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"Alright, it's time to go back and see what's actually in that Underground Secret Room." Seeing the people from the Iron Luo Sect leave completely, Qin Ming composed himself and walked toward the Underground Secret Room.

"I hope there's a Cultivation Building, and specifically one that suits me." The deeper Qin Ming went into the passage, the more nervous he became.

Cultivation Buildings were key to the progress of his strength. Because he cultivated the Primordial Chaos Technique, his progress had always been slow. Of course, this was only slow in his own opinion; compared to the Disciples of some great families, Qin Ming's speed was actually quite fast.

However, Qin Ming's enemy was the mysterious Scorpion Faction, so he remained constantly vigilant.

He wanted to advance slowly, but his enemies wouldn't let him. With the slightest lapse in attention, Qin Ming might repeat his past mistakes.

"Finally here."

Qin Ming soon arrived before the gates of what appeared to be a Cultivation Building. He took a deep breath and gently pushed the gates open.

With a creak, the gates opened to reveal a massive pool. Beside the pool stood a statue of a Demonic Beast.

A look of wild joy appeared on Qin Ming's face.

From the surface, it looked like an ordinary bathing pool. Although it was huge, the Materials used were not precious.

But only Qin Ming knew that this was a Cultivation Building, and its value was immeasurable.

In the entire world, only the Major Powers of the Yuan Continent possessed such buildings, along with these Ancient Secret Realms. In the Qian Continent, it was likely that no one would even recognize such a building.

Qin Ming inspected it. Because the building was ancient, there was some damage in a few places, but he could completely repair that small amount of damage.

"First, I'll destroy the passage to seal this environment."

There were many Martial Artists here searching for Treasure Troves. Qin Ming didn't want to be surrounded by people halfway through his cultivation.

Arriving at the entrance, Qin Ming utilized his Spiritual Qi and began to frantically attack the passage.

"What's going on? The passage is collapsing! Is that Assassin destroying it from the inside?" the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist said, exasperated. "How did he know we came back? How did he know we were going to surround and kill him?"

"Big brother, what should we do now?" the Sturdy Man said in shock as he saw the passage about to collapse.

Although he had brought enough food, if the passage collapsed completely and there was no air, they wouldn't live long either.

"Retreat, retreat! If we don't leave now, we'll be buried inside!" The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist had no choice but to lead the Iron Luo Sect Martial Artists toward the exit.

He had originally intended to come back and ambush the Assassin. He expected the Assassin would definitely check the Underground Secret Room, so he had intentionally fled just to make the Assassin lower his guard.

He hadn't expected the Assassin to actually discover his arrival and destroy the passage. Even if he could charge into the secret room now, he wouldn't dare to enter.

There was no air inside; he wouldn't be able to last very long.

He didn't know what the Assassin was thinking, actually collapsing the passage instead of daring to charge out.

"The Assassin will definitely die in there. Although I didn't kill him with my own hands, my crisis is resolved."

Jue Xin comforted himself as he looked at the collapsed passage.

Even he didn't believe that this Assassin would just die like this.

An Assassin this calm would take them down with him even if he were at death's door.

"Let's go." The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist sighed. He truly had no desire to kill the Assassin anymore.

"We've done our best. Don't forget what you promised me," he said, turning to the silent Jue Xin.

"Fine, I will certainly provide the hundred seventh grade spirit gathering pills I promised. It's just that you know the difficulty of refining seventh grade Medicinal Pills; I need time," Jue Xin said, his heart aching at the cost.