Mr. Turner had a dark, thin face and a frail-looking body, with a blue robe hanging on him as if it were draped over a rack. This guy wasn’t actually ugly, but he had an indescribable air of hostility, as if the whole world owed him something, and he looked at everything with obvious displeasure.

He looked at the two cultivators with utter disdain and said, “You dare come to this place? Are you looking to die?”

The two cultivators had no idea who he was. In the cultivation world, fame often didn’t match the face, especially with high-level cultivators—very few had ever seen them in person. For example, if Mr. Turner told them his name, the two would absolutely run away in terror. But would Mr. Turner tell them? Obviously not.

Mr. Turner mocked them carelessly. He had just been struck with an axe by Brian Brooks. Although he wasn’t hurt, he had lost the chance to enter immediately, and he was truly furious inside.

With a sullen face and a hint of unwillingness, he watched. He didn’t dare rush in right away. With his strength, seeing Brian Brooks break through the defense, he could have done the same. But with Mr. Harris inside, who knew if they were lying in ambush? If he went in, he might fall into a trap, and he wasn’t that stupid.

The two cultivators were indignant—why say we’re looking to die?

The burly man in the lead sized up Mr. Turner from head to toe but didn’t see anything special about him.

Mr. Turner was extremely cunning. He had used special means to conceal his cultivation, so from the outside, no one could tell his level. Any cultivator looking at him would think he was completely unremarkable. And cultivators were all proud and arrogant—how could they tolerate such words?

“Skinny monkey, who do you think you are? You say we’re looking to die? You’re the one looking to die!”

Immediately, the other cultivator grew bolder. A smile suddenly appeared on Mr. Turner’s face, and he said leisurely, “Go on, go on... I just love hearing people curse at me!”

The two of them immediately started cursing him out, using the nastiest words they could think of. Both believed that, since they outnumbered him, they could definitely win. It was just that the other party was too calm, making them hesitate to make a move for the moment.

Suddenly, Mr. Turner moved. The speed was terrifyingly fast. The burly man in the lead didn’t even have time to react before everything went black and he was knocked out. He didn’t even know how Mr. Turner had struck him.

When he woke up, he found himself and his companion hanging from the branches of an ancient tree, and that skinny guy was floating not far in front of them.

All of a sudden, he realized—this guy had been pretending to be weak! He must be a famous expert in the cultivation world! Cold sweat immediately broke out all over him.

At this point, the burly man tried to struggle, only to find his cultivation had been sealed. He couldn’t figure out at all how this guy could be so strong.

Mr. Turner didn’t dare to immediately follow the path William Harris had taken. He needed some time to wait for William Harris and the others to leave. If they were lying in ambush, they wouldn’t wait long—he was quite confident about that. So, with nothing to do, and two clueless cultivators showing up, he was happy to play with them and kill some time.

“Not bad, both of you have reached Nascent Soul stage. Heh, you probably don’t know—I just love playing with Nascent Souls...”

The two cultivators were scared out of their wits.

“Y-you... who are you... Senior... you can’t do this...”

Mr. Turner was thoroughly enjoying himself. He said, “Come on, say something nice... Maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll spare your lives. Hahaha.”

“Senior, please be magnanimous and spare us juniors, we...”

“Smack! Smack!”

Mr. Turner raised his hand and gave them each a slap. His hands were like steel plates, instantly knocking out their teeth and sending blood and flesh flying.

“I want to hear something nice!”

The two were about to cry. What did he mean by ‘something nice’? How were they supposed to say it? Could he give them a standard? In the end, they couldn’t say a single word.

……

William Harris and his group of three entered the forbidden formation, right next to a stone wall. William Harris said, “Hold on a moment, let’s get ready to act!”

He led the three behind the stone wall, where the vegetation was dense, making it hard to see outside. Likewise, it was hard to see in from the outside. Plus, with a protective barrier, sound couldn’t travel through either.

Grace Morgan said, “Are you guarding against the Butcher?”

William Harris nodded, “He has the ability to break through this gap. I don’t want that guy following us. If he comes in, we’ll take him out!”

Brian Brooks said, “No problem!”

The three waited for about a quarter of an hour. William Harris couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh, “Didn’t expect the Butcher to be so cautious. He won’t be coming in for now—he probably guessed we’d be lying in wait. Let’s go! Time is of the essence. We all know the benefits of getting in first. Also, about how to divide things, I have a suggestion.”

Grace Morgan said, “Go ahead!”

Brian Brooks also said, “Alright, let’s hear it.”

“We’ll take turns picking. For example, I’ll pick first this time, then Brian Brooks, then Grace Morgan. Next round, Brian Brooks goes first, then Grace Morgan, then me... and so on in a cycle!”

“Of course, when it’s all over, we can still trade to get back anything someone else picked first.”

Grace Morgan nodded in satisfaction, “That’s good!”

Brian Brooks was a bit confused, but seeing Grace Morgan agree, he figured it was fine. Grace Morgan was such a shrewd person—if she agreed, he probably wouldn’t lose out. He said, “Alright, I’ll go with your plan!”