Chapter 99: The Celestial Fruit

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Those few men appeared quite ordinary, yet Yin Tianfang sensed a familiar aura emanating from them. He had never interacted with these individuals before; what he recognized was simply the essence they carried.

“Tianjue Hall?” A flicker of movement stirred in Yin Tianfang’s heart as he recalled the members of Tianjue Hall he encountered in the cave at Soul Severance Ravine. Though their attire was plain, the aura they exuded bore a striking resemblance to those he had met back then.

Over two years had passed, and Yin Tianfang never expected to cross paths with anyone from Tianjue Hall again.

He discreetly observed the group, straining to catch their conversation, but after a while, found nothing of value—they merely talked about trivial matters.

After an hour, the group rose and left the tavern. After a brief moment of contemplation, Yin Tianfang quickly settled his bill and silently followed them.

They exited the city, heading westward, soon entering a nearby dense forest. Deep within the woods, the group halted, standing as if waiting for something. Not long after, faint footsteps sounded from the thicket, and several figures emerged to meet them.

The two groups exchanged no hostile moves; instead, after verifying each other’s identities, the men from Tianjue Hall handed over an item to the newcomers. Then, each group swiftly departed in opposite directions.

Hidden in the shadows, Yin Tianfang watched them carefully. The newcomers were clearly not from Tianjue Hall. Yet since they met and exchanged an item, a transaction must have taken place. But who were these outsiders, and which faction did they belong to?

In a concealed spot, Yin Tianfang pondered briefly. Once the parties were sufficiently distant, he moved silently to follow. Though he held no fondness for Tianjue Hall, his curiosity about which faction was dealing with them burned stronger.

He also wondered how these people managed to contact Tianjue Hall.

When he was previously attacked and realized his assailants were from Tianjue Hall, Yin Tianfang conducted some investigation. The results were unexpected. Tianjue Hall was extremely secretive—ordinary people could hardly locate it. Its members rarely exposed themselves as they moved across the continent.

Yet despite this secrecy, Tianjue Hall was infamous throughout the land, a reputation built upon countless corpses.

As a powerful assassin organization, Tianjue Hall was vast and terrifying. Even the current Qingyun Sect would surely treat them with caution.

Silently trailing, after a few hours, Yin Tianfang followed the group out of the forest. Concentrating, he sent a purple streak of light silently toward the strongest among them.

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This man was the most cultivated in the group, his aura indicating he was in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. The others were all at the Foundation Establishment level. Such a lineup was not something a minor clan or sect could muster.

Only a force like Qingyun Sect could deploy such a team.

The purple streak approached the mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator quietly, controlled carefully by Yin Tianfang so that no aura leaked—like a wisp of nothingness.

“Hmm!” As the purple light neared within a hundred meters, the man suddenly became alert, his forward movement faltering.

“Go!” At that moment, the purple light vanished, then reappeared just a breath away. The man turned around, sensing danger, and instantly unleashed a surge of primal energy.

But his spiritual power was not fully activated when the purple light pierced his heart. Staring blankly at the blood flowing from his chest, confusion and unwillingness filled his eyes.

With a thud, his lifeless body fell from the air. The remaining men snapped back to reality. Seeing their fallen comrade, their faces instantly paled.

“We are members of the Yang family. Please forgive us if we have somehow offended you, sir!” one said, bowing toward the empty air.

Hearing this, Yin Tianfang’s heart stirred. Previously, he had killed Yang Bo, which provoked the Yang family patriarch to intervene, nearly costing Yin Tianfang his life. He hadn’t expected to encounter more from the Yang family now. But were these Yang family members from the same lineage?

“Yang family? The Yang family of Moyu City?” Yin Tianfang asked after a moment’s thought, his voice hoarse and low, wavering uncertainly.

“That’s correct,” they quickly replied.

“So fate truly does bring enemies together,” Yin Tianfang murmured, his mind turning. With a thought, a force like an invisible giant hand, vast enough to blot out the sky, slammed down fiercely upon them.

“Our Yang family patriarch is a Nascent Soul realm expert. We advise you to reconsider before making a grave mistake!” they shouted urgently.

“And what of it? If you have the ability, let him come find me!” Yin Tianfang retorted coldly.

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“*Pfft!*” Under the crushing blow of the invisible hand, the men spat blood and flew backwards. The purple streak cut across the air, piercing one through the forehead, then returned to Yin Tianfang’s side.

With a shift of his cultivation method, a faint black mist emanated from his body. Forming hand seals, he released a black flame that surged forward, engulfing his opponents.

The black fire quickly consumed them all, leaving no screams, only ashes. As they died, the fire grew stronger, condensing into a black ring that wrapped around Yin Tianfang’s right index finger.

“This soul-seizing technique is truly remarkable,” Yin Tianfang said, his eyes revealing a hint of astonishment as he gazed at the black ring.

This soul-seizing art was recorded in the Demonic Tome. Once unleashed, demonic energy transformed into hellfire, incinerating everything and absorbing all energy to strengthen the user.

The black ring was the manifestation of this technique. By absorbing it, one could enhance their demonic cultivation. When facing a formidable enemy, it could be detonated, its power rivaling the explosion of a spirit treasure.

Examining the ring, Yin Tianfang was deeply impressed by the soul-seizing technique. Raising his hand, the storage pouches of the Yang family members floated into his grasp.

After emptying them, Yin Tianfang found the item Tianjue Hall had handed to the Yang family: a jade box, exquisitely crafted from spirit jade, not ordinary jade. Such a box surely contained something extraordinarily precious.

Carefully opening the box, a rich medicinal fragrance immediately wafted out, refreshing and uplifting as if promising transcendence to immortality.

Inside the box rested a golden fruit, from which the strange aroma emanated.

The potent medicinal energy condensed within the box, even displaying a rare phenomenon of celestial flight!

“This is a Celestial Flight Fruit!” Yin Tianfang’s eyes widened in shock. He had not expected Tianjue Hall to entrust the Yang family with such a treasure.