As the night deepened, the Xiaoyao Peak fell into complete silence.
Led by the purple-robed attendant, the first squad quickly infiltrated the Xiaoyao Palace.
Ye Kong was contemplating the second special item when he suddenly looked up, a helpless smile creeping onto his lips.
"Release the sleeping fumes!" The purple-robed attendant commanded.
Several disciples from the Yu Shou Peak quickly lit several sticks of the sleeping fumes, propelled them with magic, and fed them through the door crevices into the entire palace.
The hall was immediately filled with a grayish white haze.
Ye Kong inhaled a few breaths and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"It smells like the cigarettes from my past life. How did they make it?"
Ye Kong felt exhilarated and put down the second special item, rising to start practicing Tai Chi.
In his previous life, he loved smoking while doing Tai Chi.
He felt as if he were floating in the clouds, becoming a world-renowned master.
"Hmm? Why am I feeling more awake?" The purple-robed attendant said in surprise. "Quickly increase the dosage."
"Senior Brother, this dosage can knock out all the female gorillas in the Xingyuan Zoo!" One disciple exclaimed.
"It's fine, just increase the dosage. At most, it'll make him sleep for ten days or half a month," the purple-robed attendant insisted.
Half an incense stick later...
Ye Kong was still practicing Tai Chi, with vigorous movements.
A disciple asked puzzledly, "Senior Brother, did we bring the wrong incense? Fengzi's sleeping incense is supposed to knock anyone out with just one sniff!"
He was already indulging in the haze inside!
"It must be the wrong one," the purple-robed attendant lamented, picking up a stick of sleeping fumes and lighting it in front of the disciples.
He prepared to test it.
The disciples leaned in for a sniff and immediately stumbled.
Thud...
They all fell!
...
At the Bitter Sea's edge.
Qin Shou pulled out a golden bowl from his pants and searched around.
"Have you set up the forbidden formation?" Qin Shou asked.
"Don't worry, Fengzi. We've set up a forbidden formation to block off all scents. Even if the fierce beast screams its throat raw, it won't make a difference," they reassured him.
They had prepared thoroughly this time, covering themselves with a special powder from the Yu Shou Peak that could effectively block the senses of beastly creatures.
"This is the right ant nest, without a doubt."
Qin Shou lit the sleeping incense and dug open the ant nest.
He clearly saw a small black ant hugging an ant queen, fast asleep.
With the speed honed from years of singledom, Qin Shou quickly lifted the golden bowl and trapped the small black ant!
Buzz!
The golden bowl vibrated, shimmering with golden light and transforming into a sphere.
"Haha, this golden bowl is my treasure. It can trap Yuan Ying fierce beasts!" Qin Shou rejoiced, grabbing the bowl and preparing to flee.
The small black ant woke up from the shaking of the bowl, with the ant queen in its arms filled with fear.
The small black ant showed anger, its ant claws fiercely striking the golden bowl.
Ding dong!
With a loud bang, the golden bowl slipped out of Qin Shou's hands and flew away.
"A futile struggle," Qin Shou sneered. "Isn't my treasure amazing?"
The small black ant's expression turned even angrier, its body凝聚 with blood qi, striking out another punch.
Crack!
Cracks appeared on the golden bowl!
"This... how could this be?" Qin Shou was stunned.
This golden bowl was a Yuan Ying treasure!
Crack, crack!
As the small black ant continued to strike the bowl, cracks spread everywhere, and finally, the bowl shattered into a burst of golden light.
"My... my treasure!" Qin Shou's heart ached. His egg was broken!
Without time for more lamentation, Qin Shou only felt several black lines flash before his eyes.
Bang, bang, bang!
He felt countless immense forces striking his body, as if it were about to shatter.
The other Yu Shou Peak disciples also cried out in pain.
"Help! Help!"
The Yu Shou Peak disciples shouted in desperation.
But they had set up the forbidden formation earlier, and nothing could escape it.
"Fengzi, hurry and lift the forbidden formation!"
Qin Shou didn't respond. He was being molded into a ball by the small black ant and used as a soccer ball.
"Qin Shou, Qin Shou, hurry up!" A panicked disciple blurted out Fengzi's real name.
"Ah! Ah! Don't kick me there, don't kick me there, Brother Ant..."
The disciples wailed through the night.
Ye Kong had another peaceful night's sleep.
Cultivators themselves do not need sleep, dedicating all their time to cultivation.
But cultivation was useless for Ye Kong. He only needed to maintain his good looks, fish, and he could achieve breakthroughs.
"Alas, I had wanted to be an ordinary cultivator, toiling day and night, battling fierce beasts everywhere, seeking chances for breakthroughs. But this system won't let me experience the joy of being an ordinary cultivator. What kind of human suffering is this?" Ye Kong lamented.
Due to the Xuan Huang Sutra, he felt that his cultivation would surpass the entire continent's spirit energy if he continued to make breakthroughs.
"Stop sleeping and get up!" Ye Kong kicked the purple-robed cultivator's face.
The Yu Shou Peak disciples woke up groggily and were startled to see Ye Kong.
"What are you doing here?" Ye Kong asked suspiciously.
"We..." The purple-robed attendant thought, they couldn't tell the truth and let this guy know about the spirit beasts on Xiaoyao Peak. "We were meditating last night and found the scenery of Xiaoyao Peak delightful, and Uncle Ye so handsome, so we inadvertently wandered here in our sleep!"
"We'll be leaving now, we'll be leaving now," the purple-robed attendant hurriedly made his way back.
Passing the Bitter Sea, they noticed the forbidden formation was still in place and knew something was wrong. They lifted the formation and found Fengzi Qin Shou and the disciples lying on the ground, groaning.
Their voices were hoarse.
Their throats were truly raw from shouting, yet no one came to their rescue.
"Fengzi, let's go!" The purple-robed attendant quickly picked up Fengzi and hurried out of Xiaoyao Peak.
They never wanted to come here again!
"Hmm? Isn't that the leader of Yu Shou Peak? Why are they all bruised and battered? Did they encounter bandits?" Coincidentally, Chen Changqing was on his way to Xiaoyao Peak to "visit" Lin Yaotiao.
Qin Shou was about to speak when the colorful parrot squawked, "Qin Shou steals ants, Qin Shou's treasure is broken!"
The parrot had also been beaten and its pronunciation was off, which Chen Changqing heard as, "Qin Shou steals people, Qin Shou's treasure is broken!"
The Little Sword God Chen Changqing was momentarily stunned. Did the leader of Yu Shou Peak sneak around and steal someone last night?
And his treasure was broken!
"Qin Shou steals people, Qin Shou's treasure is broken," the colorful parrot screeched loudly.
Many disciples passing by heard this and looked at each other with strange expressions.
"Go to hell!" Qin Shou cursed.
This time, he had no face left!
...
Having encountered the people-stealing Qin Shou, Chen Changqing, with his left hand on his back holding a long scroll and his right hand fanning a folding fan, leisurely walked to Xiaoyao Peak.
"I wonder how Yaotiao's cultivation is progressing. What kind of cultivation resources can Xiaoyao Peak offer her?"
Chen Changqing was extremely dismissive. The long scroll in his left hand was a top-tier sword technique.
Sword techniques and magical arts were ranked similarly, from Divine to Yellow, with Yellow being the lowest and Divine being the highest.
Of course, there were also rumors of the Mythical tier.
And the sword technique he brought today was—the peak of the ninth level of the superior grade of the mysterious sword technique!
"Hmph, just a woman who hasn't seen the world."
"When she realizes that Xiaoyao Peak can't offer her any significant cultivation resources, and I can easily give her the peak of the ninth level of the superior grade of the mysterious sword technique, won't she willingly undress and come to me?"