Chapter 2189 - 2178: Blood Python Soul Devouring

The two exchanged a fist salute and prepared to leave. After taking a few steps, Beiming, who was standing there, suddenly darkened his face and shouted, "Nantong, I remember your disciple caused some trouble on my territory a few days ago, right? You should stay and explain it well."

Nantong, hearing this, hesitated for a moment before quickly turning around with a flattering smile: "Big Brother Beiming, it was all a misunderstanding, let me explain to you."

Beiming coldly snorted at his words, grasped the void, and Nantong’s figure flew towards him. Xiluo saw this, sped up and hurried out of the cave, not wanting to get involved in this matter.

Seeing Xiluo’s figure disappear at the cave entrance, Beiming finally revealed a sinister smile: "Nantong, in consideration of you following me for so many years, let’s just let this matter pass. Do not let there be a next time, understand?"

Nantong promptly nodded in agreement, like a chicken pecking at grains, but he didn’t notice the trace of cunning on Beiming’s face.

Such a trivial matter is of no concern to Beiming, the esteemed Lord of the Four Directions. He merely wanted an excuse to leave Nantong alone.

Patting Nantong’s shoulder, Beiming now exuded a kind of regal authority over his subjects: "Nantong, you’ve worked for me for so long; this time, I have something I want you to accomplish. Do you have the courage?"

Upon hearing this, Nantong kneeled on one knee, his tone becoming exceedingly respectful: "For the rest of my life, I am determined to follow Lord Beiming, fearless of any hardship."

Beiming nodded with satisfaction but did not help Nantong up. Instead, he put his hands behind his back, gesturing with an aged demeanor: "Did you notice anything about the Red Gold Bracelet on Xiluo’s wrist just now?"

After pondering for a moment, Nantong awkwardly replied: "I’m not capable, please enlighten me, Lord Beiming."

With a wave of his long sleeve, Beiming could no longer hide the venom in his tone: "If I’m not mistaken, White Sky Venerable wants Xiluo dead!"

Without waiting for Nantong’s shock, Beiming continued to explain: "That Red Gold Bracelet is named ’Blood Python Soul Devouring,’ a demon device."

"In times of danger for the wearer, Blood Python Soul Devouring can release the spiritual energy of a Saint Middle Stage expert to save the wearer’s life."

With a mock laugh, Beiming moved his steps lightly, his tone becoming playful: "But the most crucial and terrifying aspect is, when the wearer’s life is at stake and inputs their spiritual energy into it, their power will surge by two layers within an hour!"

Two layers of power!?

In the Sub-Saint Realm, advancing by one layer is akin to ascending to heaven, and yet this bracelet can surge by two layers in a short time; it’s practically a holy artifact, how could it be a demon device?

Immediately, Nantong asked with a puzzled look: "Lord Beiming, since the bracelet has such mysteries, it should be a holy artifact, how could it be a demon device?"

With a cold laugh, Beiming turned his back to Nantong and explained: "Everything comes at a cost. Surging two layers of power within a short time, and after an hour, the bracelet will backfire!"

"I remember the ancient book records, using a demon device like Blood Python Soul Devouring, at worst, will lead to broken meridians, reducing one to a cripple; at best, it will cause deviation and death!"

"Hiss..."

Such shocking news was hard for Nantong to accept at once. After a long while, he managed to speak: "Considering this, why doesn’t Lord Beiming..."

"Why not inform Xiluo, right?" Beiming’s eyes turned sinister at this moment, and his black robe billowed without wind as he walked up to Nantong playfully: "If I help Xiluo, I would be opposing White Sky Venerable."

"From the start, White Sky Venerable has been using Xiluo. It’s laughable that fool Xiluo thinks he’s trusted and valued by the Venerable, not realizing he’s just a pawn in their eyes."

Helping the kneeling Nantong to his feet, Beiming continued to coldly smile: "If Dongfang Ziyue doesn’t grow rebellious, it’s fine; if she does and wants to resist the human sacrifice, I fear Xiluo, who’s guarding the Human Sacrifice Tower, won’t escape a fight."

Upon hearing this, Nantong furrowed his brows in confusion and asked respectfully: "Lord Beiming, even with a battle, with the boost from Blood Python Soul Devouring, Dongfang Ziyue would surely be left headless in an hour!"

With a derisive laugh, Beiming sneered with slight disdain: "Xiluo is a fool, and White Sky Venerable isn’t much smarter!"

Such blasphemous words, if heard by the Venerable, would never let Beiming off, yet Nantong was full of respect, bowing his head in agreement, even joining Beiming in insulting White Sky Venerable!

"The fault lies, that White Sky Venerable chose Xiluo, a useless pawn, capable of nothing but failure! Xiluo’s realm is merely Sub-Saint Realm Seventh Layer Heaven; even if he’s diligently cultivating these days to reach Sub-Saint Realm Eighth Layer Heaven, he’d still be at most a Saint Early Stage!"

"If I’m guessing right, the strength of the lackey from Dongfang Ziyue’s mouth is at least Saint Early Stage! Who do you think will die then?"

After speaking, Beiming sinisterly smiled, staring at Nantong’s odd expression, and the cave fell into an eerie silence.

Nantong didn’t expect the helper Dongfang Ziyue invited to have strength comparable to Lord Beiming’s Saint Middle Stage! Regardless of what Xiluo does, it’s merely a one-way street!

After a long silence, Beiming walked to the empty stone platform and suddenly crushed it with a stomp, the stone shards splattering onto Nantong’s face, waking him from his shock.

The stone platform crushed by Beiming was the one where the three had just gathered, but no one sat on it. Usually, the second-ranked Dongka Lord would sit here.

"If my guess is correct, Dongka already knows that guy’s identity, and whether Dongfang Ziyue has rebellious thoughts, Dongka knows it clearly as well!"

With a cold snort, Beiming continued: "My servant just informed me that Dongka claimed to be unwell and couldn’t come, but my spy just saw Dongka returning with the two to his dwelling!"

"Crack!"

With fists clenched tightly, the muscles of Beiming’s hands bulged, emitting a piercing sound that echoed in the cave, strangely abrupt.

"Hahaha... Dongka, clever throughout his life, has the sole weakness of Dongfang Ziyue, and this time he even dares to defy the clan’s taboo to help her!"

Piecing together the events that transpired, the scheming Beiming could easily guess the outcome. Not only that, but the deepest greed within Beiming slowly surfaced.

"Nantong, would you like only two Lords within the Beiyao Ancient Clan?" Beiming’s voice was like the Nine Nether Hell, yet to Nantong’s ears, it seemed like a demonic whisper, impossible to refuse.

"Please enlighten me, Lord Beiming!"