Three Sins Against Heaven

A few days later, on the Spirit Treasure Platform, exclamations of amazement echoed.

"Wow, Junior Brother Ye truly is a genius. In such a short time, he's managed to refine Rejuvenation Pills again, and he even produced five at once."

"Rejuvenation Pills are much harder to refine than Spirit Gathering Pills. I never expected Junior Brother Ye to have such talent in pill refining. It's truly remarkable!"

"No wonder our master accepted him as a personal disciple. The price of Rejuvenation Pills is much higher than that of Spirit Gathering Pills. It looks like Junior Brother Ye is going to make a fortune again."

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Mark Ye stood expressionlessly at the counter, collected the Spirit Stones from his task, and used half of them to purchase ingredients for Rejuvenation Pills, leaving everyone in shock once more.

Logically, with such a high success rate, it would be most cost-effective to convert all the Spirit Stones into ingredients. But Rejuvenation Pills are quite difficult to refine, and with Dylan Chen's refining speed, buying too many would be a waste.

It's better to do as he does now: keep half the Spirit Stones for his own cultivation and use the other half to buy ingredients for Dylan Chen to refine pills. By the time his Spirit Stones run low, a new batch of pills will be ready.

Moreover, Mark Ye doesn't rely solely on Dylan Chen to earn Spirit Stones. The other tasks handled by the others also bring in income, though not as much as Dylan Chen's.

As Mark Ye slowly walked away, the voices of admiration continued. In the distance, a handsome young man gritted his teeth in anger.

His name was Jordan Shen, and he joined the Demonic Extreme Sect at the same time as Mark Ye. He also had superior qualifications. His Water and Fire Spirit Roots were both at ninety percent. If it weren't for Mark Ye, he would have been the most talented disciple of their batch.

But Mark Ye's presence completely overshadowed him, and hardly anyone knew about him.

What made it worse was that in the early stages of cultivation, every newcomer struggled with a shortage of Spirit Stones. Yet Mark Ye seemed to have an endless supply, constantly visiting the Spirit Treasure Platform. He had amassed at least a hundred, if not two hundred, Spirit Stones.

They entered the sect at the same time, but while Jordan Shen was desperate for Spirit Stones, Mark Ye had plenty to use. How could he not be furious?

At first, he thought Mark Ye was just exceptionally talented, with perfect Gold and Fire Spirit Roots and superior Wood Spirit Roots.

But later, he noticed something was off. Given the speed at which Mark Ye delivered pills, unless he spent all his cultivation time on pill refining, it wouldn't be possible.

Yet Mark Ye didn't just refine pills; he also took on tasks like raising tiger cubs and refining silver essence. Unless he completely gave up on cultivation and worked tirelessly, he couldn't possibly complete all these tasks.

Seeing Mark Ye's cultivation level rise day by day, Jordan Shen couldn't believe it was all Mark Ye's doing. There had to be something fishy!

In the courtyard, the light curtain began to ripple. Dylan Chen stood by the window, watching Mark Ye walk straight into the pavilion, feeling a surge of joy. It seemed he wouldn't need to refine pills today.

Whenever Mark Ye returned and needed him to refine pills, he would call for him immediately. If he didn't call, it meant Dylan Chen had the day off.

It wasn't that Mark Ye was kind enough to let him rest. Given Mark Ye's personality, he would prefer Dylan Chen to work tirelessly day and night.

Through observation, Dylan Chen noticed that whenever Mark Ye bought ingredients but didn't rush him to refine pills, his cultivation would improve. He could guess that Mark Ye was planning to go into seclusion to break through acupoints and didn't want them entering the pavilion.

The sound of a door opening caught his attention. Dylan Chen watched as Ryan Ji and Ralph Zhao stepped out, his throat dry and heart racing. After a moment's hesitation, he unlatched the door and stepped outside.

He hadn't had the freedom to go out for a long time. Even just standing in the courtyard doing nothing, he could feel the sense of freedom enveloping him.

Ryan Ji was taken aback, glancing back at the pavilion and lowering his voice, "Why are you out here? Hurry back inside!"

Not only Ryan Ji, but even the usually indifferent Ralph Zhao was stunned. Hearing the commotion, Roy Li and Carol Yan also walked to the window, looking out with incredulous eyes.

When did Dylan Chen become so bold?

Mark Ye was still in the pavilion, and he dared to come out so openly?

"The master allowed me to step outside," Dylan Chen said respectfully, bowing towards the pavilion.

Ryan Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief, putting on a mocking expression, "A little man who gains a bit of favor."

Dylan Chen sneered and silently followed behind them. As they walked out of the courtyard and passed through the light curtain, he looked up at the blue sky, repeatedly telling himself to stay calm, though his body couldn't stop trembling.

He was finally out!

Dylan Chen took a deep breath, as if he could smell the scent of freedom.

Though this freedom was short-lived, he believed that one day he would completely escape this cage!

Ryan Ji subtly signaled to Dylan Chen, holding Blackie as they walked down the mountain path.

Dylan Chen understood the meaning of Ryan Ji's look. Even though he was out, he couldn't be too complacent outside the courtyard to avoid drawing Mark Ye's attention.

Ralph Zhao walked silently, occasionally glancing back at Dylan Chen.

That look was intriguing.

Dylan Chen frowned, pondering the meaning behind Ralph Zhao's gaze.

At the foot of the mountain, Ryan Ji opened the fence of the beast pen and walked to the wooden shed in the distance. After bringing Dylan Chen closer, he smiled at the two middle-aged men holding butcher knives inside the shed.

"Brothers, can we get some fresh meat?"

The two middle-aged men didn't even lift their heads, cutting two large pieces of loin meat from a freshly slaughtered cow and tossing them over. Ryan Ji quickly caught them, threw one piece to Blackie, and placed the other on the fire pit they had set up before. He then took out a flint from his pocket and lit the fire, starting to roast the meat.@@novelbin@@

"It's a pity we don't have any seasoning," Ryan Ji smacked his lips. After the meat was cooked, he split it in half and handed one piece to Ralph Zhao, completely ignoring Dylan Chen.

Ralph Zhao, however, handed the roasted meat Ryan Ji gave him to Dylan Chen. Dylan Chen was taken aback but then shook his head.

"You eat it. I'm not hungry."

Ralph Zhao still held the roasted meat high, saying earnestly, "Dylan Chen, I want to join you. I've seen Ryan Ji observing the surrounding terrain these days. I know you're planning to escape. Please take me with you."

Dylan Chen was stunned and then gave Ryan Ji a look.

Ryan Ji slowly stood up, his body slightly hunched like a tiger ready to pounce. As soon as Dylan Chen gave the word, he would kill Ralph Zhao without hesitation.

"Do you know what you're saying?" Dylan Chen narrowed his eyes at Ralph Zhao, not hiding the killing intent in his gaze.

"I know you don't trust me, and I don't know how to make you believe me. But I really don't want to die here. I want to go home." Ralph Zhao looked at Dylan Chen with extreme seriousness, then slowly closed his eyes, "If you don't trust me, then kill me."

Dylan Chen was silent for a moment before asking, "That night, did you hold the spear for me?"

Ralph Zhao was puzzled but nodded.

"In the future, will you hold the spear for me?" Dylan Chen asked again.

Ralph Zhao nodded firmly, "Yes, I will always hold the spear for you!"

"Good." Dylan Chen patted Ralph Zhao's shoulder heavily, "If you don't betray me, I won't betray you. But if you're putting on an act..."

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"Dylan Chen, I know you suspect there's a mole among us." Ralph Zhao interrupted before Dylan Chen could finish, speaking each word clearly, "Rest assured, if I'm the mole, you can take my life anytime. Please believe me."

"Good." Dylan Chen nodded slightly, accepting the roasted meat from Ralph Zhao, "If I manage to escape, I'll take you with me."

"Alright, from now on, I'll follow your lead." Ralph Zhao nodded firmly.

Ryan Ji laughed heartily, "Haha, now that everything's out in the open, there's no problem. You have no idea how exhausting it was to keep an eye on you."

"Actually, it was exhausting for me too, pretending to know nothing while trying to earn your trust," Ralph Zhao smiled warmly for the first time.

"Alright, let's eat. Now we don't have to be wary of each other. As long as we can fight side by side, we're all brothers!" Ryan Ji split his roasted meat in half again, handing one piece to Ralph Zhao.

Just as Dylan Chen was about to eat, he caught sight of an old man with white hair leaning against the wooden shed, his gaze fixed on the north, eyes empty like a statue.

At that moment, Dylan Chen noticed the two middle-aged men busy with butchering also had numb expressions. Only when they occasionally looked north did a trace of emotion appear in their eyes.

Dylan Chen asked, "What are you three looking at?"