivator does have accomplices."

"If it were Chi Dun, he would probably rush in headfirst. But I'm not him; I'm no reckless fool."

With this thought, Fei Si resolutely turned around and flew away, arriving at the summit of the volcano to pay respects to the Fire Persimmon City Lord.

He quickly reported everything.

The Fire Persimmon City Lord sat cross-legged in the high sky, nodded slightly, and pondered: "It may not necessarily be an accomplice of that shadowy demonic cultivator."

"It is also possible that others are framing him and diverting the disaster."

If that was the case, the situation was actually worse.

Because it essentially meant that the major powers in the city had noticed something and were secretly targeting the City Lord's Mansion.

Fei Si had previously proposed to plot against the geniuses of the Zhou and Zheng families, and the City Lord had agreed.

The plan was successful, but the City Lord also felt a sense of urgency.

He then arranged for Sun Lie to help his grandson Meng Chong master the Immortal Talent Rampaging Thunderclap. Sun Lie reported the method to him in advance, and the City Lord nodded in approval.

However, he never expected a demonic cultivator to attack during this process.

"It may not be a true demonic cultivator," the City Lord thought inevitably.

After pondering for a moment, the City Lord said to Fei Si, "You have done well. Those pills are insignificant."

"Pursuing the demonic cultivators is not the main point either."

"Apprehend them slowly, no need to rush."

"As for Meng Chong, exhaust the treasury and give him ample natural treasures. After all, using Rampaging Thunderclap consumes a great deal of essence, energy, and spirit."

It was for this reason that the City Lord had always allowed Meng Chong to develop naturally.

He knew his grandson's character very well. Once he fully mastered the Rampaging Thunderclap talent, he would definitely use it constantly.

Rampaging Thunderclap has excellent effects, but it is easy to overuse, leaving Meng Chong weakened to the point of damaging his foundation and future.

It was only recently that the City Lord, feeling the pressure from the other two factions due to the Lava Immortal Palace, changed his mind.

He used Sun Lie's hand to help Meng Chong successfully master the Rampaging Thunderclap, a superb talent.

As for the attack on Meng Chong itself, it did not make the City Lord nervous.

To protect his grandson, he had long imprinted a talisman on Meng Chong's body. Once he was in a life-or-death crisis, the talisman would be activated, unleashing tremendous power. Even if it could not kill the enemy, it would buy enough time for the City Lord to personally come to support him.

In fact, there was more than one such measure. There were also similar void-fleeing talismans.

Midnight.

Ning Zhuo lay in bed, his eyes wide open.

"Why haven't they extracted my soul yet?"

"I want to enter the immortal palace!"

The young man kicked his legs on the bed, growing increasingly anxious.

He gradually had a premonition that waiting like this would delay important matters.

"Can I actively enter the immortal palace myself?"

Ning Zhuo thought of the mark that had been planted on him in the preparation room.

He tried to activate the Myriad Buddha Heart Demon Imprint. After fumbling around for a while, the "Trial Disciple" mark appeared again on his chest.

In the next moment, a thread of life hung by a thread was pulled over, piercing through space and hitting his soul directly.

Ning Zhuo's vision went dark, his soul was extracted, and he entered the palace for the third time!

In the main hall of the immortal palace.

The Dragon-Turtle Fire Spirit, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly trembled, sensing Ning Zhuo's successful entry into the palace.

It spewed out a mouthful of fiery qi and soared into the air again, flying around the main hall, hitting the pillars directly with its head and body.

Roar, roar...

It let out roars of anger.

The Lava Immortal Palace erupted once more.

Hundreds and thousands of treasures of light shot everywhere, thick smoke billowed, and lava churned.

"Hmm? Another tremor!" The Fire Persimmon City Lord widened his eyes and quickly took action, urging the city's grand formation to suppress the immortal palace with all its might.

"What exactly is going on?!" The Fire Persimmon City Lord's face was illuminated red by the lava and flames, his expression grim, and the doubts in his heart grew even more.