Chapter 1803: The Ancient Sage of the Witch Soul Masters

"On the Master Continent, everything is done with rules and propriety. The Spirit Race is precisely a place without rules. Many appraisal masters talk irresponsibly, making the prices of items bizarre and chaotic."

The ancient sage elder shook his head, seemingly disapproving of such matters.

The Heterogeneous Spirit Race follows the law of the jungle. The profession of appraisal master relies on eyesight and reputation for a living; their true strength is only average. When appraising ordinary treasures, they might tell the truth, but once they encounter some powerful figures, they become insincere.

No one knows if they might be killed by a powerful figure in a fit of anger.

Because of poor eyesight, some bought counterfeit goods and sought appraisal masters to identify them, only to be executed because the latter told the truth... There have been many such cases.

Thus, an appraisal master's words are seventy percent false and thirty percent true.

But this profession must still exist; otherwise, the market would be even more chaotic.

"When you assigned them tasks, did you explicitly require real data instead of exaggeration?" asked the ancient sage elder.

"I specifically instructed them, but still, some people wrote prices that are a bit outrageous!"

said the middle-aged man.

"Drag out the outrageous ones and kill them! After killing a few, they'll surely behave and dare not write recklessly!"

With a snort, the ancient sage elder's killing intent spread out, and the surroundings instantly seemed to plunge into a world of frost. The tree where Zhang Xuan was hiding was invaded, its leaves turning yellow.

An ancient sage powerhouse was too formidable; even a casual leak of power was unbearable.

"This aura..."

Zhang Xuan's heart stirred.

What the other emitted appeared to be a frosty aura, but actually carried a sense of yin-cold, giving a feeling of falling into hell.

Only one kind of person could emit such power... a Witch Soul Master!

Could it be that this elder was an ancient sage among Witch Soul Masters?

"Hmm?"

He sensed something amiss with the other party, and the elder seemed to also detect a witch soul in the tree, frowning slightly.

"Ancient Sage Moling, what's wrong?"

Seeing his expression, the middle-aged man looked over in confusion.

"Nothing!"

Waving his hand, Ancient Sage Moling instructed: "Go back first. Do as I said—kill a few first and let them see; they'll probably behave soon."

"Yes!" The middle-aged man nodded, said no more, turned and walked back, disappearing from the spot after a short time.

Seeing him leave, the elder neither advanced nor left, but stood still in place.

"Have I been discovered?"

Zhang Xuan, hiding in the tree, couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

His concealment technique, though not the best in the world, with his mental state breaking through 30.0, even an ancient sage would find it hard to detect.

Just now, his soul power fluctuated briefly but was immediately suppressed. Under normal circumstances, even if a Spirit Emperor came in person, it wouldn't be easy to discover him. How did this one detect it?

"Go!"

Seeing the elder standing still, his spirit seemingly locking onto him, Zhang Xuan knew that if he didn't flee now, he would have no chance. He hesitated no longer, shook his witch soul, and plunged straight into the ground.

"Can't hold back anymore?"

Seeing him move, the elder, Ancient Sage Moling, smiled lightly. His eyes suddenly opened, flashing a dazzling light like the morning sun, and then he stomped his foot heavily on the ground.

Boom!

The earth immediately shook. A wave of energy rippled outward from under his feet like water patterns.

Zhang Xuan's witch soul had just touched the ground, able to easily burrow in, but now it felt like hitting a steel plate, blocked by the water ripples, stumbling and falling to the ground.

"Damn..."

Seeing that the other party casually blocked his escape route with a single stomp, Zhang Xuan's face turned ugly.

He was now just a pure witch soul, without the Demonic Saber, the Cruel One, the Dragon Bone Divine Spear, or anything else on him. If he were truly trapped here by this ancient sage, he would surely die!

Whoosh!

Knowing the ground was sealed and escape was nearly impossible, Zhang Xuan's witch soul leaped and rushed into the air.

"If I let you escape, I wouldn't deserve to be an ancient sage..."

Raising his eyebrows, the elder raised his wrist in the air.

Swish!

A yin-cold aura enveloped the area around the tree. Before Zhang Xuan could reach the air, he stiffened again, as if falling into a swamp.

"Break!"

He extended a finger and tapped lightly.

Swish!

The surrounding space rippled and cracked.

Previously, he needed the Dragon Bone Divine Spear to break space and form a passage. Now, with his cultivation reaching the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm, a casual finger point could easily accomplish it.

"Hmph!"

As if expecting this move, Ancient Sage Moling curled his lips and clapped his hands together.

The torn裂缝 immediately restored to its original state. The space that had just been breakable became as hard as iron in an instant, and even with Zhang Xuan's current strength, he couldn't tear it anymore.

An ancient sage was simply too powerful. Without trump cards like the Cruel One or the Demonic Saber, Zhang Xuan's current strength was no match.

"Flaw!"

Knowing that if trapped, he might really fall, Zhang Xuan dared not hold back any trump cards. His spirit rapidly operated.

Rustle!

The Library trembled, and a book appeared in his mind.

He quickly tapped his finger, and the book's content flowed into his mind.

In an instant, all the flaws of the sealed space before him appeared in his memory.

"So that's it..."

Zhang Xuan suddenly understood.

The other party had sealed the space using a witch soul. Though it seemed solid, it actually had many loopholes.

His witch soul stepped back and tapped lightly with his foot.

Rustle!

He precisely tapped a flaw, and the just-stabilized space cracked again.

"Hmm?"

Not expecting a mere Immortal Realm witch soul to easily break his seal, Ancient Sage Moling frowned. Disregarding his status, he grabbed in the air.

Seeing seven or eight flaws in the opponent's palm at a glance, Zhang Xuan did not dodge but charged forward.

Swish!

His figure had already entered the裂缝, about to teleport away.

"Stay!"

Seeing that this guy dared to tear space and leave even under his attack, Ancient Sage Moling's face darkened. He opened and closed his hands wide.

Under the pressure of the force, the裂缝 converged again. If Zhang Xuan couldn't hold on, he would be ground to dust on the spot.

Unflustered, Zhang Xuan exhaled a turbid breath. His witch soul's arm instantly extended over a hundred meters and tapped precisely at one point.

Stumbling back!

Ancient Sage Moling's power immediately broke, and he involuntarily retreated two steps.

"Whoosh!"

Unable to hold back any longer, a witch soul leaped out from between his brows.

In an instant, a cold wind swept through the entire courtyard, and a sinister aura enveloped heaven and earth.

"Farewell!"

Swish!

Just as his witch soul left his body, a faint voice sounded in his ear. Then, the裂缝 before him vanished with a "whoosh," and the witch soul from before had already disappeared without a trace.