“Can he still recover?” Su Qi asked from behind, “Doesn’t his ability have a slowing effect? Perhaps, after a while…”

Jiang Wang didn’t speak, only shook his head.

Among the three people from Seven Stars Valley who entered the Divine Abode, he and Qing Qishu were the most familiar.

The first person he met upon entering the Mori Sea Origin Realm was Qing Qishu.

This guy was boisterous and overly confident.

He looked down on this and looked down on that.

At the same time, he was also very simple. He believed whatever Jiang Wang said, calling him Mr. Zhang with every breath, and even completely accepted Jiang Wang’s fabricated methods for “getting a sweetheart,” foolishly trying them on Qinghua every day.

To die in battle is a warrior’s honor, and Qing Qishu also became the hero he wanted to be.

Saying he was sad wouldn’t be quite right.

Jiang Wang simply felt regret.

At least, he really wanted to see this guy “get a sweetheart.”

Silence lingered for a while.

Wu Quji suddenly spoke up and asked, “Yan Xiao is dead, why hasn’t the exit passage opened yet?”

Jiang Wang quickly composed himself, stood up, and his expression turned serious.

He realized the problem.

As “Dragon God Envoys” summoned here, after killing Yan Xiao, that Dragon God should have opened the exit passage for them. Of course, there should also be rewards.

But now Yan Xiao was dead. Yet that Dragon God hadn’t reacted at all.

He was certain that all the damage was caused by them, these “descenders,” and would never trigger Yan Xiao’s resurrection condition. Yan Xiao should be thoroughly dead—if everything the old priest of the Saint Clan said was true.

Then, where was the exit passage?

Or were they not fulfilling the Dragon God’s divine will? Was the Dragon God’s request not for them to kill Yan Xiao?

Was there an oversight in Qinghua’s transmission or the priest’s interpretation?

Or perhaps… was it intentional?

“Let’s leave here first,” Jiang Wang said.

In any case, there was no point in staying here and spacing out.

Either find the reason or return to the Divine Abode to ask.

He walked to Yan Xiao’s corpse, looking at the two of them. “I need Yan Xiao’s Beak; you can communicate any ideas you have.”

He had jokingly asked Qing Qishu how he could be killed.

At that time, Qing Qishu was choked and didn’t say anything.

Yan Xiao gave him the answer.

Yan Xiao’s Beak could suppress Qing Qishu’s powerful recovery ability.

Wu Quji said very directly, “Su Qi should choose second; I didn’t contribute as much as you to killing Yan Xiao.”

In his words, the order of dividing Yan Xiao’s corpse was already determined.

Su Qi then said, “I’m sorry I haven’t been honest all along. Actually, I’m from the Stealing Heaven Mansion, and my real name is Su Qiyun.”

Perhaps because her true face had been exposed, or perhaps because this battle had increased trust, she had no objections to the distribution at all, only reintroduced herself.

Jiang Wang glanced at her, somewhat surprised. The Stealing Heaven Mansion and the Liangshan Tower were sects of completely different levels. The latter was simply not in the mainstream, while the former could even be compared to the Eastern Royal Valley.

Su Qiyun explained, “I was just borrowing the identity of Liangshan Tower to participate in the Seven Stars Tower Secret Realm.”

A sect of the Stealing Heaven Mansion’s level could not possibly belong to the Qi Kingdom, while the Seven Stars Secret Realm was open to Qi people.

“It doesn’t matter.” Using Changxiangsi, he cut off Yan Xiao’s beak decisively. Jiang Wang said, “You know, I’m not Zhang Linchuan either.”

Wu Quji was stunned. So, I’m the only one with a real name?

“Actually, I knew about you a long time ago.” Su Qiyun said, bending down to cut off Yan Xiao’s right wing. “I’ll take the wings.”

Jiang Wang naturally knew that his information was no secret to Su Qiyun, and casually said, “Am I that famous?”

“Xiaoyu…” Su Qiyun’s movements paused, and she continued, “Xiaoyu and Biqiong are good friends. Biqiong mentioned you in a letter the other day.”

Probably because Yan Xiao had been killed, she could finally mention the name “Xiaoyu.”

“Zhu Biqiong?” He didn’t expect to hear a friend’s name so far away in the Mori Sea Origin Realm connected to the Seven Stars Tower Secret Realm. Jiang Wang was a little curious. “What did she say?”

He didn’t doubt the veracity.

First of all, Su Qiyun had no need to lie about this. If she wanted to curry favor, she should have done so the first day they met, not now. Secondly, the Fishing Sea Tower and the Stealing Heaven Mansion could be considered sects of the same level, and that Xiaoyu did indeed have the possibility of being friends with Zhu Biqiong.

“She said you were a good person,” Su Qiyun said.

“That’s it?”

Su Qiyun got up to look for the other wing. “What else do you want? Say how you squeezed her, making a dignified disciple of a famous sect work to death in your broken town while you ran to Linzi to enjoy yourself?”

Jiang Wang rubbed his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed.

This also explained why Su Qiyun was willing to believe him from the beginning. It wasn’t just because she had investigated his information, but also because of Zhu Biqiong’s “guarantee.”

Wu Quji listened silently for a while, not interfering with their conversation, only saying, “I want everything you leave behind. I want to go back to my sect to study Yan Xiao’s corpse and see why it could be immortal.”

Jiang Wang was surprised. “Can your storage box fit it?”

The larger the storage space, the more expensive the storage box.

Ordinary storage boxes have very limited storage space. Usually, the inside is divided into grid-like compartments, each of which can hold some things, but not much. They are used to hold clothes, medicine bottles, dao yuan stones, and so on. A corpse the size of Yan Xiao would not fit in.

Like the one Jiang Wang often used, it only had twenty compartments.

“Just dismember it,” Wu Quji said in a flat tone.

“Oh.” Jiang Wang’s reaction was also very calm.

He was cutting the beak, and Su Qiyun was cutting the wings. This was already “dismembering” Yan Xiao; it was just that Wu Quji probably had to do it more “meticulously.”

After he “cleaned up” Yan Xiao,

Jiang Wang picked up Qing Qishu’s body. “Let’s go.”

He was going to send him back to the Divine Abode for burial, after all.

Directly leaping up, he had a strange feeling when flying out of the Yan Nest. His whole body was dazed for a moment, and then he was already in front of the wooden house.

The wooden house was still the same wooden house, but in the Yan Nest under the eaves, there was no longer the tailless swallow sticking its head out.

Jiang Wang turned around and walked out. Yan Xiao was dead, and he had no intention of entering the wooden house to explore. Right now, the exit passage was the priority; he didn’t want to be trapped here for the rest of his life.

Su Qiyun and Wu Quji had nothing to say either.

The Suspended Head Forest was still eerie, but because Yan Xiao was dead and the corpses had been completely divided by them, there was no longer the tension from when they first arrived.

“No more heads will be hung up in the future; the Suspended Head Forest will soon become history.” Wu Quji couldn’t help but look at Qing Qishu and sigh.

When entering the Suspended Head Forest, Qing Qishu had said, “In the future, the one hanging on this tree might be me, or it might be my child.”

Perhaps it was this sentence that made him make up his mind and give up everything for it.

“Hopefully,” Jiang Wang said.

They were silent all the way.

Until they were about to walk out of the Suspended Head Forest, Jiang Wang stopped and looked up at the sky. “It’s getting dark. It should still be a while; tonight’s darkness has come early.”

“Days are sometimes longer and sometimes shorter. This is also normal,” Wu Quji said.

“Let’s travel overnight,” Su Qiyun said. “Yan Xiao is dead anyway. There’s nothing to be afraid of at night.”

Jiang Wang quickly turned back. “No, we’re going back!”

Wu Quji and Su Qiyun didn’t understand why, but after all, they had just established trust, so they turned around with him.

The wind howled.

The three of them rushed back to the forest and saw the wooden house.

Jiang Wang had already taken out the Divine Dragon Incense he found on Qing Qishu and lit it with a flick of his finger.

“What’s wrong?” Wu Quji had just spoken.

Darkness fell before his eyes.

The Mori Sea Origin Realm’s night suddenly descended.