Chapter 14238 How could they be willing to accept this?

Chapter 14238 How could they be willing to accept this?
A drop of blood, imbued with essence and the mark of the soul, seeped from his fingertip. The blood was so red it was almost blinding, as if it were the blood flowing from the heart of Venerable Red Cliff.

He trembled as he merged the blood bead into the contract, as if he were staking his own soul into it.

Contract complete!
In an instant, a golden light flashed by, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, before disappearing into the void and being supervised by the Heavenly Dao!

This means that the contract has been recognized by the Heavenly Dao, and once violated, it will inevitably be punished by the Heavenly Dao, and no one can escape it.

Ling Xiao looked at the completed contract, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He deftly put away the jade box, which seemed to become incredibly docile in his hands.

Then, he carefully put away the floating contract, which exuded a heavy aura of debt, as if it were an incomparably precious treasure.

At this moment, a satisfied smile finally appeared on his face. The smile was like the spring sunshine, warm and bright, but it was extremely glaring in the eyes of Venerable Red Cliff.

He even "kindly" reminded the crumbling Venerable Red Cliff, "Venerable Red Cliff, remember to pay the interest on time."

"If the deadline is missed, it won't be as simple as just being relocated from this area."

The voice seemed concerned, but it was actually full of threat.

Red Cliff Venerable felt a sudden dizziness, his body swaying uncontrollably, like a withered leaf in a gale, about to be blown to the ground at any moment.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that they made a "crunching" sound in his mouth, veins bulged on his forehead, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, soaking his clothes.

He mustered all his strength to prevent the dizziness from completely overwhelming him and causing him to faint on the spot.

At this moment, he was like a lone boat tossed about in a storm, in danger of being swallowed by the surging waves at any moment. But the indomitable will in his heart was like a lighthouse, supporting him to barely stand.

Seeing this, Ling Xiao and his two companions stopped lingering. With cold expressions and firm steps, they turned around and stepped onto the dilapidated teleportation platform.

The teleportation platform, which had originally shone with a mysterious light, now appeared somewhat dim, as if it too had been through the baptism of this great battle and was exhausted.

Six silent holy puppets stood quietly around like the most loyal guards, their bodies tall and exuding a cold aura.

Ling Xiao waved his hand, chanting incantations. A flash of light appeared, and the six holy puppets were instantly put away, as if they had never existed.

Immediately afterwards, the teleportation array began to operate, and a dazzling beam of teleportation light shone forth, its radiance as intense as the blazing sun, blinding people.

The beam of light quickly engulfed their figures, which gradually blurred in the light and eventually disappeared, leaving only an empty teleportation platform.

On the desolate ruins of Shengxing Mountain, there was an overwhelming, pungent smell of blood, so strong it was almost tangible, making one want to vomit.

The air still held a lingering atmosphere of despair and debt, like an invisible net enveloping the entire Shengxing Mountain.

The Venerable Red Cliff stood alone amidst the ruins, his figure appearing so small and helpless.

He was listless and his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if all his vitality had been drained away, like a soulless walking corpse.

His hair was disheveled and hanging loosely over his shoulders, his clothes were tattered and covered in blood and dust, and he looked extremely disheveled.

Before the light of the teleportation completely dissipated, Ling Bi's cold voice seemed to come softly. The voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, clear yet with a hint of coldness. Only Ling Xiao could hear it clearly: "Brother, you should probably be prepared."

“This ‘debt’…someone is coming to collect it.”

Her voice carried a hint of worry and vigilance, as if she sensed impending danger.

Ling Xiao smiled slightly, a smile as sharp and cold as lightning in the night.

The corners of his mouth curled into an even sharper arc, like a drawn blade radiating a chilling light.

The Demon Lord's Black Heaven Sword, hidden in his sleeve, seemed to sense its master's fighting spirit, emitting an excited chirping sound, like the beating of a war drum, making one's blood boil.

The void warship quickly started up, like a huge black beast, leaving a black trail in the dark universe.

It flew away quickly, leaving the devastated ruins of Holy Mountain behind in the cold darkness.

The ruins appeared even more desolate and lonely in the darkness, as if they were a corner forgotten by the world.

On the bridge, Ling Xiao stood quietly, his eyes deep and cold, as if he could see through the endless darkness.

He toyed with the heavy jade box between his fingers. The jade box emitted a warm glow, but it could not conceal the allure of the treasures inside.

His divine sense swept over the mountains of spirit crystals and radiant spiritual objects, a cold sneer playing on his lips.

The mockery was like a cold winter wind, sending chills down one's spine.

"Four hundred million mid-grade spirit crystals? They couldn't scrape together that much even if they squeezed them dry."

He scoffed, his laughter filled with disdain and mockery.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the cold jade box, as if tapping on the fate of Holy Mountain. "However, this little bit of wealth is enough for them to suffer for a thousand years."

"I want them to know that the price of provoking me is something they can't afford."

His voice was deep and powerful, like a curse from hell, inspiring awe.

Ling Bi stood quietly by the porthole, her posture upright and elegant, like a snow lotus standing proudly in the cold wind.

Her pure white dress shimmered with a soft and mysterious light under the reflection of the swirling nebulae outside the window, as if she had merged with the vast universe.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze passing through the transparent porthole as she stared at the colorful, ever-changing nebulae outside. Her eyes were cold and still, like a bottomless, icy pool, without the slightest ripple.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice like a clear mountain spring, crisp yet carrying a cold indifference that kept people at a distance: "They will not accept this."

Xiao Lianzhu stood quietly not far from Ling Bi. She was graceful and beautiful, but her face was solemn.

Hearing Ling Bi's words, she nodded slightly and echoed, "We've really offended them. Shengxing Mountain is a respectable place in this world, usually high and mighty. They've never suffered such humiliation before."

"Now that we've outmaneuvered them and emptied their coffers, they certainly won't let this go unpunished."

"They will surely be plotting in secret, looking for an opportunity to retaliate against us."

"Willingly?"

Ling Xiao, who had been sitting quietly to the side, suddenly let out a cold laugh as if he had heard something extremely funny when he heard their conversation.

He slowly raised his head, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a chilling coldness like a frozen pool, as if it could freeze one's soul.