Leonard Harper's body was hidden in the darkness. William Harper could feel Leonard Harper's cold, sinister gaze, and the air around them was filled with the scent of death.

"He's about to make a move." William Harper thought to himself, taking a deep breath, standing firm, and meeting Leonard Harper's eyes in silence.

Henry Harper landed beside William Harper, sensing that something was off in the atmosphere. He instantly understood, and his face turned pale.

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Chapter Seven Brothers (Humbly asking for recommendation votes)

William Harper looked at Henry Harper and asked, "Are you scared?"

Henry Harper was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"If you're not afraid, then let's go." William Harper said, still steady as he walked toward Leonard Harper, squeezing the porcelain bottle in his pocket with his right hand.

Henry Harper hesitated for a moment, then resolutely stepped forward, following behind William Harper.

The two of them slowly walked toward Leonard Harper.

"You two little brats are quite brave, but I don't like brave people." Leonard Harper bared his white teeth and gave a sinister smile. "Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"No." William Harper replied calmly.

"I didn't expect timid and cowardly William Harper to be so bold at a critical moment. I especially enjoy watching brave people struggle, wail, and beg for mercy at my hands." Leonard Harper's gaze swept over William Harper and Henry Harper. "These two have such tender skin—they should taste pretty good." In the martial world, Leonard Harper was notorious for his cruelty, and eating human flesh was something he had done more than once.

After so many brushes with death, Henry Harper was much calmer than before, but hearing Leonard Harper talk about eating their flesh still made his legs tremble. After all, he was only a fourteen-year-old boy—how could he withstand such terror?

"I bet you won't kill me." William Harper looked at Leonard Harper and said with certainty.

"Oh? Then tell me, why won't I kill you?" Leonard Harper's broad palm supported his chin as he looked at William Harper with great interest, like a cat toying with a mouse, watching William Harper's final struggle before death.

"Because of this." William Harper said, taking out a thumb-sized porcelain bottle from his pocket. He slightly opened the stopper, and a strong, bloody odor spread through the air.

Leonard Harper's nose twitched suddenly, his expression changed, and he moved in a flash. William Harper only saw a shadow flicker before his hand was empty—the porcelain bottle was already in Leonard Harper's hand.

Leonard Harper sniffed it, and the wild, bloody aura lingered in the air. Every cultivator would recognize such a primal aura. With such a powerful essence, the bottle must contain the blood of some kind of spirit creature, and not a low-level one—its rank was terrifyingly high.

William Harper's soul ring contained many treasures, including six hundred and twenty-six bottles of spirit beast blood, none of which were ordinary. They were originally meant for alchemy, but William Harper hadn't had a chance to use them before crossing into this world. The lowest grade of these spirit beast bloods was from celestial-level beasts; even a single drop would drive a low-level cultivator like Leonard Harper mad with desire.

Leonard Harper was as if struck by lightning, muttering, "How can this be? What kind of blood is this, to have such powerful spiritual energy?" Leonard Harper's face was feverish with excitement. As long as he cultivated near this drop of blood, the spiritual energy it released would allow him to advance rapidly. He didn't dare to directly refine the blood, as the energy within was far beyond what he could handle—just a touch could make him explode. As for alchemy, he didn't have that kind of skill at all.

Using spirit beast blood to cultivate was a shortcut that would destabilize one's foundation and affect future progress. The violent energy within could easily drive a cultivator mad, so William Harper avoided using it unless absolutely necessary. But for someone like Leonard Harper, the thirst for power made him ignore all that.

"Blood of the Nine Nether Spirit Fox from the Dark Nine Nether." William Harper said calmly. The Nine Nether Spirit Fox was a celestial-level spirit beast, not very aggressive but with a keen sense of smell and swift movements, making it extremely hard to catch. As a rare creature of chaotic attribute, its blood was an excellent ingredient for balancing medicinal properties. There was only a single drop in the bottle, but even that was enough to make celestial-level experts covet it.

"Nine Nether Spirit Fox?" Leonard Harper looked confused. At his current level, he couldn't possibly come into contact with such things, but from William Harper's description, the Nine Nether Spirit Fox must be an extremely high-level creature. The Dark Nine Nether was a legendary, terrifying, and mysterious place—even the head of the Hao clan's inner sect wouldn't dare enter. Leonard Harper scrutinized William Harper carefully. For the first time, he realized he couldn't quite see through William Harper. How did William Harper know about these things?

"Where did you get something like this?" Leonard Harper stared at William Harper with greed and ferocity.

William Harper sneered inwardly. This guy had finally taken the bait. As long as he didn't reveal the origin of this item, Leonard Harper would never dare kill him. This was human greed at work, and for cultivators, it was even more pronounced. In a world where life was cheap, they needed such things to avoid being killed themselves.

"If you promise to let me and Henry Harper go, I can take you to find the Nine Nether Spirit Fox." William Harper said.

"Do you take me for a fool? Take me to find the Nine Nether Spirit Fox? Do you know what level of creature that is? That's suicide!" Leonard Harper said mockingly.