Three Sins Against Heaven

The next day, Dylan Chen was cultivating in his room as usual when suddenly, Ryan Ji's furious roar echoed through the courtyard.

"You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

Dylan's heart skipped a beat. He quickly ended his cultivation, opened the door, and rushed out.

In the courtyard, Blackie lay stiff on the ground, lifeless. A massive blood hole had appeared where his heart used to be, and the heart was now in Mark Ye's hand.

Ryan Ji stared at the still-beating heart in Mark Ye's hand, his eyes bloodshot with rage. He swung his fists wildly, and if not for Roy Li holding him back, he would have already attacked Mark Ye.

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Humans are not made of stone; who can be without feelings? Seeing the tiger cub he had raised for so long killed by Mark Ye, Ryan Ji could no longer hold back his fury. He only wanted to fight Mark Ye to avenge Blackie!

Mark Ye said indifferently, "The essence of a Mystic Tiger is all in its heart. This can be exchanged for quite a few Spirit Stones."

"You bastard, all you care about are Spirit Stones! I'll fight you to the death!" Ryan Ji broke free from Roy Li's grip and kicked at Mark Ye with all his might.

Mark Ye sneered, his spiritual sense spreading out. Before Ryan Ji could touch him, the blood-red pill in Ryan's body activated again, causing him to collapse in pain.

Seeing Dylan Chen step forward, Mark Ye frowned.

"Are you going to stand up for him again?"

Dylan shook his head and pointed at Blackie's corpse. "What do you plan to do with it, sir?"

"Do you have any suggestions?" Mark Ye stroked his chin, looking at Dylan with interest.

Dylan said, "Even an ordinary tiger is full of treasures, let alone a Mystic Tiger. The bones of a Mystic Tiger can be ground into powder to enhance strength, and its flesh and blood can nourish vitality when refined. It would be a waste not to make good use of such precious ingredients."

"Good, as expected of a pill refiner." A flash of light crossed Mark Ye's eyes. "We'll do as you say."

Dylan spoke softly, "May I borrow your pill furnace, sir?"

"Go get it yourself." Mark Ye waved his hand. As Dylan was about to enter the pavilion, Mark Ye suddenly pointed at the writhing Ryan Ji on the ground. "What do you think we should do with him?"

"Kill him. He harbors resentment against you, sir. Keeping him is a hidden danger." Dylan answered without hesitation or emotion.

"No need. A mere Spirit Slave is nothing to me. I can suppress him with a flip of my hand. What trouble can he cause? I'll leave this place to you. I'll be back soon." Mark Ye nodded in satisfaction and left the courtyard without looking at Ryan Ji.

Dylan quickly went into the pavilion and brought down the pill furnace. Looking at the stunned group, he said calmly, "Help me."

"Don't touch him! Whoever dares to touch him, I'll fight you to the death!" Ryan Ji pushed the others away and threw himself over Blackie's body, spreading his arms to protect it. He glared at Dylan as if he wanted to tear him apart. "It's all your fault, you heartless bastard! If you hadn't spoken up, Blackie wouldn't have ended up being dissected!"

Dylan sighed helplessly and tried to persuade him, "You know what kind of person Mark Ye is. He only cares about profit. Even if I hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have left Blackie's body for you. We have to endure this if we want a chance to leave."

"Get away from me! Don't come any closer!" Seeing Dylan approach, Ryan Ji swung his fists desperately. "You don't care because you didn't raise him. I can't endure this. I must kill him to avenge Blackie!"

"Alas, since you won't listen, I'm sorry." Dylan sighed again, his spiritual sense enveloping Ryan Ji.

Ryan Ji's face contorted in pain as he rolled on the ground.

Carol Yan and the others were shocked. How did Mark Ye come back so quickly?

But when they turned around and didn't see Mark Ye, they realized it was Dylan's doing, their eyes filled with astonishment.

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Even though they sensed Dylan's spiritual sense, they couldn't believe that controlling the blood-red pill could be so simple.

Dylan retracted his spiritual sense, squatted in front of Ryan Ji, and gripped his shoulder tightly. "We have the map, and I've found a way to neutralize the blood-red pill. Now we just need an opportunity, a chance to kill Mark Ye. I know you're in pain, but I promise you, one day we'll kill Mark Ye together and avenge Blackie. Brother, please calm down for now."

The anger on Ryan Ji's face finally faded. Looking at Blackie's lifeless body, tears streamed down his face. With Carol Yan's help, he stood up, took a few steps, and then turned back to look at Blackie one last time before biting his lip and returning to his room, slamming the door shut.

"I'm sorry." Dylan squatted by Blackie's body, gently stroking his forehead. Then, with a heavy heart, he grabbed the fur around the heart's wound and began to peel it off. "Everyone, help me."

The three stunned people finally came to their senses. Though reluctant, they hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to help.

After separating the bones and blood, Dylan walked to Ryan Ji's room and placed two blood-stained tiger teeth on the windowsill. "This is all I can do for you. Keep it as a memento."

The window opened a crack, and Ryan Ji quickly took the tiger teeth before slamming the window shut. Faint sobbing could be heard from inside.

Dylan sighed, sat by the pill furnace, and threw in the flesh and blood, igniting the fire. By the time Mark Ye returned, the refining was complete.

Mark Ye took the porcelain bottles Dylan handed him, uncorked one, and inhaled the rich essence inside. He nodded in satisfaction and beckoned Dylan to follow him into the pavilion.

Dylan carried the pill furnace and followed. When he saw the jade slip Mark Ye handed him, his heart tightened.

Another new pill recipe. If he couldn't refine it, there would be trouble again.

But after reading the recipe on the jade slip, he was stunned until Mark Ye took the slip from his hand.

"Can you refine it?" Mark Ye asked.

Dylan nodded. "Yes, but I need some time to prepare and study the properties of the ingredients."

Mark Ye nodded slightly. "Alright, I'll give you three days to prepare. There are only three sets of ingredients, so you must succeed. You know the consequences if you fail."

"Rest assured, sir. I won't disappoint you." Dylan replied respectfully.

Back in his room, he sat silently on his bed, unusually not cultivating. It wasn't until late at night that the joy buried in his heart finally showed on his face.

A Grade One Barrier Breaking Pill, which could increase the chances of breaking through bottlenecks. Even if the breakthrough failed, it wouldn't damage the foundation.

Mark Ye had only bought three sets of ingredients and demanded success. This Barrier Breaking Pill was definitely for his own use.

The opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived!

Dylan took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement. He quietly moved the cabinet aside and took out a hidden silver block, carving two words on it.

Preparation.

Soon, the silver block was returned with a herb placed on top.

Blood-spotted Grass, named for the blood-colored spots on its leaves. This herb could dissolve vitality and was poisonous when taken alone. But it was perfect for counteracting the Coagulating Grass in the blood-red pill.

Dylan stuffed the entire Blood-spotted Grass into his mouth, chewing slowly, feeling the blood-red pill in his body gradually dissolve. A fierce determination burned in his eyes.

Finally, it was time to reveal his hand!