Xue Chunyu was consumed by a hatred that could only be quelled by killing Liu Wuxie today, even if it meant offending the Treasure Pill Pavilion. 0

The experts of the Xue Clan surrounded Liu Wuxie, intent on preventing his escape.0

“If anyone dares to touch him, I’ll kill you all!” Mu Yueying declared, a small, peculiar cauldron materializing in her hand, radiating a fierce aura.2

This caused Liu Wuxie to narrow his eyes, recognizing it as a magical artifact capable of size manipulation.0

Weapons were meticulously classified according to the user’s level of cultivation. Common people wielded ordinary weapons; those in the Xiantian Realm utilized spiritual artifacts; individuals in the Spirit Cleansing Realm employed profound artifacts; those in the Marrow Cleansing Realm used vajra artifacts; and those in the True Core Realm operated magical artifacts.0

There weren’t many magical artifacts in the Great Yan Dynasty, and Mu Yueying had one.0

As Xue Chunyu gazed at the cauldron, his expression darkened. He couldn’t identify it as a magical artifact, but he could feel the intense pressure it emitted. Leaving in such a manner would tarnish the Xue Clan’s reputation in the Imperial City.2

“Since that’s the case, don’t blame me for not being...0