Otherworldly Desert Dust

Blood was nothing, even if it flowed endlessly, Little Yi didn’t care.

It only savored the essence.

To it, the greatest essence of the whole Yin Dragon was in the Dragon Head Lantern where there was a top-grade Yuan You, an essence that had been extracted, refined, and nurtured!

Red-braised Dragon Head in Red Broth!

Delicious, incredibly delicious!

Little Yi feasted heartily. Ever since he had followed Wu Hen, this was the happiest day of its life, as it finally didn’t have to hunt for food itself and felt the satisfaction of being fed!

Wu Hen sheathed the golden Demon Blade, with golden heat still steaming off his body.

Even he couldn’t quite believe it, that he had managed to decapitate the most troublesome Dragon Head Craftsman in a single strike with all his might.

Although the Dragon Head Craftsman and Red Face had fought each other to the death, and he merely reaped the benefits, his current strength was indeed astonishing!!

His little sister’s spirit in Heaven would surely feel immensely gratified by his current invincible self!

"Little Yi, you ate Zai Wu, but that only just balanced out the energy consumption from that time with the Black Divine Death Sword in the Evil Soil, right?" Wu Hen inquired.

Little Yi, with a mouthful of grease and in a good mood, no longer hid anything and expressed to Wu Hen that it did profit a little, which would allow it to exert a slightly stronger power the next time it showed its holiness.

"I see. If I need the Black Divine Death Sword to deal with this Cangxia Yinlong, then next time when I need you to show holiness, you wouldn’t be able to do it. After all, the energy from feeding won’t be enough to sustain the consumption of using the Black Divine Death Sword again." Wu Hen said.

Kind of, Little Yi indicated, it indeed needed more feeding. The more powerful the beings in the Desert Dust, the calmer they were, like leopards or lions, who wouldn’t chase after a bit of mouse meat on the plains, as what little they caught wouldn’t even cover their fat reserves.

"This Yin Lord Yama of Yinzhou should be fat enough, right?" Wu Hen looked up, gazing at the darkened sky of Yinzhou.

The sky over Yinzhou seemed to be shrouded by an eye of a storm, with large amounts of dust and ash slowly churning, like an abyss above.

Strands of Yin light spilled from that storm eye, resembling auroras, swirling between Heaven and Earth, yet the light was eerie and sinister, devoid of any beauty.

"Brother, there’s also Dragon Claw, Dragon Breast Meat, Dragon Waist Skin, and Dragon Tail ..." Yu Yu promptly reminded Wu Hen, as all those lanterns were Yuan You!

"Don’t worry, Captain Qin and Captain Cai are outside intercepting for us. Those Yin Craftsmen should know the Dragon Head is gone." Wu Hen smiled, not in a rush.

A rich broth needed to be savored slowly.

How else could the perfect flavor of the main course be showcased?

Wu Hen understood the ways of the world.

Captain Qin Sheng and Captain Cai had been doing this favor for him for quite a while, so he had to serve them a bowl.

When they dealt with those Dragon Lantern Yin Craftsmen, they would naturally take some Yuan You for themselves.

Giving them some, Wu Hen didn’t mind, he just picked some important parts of the Dragon Lantern while leaving the difficult ones for himself to finish off ...

Without the Dragon Head, the Yin Dragon couldn’t be reassembled, and the remaining Yin Craftsmen’s strength were around the level of Night Ghost and Thunder Bright. They had already fought with the Vulture Party, they were spent and leaderless. In their prime, Captain Qin and Captain Cai swiftly finished them off!

It took a bit of time.

One by one, they swept away the Dragon Lantern Yin Craftsmen.

Wu Hen’s battle achievements were remarkable, suddenly possessing fourteen small Yuan You and two large Yuan You.

Considering these Yuan You couldn’t immediately boost his strength, Wu Hen planned to keep them. His father had reminded him, Yuan You could be used to buy higher-grade weapons and fighting clothes ...

Weapons and fighting clothes were all ingredients for Little Yi, and Little Yi could inherit their functions.

Wu Hen thought that wearing fighting clothes which could significantly enhance combat ability would also facilitate hunting for more advanced Desert Dust delicacies to enjoy!

...

Yinzhou City Temple.

Inside the temple, a Yin Lord sat in the main hall, enjoying the tributes brought by his subjects.

A temple boy slowly walked in from outside, his body trembling slightly.

"Is the temple fair almost over?" The Yin Lord stroked his beard and asked calmly, "Less than twenty percent of the living left?"

The temple boy trembled, unsure if he should speak.

The Yin Lord’s eyes narrowed in displeasure, "What are you mumbling about? Speak up!"

"We should end it soon; at this rate, there won’t be twenty percent of the Hundred Demons left." The temple boy finally uttered.

Temple Yin Lord: "???"

"Um ... the Yin Dragon is dead. Some powerful Spirit Awakeners have begun resisting. They’ve killed many of your subordinates. About thirty percent of the living are left, while many of the Hundred Demons have died ..." the temple boy explained.

The Yin Lord slammed the table!

Outrageous!!

Outrageous!!!

He had bestowed kindness, giving these outsiders a bit of dignity, even permitting them a chance to ascend. Yet they dared to defy and hunt his Hundred Demons!

Rebellion!!

These lowly ants were rebelling!!

"I’ve observed closely. There’s a man named Wu Hen, who is the mastermind behind ruining our Hundred Demons Temple Celebration," stated the temple boy.

"Is that so?" The Yin Lord’s smile broadened, a cold light glimmering in his narrow eyes as he pondered like a character in a play, "Could he be a predator too?"

"I can’t say for sure, but he certainly has been inquiring about you," the temple boy replied.

"Does he have the most wooden sticks?" the Yin Lord asked.

"Yes, according to your previous rules ..." the temple boy began.

"Worry not, I keep my word, but I must still give him a warning," the Yin Lord said.

"Shall I end the Hundred Demons Temple Celebration right now?" the temple boy asked.

The Yin Lord shot him a look of disdain, indicating he should figure it out himself.

The temple boy felt a chill all over, realizing he shouldn’t have come to report. It should have ended already!

...

"Boom!!!!!!!"

Drums thundered, announcing the end.

For many in Yinzhou City, the ending drumbeats were heavenly music. They had finally survived the terrifying Underworld Temple Festival, some experiencing Desert Dust’s hell for the first time.

However, amidst the crowd, someone let out a "Huh?" Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The tone carried many layers of meaning.

"Can’t they play anymore?" Wu Hen finally raised a soulful question.

After hunting down the Yin Ghosts, Wu Hen didn’t forget the desserts, cold dishes, and hot dishes, taking everything without missing a beat.

Yet, despite the death toll of the living not drastically dropping, the temple fair abruptly ended!

What did that mean?

Promised an all-you-can-eat buffet with no time limit, then suddenly called it off??

He felt unsatisfied, deeply discontented!

But as the host, they had the final say.

When they said it was over, it was over.

Wu Hen had no choice but to return to the temple fair center with the masses.

Many people embraced in excitement, while numerous teams wept, thankful they had survived, wondering what sins from their past lives had led them to encounter the Ghost Market of Yinzhou in Desert Dust.

Wu Hen and Little Yi leisurely picked their teeth and looked for the temple boy to collect the wooden sticks from him.

As expected, the temple boy appeared, floating slowly towards Wu Hen, his eyes filled with a strange resentment, very different from his previous confident demeanor.

"No need to count, you have the most wooden sticks. The Yin Lord invites you," said the temple boy.

Many people noticed that this temple boy was highly esteemed in the temple fair. When he humbly invited a living person, all eyes inevitably fell on Wu Hen.

"He’s the one who got the most Yuan You!"

"He looks pretty average ..."

"What are you talking about? That’s extremely handsome!"

"The guy is strong! They say he killed the Yin Dragon. If not, who knows if we’d still be alive right now!"

Many cast appreciative and grateful glances at Wu Hen. Compared to the Vulture Party, Wu Hen was seen as a hero punishing the wicked!

"I worked sincerely and became the one who got the most Yuan You," Wu Hen said.

The temple boy’s gaze carried a twinge of resentment. Stay tuned for updates on empire

Getting Yuan You was meant for you to take from the living in Yinzhou City, not to kill the Hundred Demons!

"Only you can come." The temple boy stopped Wu Hen’s teammates who were about to follow.

"Oh, everyone take a rest here, I’ll go have a word with Yinzhou City’s big shot," Wu Hen said.

After speaking, Wu Hen noticed the Yin Ants still on the ground, eyeing those who survived the temple fair, ready to pounce, which puzzled him.

"Since it’s over, shouldn’t they be able to leave safely?" Wu Hen asked.

"Leave?" The temple boy raised an eyebrow and glanced around at everyone, then smiled coldly, "When did I say you could leave Yinzhou City alive?"

Upon hearing this, everyone gathered at the temple fair was stunned. They didn’t dare make a move against the temple masters, only glaring at them in fear and anger!

Wu Hen hadn’t anticipated the temple boy would say that either.

No intention of letting them leave??

Then why force them to participate in the underworld celebration in the first place??

Was it all just for the entertainment of these underworld masters!

"Remember what you said before? You claimed the Yin Lord was merciful and wouldn’t take the lives of those who hadn’t grasped your ’True Understanding.’ Why go back on your word now?" Wu Hen retorted angrily.

Wu Hen’s words echoed what everyone else ensnared in Yinzhou City wanted to say.

The Yin Lord killed, did he also need to torture??

"Those who haven’t grasped the ’True Understanding’ will stay in Yinzhou and slowly comprehend it. The Lord gives you ample time, but there’s no promise you’ll return," the temple boy suddenly chuckled, his smile filled with disdain.

The temple boy dropped the pretense, displaying his authority and contempt, treating them like lowly slaves. A slave’s life belonged to the master; excelling didn’t make them less of a slave.

"Is this your decision or the Yin Lord’s?" Wu Hen asked.

"I can decide on behalf of the Lord," the temple boy said.

At this moment, the survivors of the temple fair were in panic, particularly the teams with few Spirit Crowns left. They thought following Yinzhou’s rules would let them survive, not expecting it only extended their lives slightly!

From the start, this was underworld hell.

Once here, leaving was impossible!

"Everyone, stay calm. I’ll go talk to the Yin Lord. Maybe the Yin Lord is reasonable ..." Wu Hen loudly reassured everyone.

Wu Hen only said the first half.

The second half he kept to himself.

In fact, he was very angry!

Another gluttonous Heavenly Light ...

"If he’s unreasonable, I’ll send him off to the afterlife!"