"Qin Xiaoyou, you obtained 247 Star Orders in the Foundation Establishment Chaos War, then led four thousand Immortal Seedlings to receive ten mu of Spiritual Field, and now you have completed the Seventh-Grade Talisman Decree, ’Youzhou Spy’..."

Ruan Fusheng held out a deathly pale hand, tallying the numbers before finally arriving at a precise total.

"In total, that comes to 357 mu of Spiritual Field and a fief of 2,470 households. Is that correct?"

Qin Xuan replied, "That is correct."

"Excellent!" Ruan Fusheng smiled faintly and waved his hand.

A wave of pitch-black demonic light surged forth. The scene before them shifted, and an ethereal image of a vast farmland, shrouded in misty Spiritual Qi, materialized before their eyes.

Flowing, blood-red patterns were faintly visible within the soil—the unique Blood Fiend Spiritual Fields of Yinluo Country.

Ruan Fusheng picked up a brush to write. With a majestic expression, he announced loudly, "Plague Poison Altar Master Qin Xuan, for his great merit, is hereby granted a fief and Spiritual Field, located in Yinluo Country under the Holy Sect, and bestowed the title of Great Demon..."

As Ruan Fusheng’s brush moved slowly, the ink spread across the document.

Amazingly, a lifelike image of Qin Xuan appeared in the farmland projection, standing with his hands clasped behind his back as he inspected the Spiritual Field.

BOOM!

Qin Xuan looked down in surprise as the Gilded Copper Seal nestled in his robes suddenly became scorching hot.

He pulled it out and saw black Array Patterns flowing across its surface.

The word "Yinluo" faintly appeared in seal script, looking exceptionally mystical.

"Qin Xiaoyou, try to activate the Copper Seal. See if the Spiritual Field’s imprint is there."

Qin Xuan tried injecting a wisp of Demonic Essence into it.

The Gilded Copper Seal trembled slightly, and the precise location of the Spiritual Field flooded into his mind.

"Junior Brother Qin, I’m so envious. Now you have a title, a Spiritual Field, and a fief. From now on, you can focus completely on your cultivation."

"I’ve served in this Contribution Hall for fifty years, and I still only have 180 mu of Spiritual Field—not even half of what you have," Jin Wuhai remarked from the side, his voice full of envy.

Ruan Fusheng’s lips, however, curled into a knowing smile.

Seeing Ruan Fusheng’s expression, Qin Xuan’s heart skipped a beat.

’Damn it, don’t tell me this is another trap...’

Although his Golden Finger hadn’t issued a warning, Qin Xuan remained on high alert.

Experience told him.

There was almost certainly a catch with this Spiritual Field!

He asked tentatively, "May I ask, Altar Master Ruan, what is planted in these Spiritual Fields?"

Ruan Fusheng replied with a grin, "Qin Xiaoyou, you will find out when you go to Yinluo Country. Rest assured, the Holy Sect will not treat you unfairly."

"Here, this is the Magical Treasure, the Yin Yang Demon Refining Furnace."

With a flick of his wrist, Ruan Fusheng turned his hand over.

HUMMM!

The surrounding Demonic Qi churned violently, stirring up a tempestuous gale.

A Yin Yang Pill Furnace materialized before them!

The furnace was over seven feet tall with two handles and four legs. Its left half was mystic black, adorned with a floating Golden Crow Burning Heaven Map, while its right half was plain white, carved with Jade Rabbit Pestle Medicine Patterns.

Its handles were a pair of coiling yin-yang flood dragons, its four legs were supported by the Four Symbols Holy Beasts, and its lid was a rotating Yin-Yang Mirror.

Ruan Fusheng explained, "The Yin Yang Demon Refining Furnace is a Low-grade Magical Treasure. It contains a wisp of the Spirit of the Magical Furnace, which has a violent temperament. It can refine Tier Three Great Medicine and even subdue a Purple Mansion True Demon..."

"Qin Xiaoyou, you must take good care of it!"

Qin Xuan solemnly accepted the Pill Furnace. "Thank you for the reminder, Altar Master Ruan. I will keep that in mind."

"Good. You may go," Ruan Fusheng said with a dismissive wave.

Qin Xuan slowly withdrew.

...

Only after Qin Xuan’s figure had completely vanished did Jin Wuhai swallow hard, no longer hiding the greed in his eyes.

"That kid... he’s ridiculously lucky. Altar Master Ruan, that Yin Yang Demon Refining Furnace... are you really just giving it to him for nothing...?"

"Rest assured, I’ve already placed a Spiritual Imprint on it. It’s an Inner Law Gate, formless and intangible. It cannot be erased, even through blood Refinement."

Ruan Fusheng said flatly, "A year from now, go to Yinluo Country and release a few Yin Soul Great Demons onto his Spiritual Field. That Demon Refining Furnace will be yours... When the time comes, not even the Holy Sect’s Law Enforcement Team will find anything amiss."

"The Dark Flame Blood Prison Demon Monarch has just formed his Nascent Soul and is in urgent need of Tributors from Spiritual Fields. Do this well, and there will be more rewards for you."

"I understand! Thank you, Altar Master Ruan!"

A look of delight spread across Jin Wuhai’s face as he dropped to his knees and kowtowed.

「At the same time.」

Ruan Fusheng tossed a tightly bound Purple Mansion Second Level Demon Cultivator out from his Storage Ring.

It was none other than the former Director of the Contribution Hall’s Artifact Department, Song Hao!

"Ruan Fusheng, you’re courting death! You dare defy the Holy Sect’s iron laws and secretly plot against me! Release me at once, and I’ll pretend this never happened! Otherwise, don’t blame me for reporting you to the Holy Sect for corruption!" Song Hao roared.

His aura was vast, but his True Essence was sealed, leaving him completely immobilized.

"Junior Brother Song, a hundred years have passed. Do you know why I became an Altar Master while you’re still holed up in this Artifact Department?"

Ruan Fusheng shook his head. "It’s because you’re too damn righteous. Otherwise, with your talent, how could you have wasted half your life?"

"Pah! If Master Blood Tyrant Demon Child learns what you’ve done, he’ll have you all torn to shreds!"

Song Hao spat and continued to curse furiously.

However, in the next moment, Ruan Fusheng unhurriedly took a White Bone Blood Candle from his sleeve. With a faint smile, he began chanting a spell.

A wisp of black smoke drifted from the candle’s flame.

A haze of confusion suddenly clouded Song Hao’s eyes. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

...

Qin Xuan returned to Ten Thousand Poison Peak.

He entered his Cave Mansion, bit the tip of his tongue, and was about to spit out a mouthful of Essence Blood to perform Refinement on the Magical Treasure, the Yin Yang Demon Refining Furnace.

Suddenly, his heart clenched.

’Something’s wrong. This was all too easy... suspiciously easy.’

Qin Xuan frowned slightly.

Reviewing the events in his mind, he found a subtle inconsistency.

Ruan Fusheng was clearly an Altar Master under the Ten Thousand Corpses Hall.

So why did he show up in the Contribution Hall?

’My mission came from the Talisman Decree Hall. Logically, even if the Director of the Contribution Hall’s Artifact Department wasn’t available, someone from the Talisman Decree Hall should have handled it.’

The next moment, the sphere of light in Qin Xuan’s mind flared brilliantly.

Three ancient bamboo sticks flew out from within.

[Middle-Upper Draw: Refine the Demon Furnace with the spirit of a Taoist Artifact. Result: No disaster, no hardship. You can obtain a Ninth-Grade Opportunity. Auspicious.]

[Middle-Middle Draw: Do not refine the Demon Furnace. Result: No disaster, no hardship. Neutral.]