Chapter 191

To the west of the central area, in a depression that produced rare herbs, three cultivators were struggling to fight a three-eyed fire wolf. A middle-aged man dressed in the attire of the Profound Sword Gate was driving a giant cyan sword, blocking most of the fire wolf's attacks, while an old man in yellow robes and a young man in gray Daoist robes were assisting with attacks from the left and right.

Not long after, the Profound Sword Gate disciple, after forcefully taking a large fireball, slashed off the demon beast's wolf head with one sword, then retracted his giant sword and laughed up at the sky.

"Brother Meng truly has profound magic power, to be able to kill even this three-eyed fire wolf with a single sword! You are worthy of being a high disciple of the Profound Sword Gate..." Seeing this scene, the old man in yellow robes immediately ran over, his sycophantic words flowing continuously, and his face didn't even turn red in the slightest.

If Han Li were here, he would recognize that this old man was none other than Xiang Xiang Zhili, who had originally strongly invited him to form some kind of "Weakling Alliance," but the fellow sect junior who had been with him at the time was not here; it seemed they had been separated during the teleportation.

"Hehe! If it weren't for Brother Xiang and Daoist Li assisting from the side, how could I have succeeded so easily!" The black-clothed middle-aged man holding the giant sword was actually quite humble.

"Brother Meng, why be so modest! To be able to eliminate this demon beast, Brother Meng deserves the greatest credit; this is indisputable!" The other young Daoist, although not old, spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, truly extremely seasoned.

Upon hearing this, the black-clothed middle-aged man's face flashed with a smile, but he immediately humbled himself a few more times.

"Speaking of which, those other guys who are still fighting and killing are truly stupid! If they knew that three people from different sects like us could actually work together to eliminate demons and pick herbs, I wonder if their jaws would drop in shock!" The black-clothed man suddenly changed the subject and said these words.

"Isn't that so! This is all thanks to Brother Xiang's efforts! If it weren't for Brother Xiang analyzing it clearly and thoroughly for us, I'm afraid Brother Meng and I would still be fighting to the death!" The Daoist also nodded repeatedly in agreement.

"Don't mention it, don't mention it! You two are both extremely intelligent people; I was just speaking the truth! Everyone originally had no need to throw away their own lives for things that couldn't possibly fall into our hands. With the time spent killing each other, it would be better to sweep away all the rare herbs outside the central area! And with everyone working together, dealing with these demon beasts is just a piece of cake!" Xiang Xiang Zhili chuckled, glibly declining the praise repeatedly.

The other two, upon hearing this, engaged in another round of heated mutual flattery.

"Alright, let's hurry up and pick the 'Fire Dragon Grass'! Let's split them equally among us!" The black-clothed man was the first to be unable to restrain himself, his voice revealing a sense of urgency. After speaking, he walked toward the few small red grasses behind the fire wolf's corpse.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Xiang Zhili and the Daoist exchanged meaningful smiles, then both agreed fully and walked over.

And neither of them noticed that on the black-clothed man's face, turned away from them, a trace of a sinister expression suddenly appeared, but it vanished immediately.

To the south of the central area, in a place filled with yellow sand, a man and a woman, two disciples of the Yanyue Sect, were in a small area, continuously stabbing the sand with Ice Spike Spells, seemingly searching for something.

However, after a long time, they still had nothing to show for it.

"That bitch, where exactly did she hide! After I find her, I will definitely dig out her eyeballs!" The female disciple was naturally charming and beautiful as a flower, but the words that came out of her mouth were extremely vicious and ruthless, making men feel a chill down their backs upon hearing them.

"Junior Sister, let's just forget it! It's almost the time agreed upon by the sect; if we don't leave now, we'll be late!" The male disciple said somewhat timidly, appearing to be very afraid of this Junior Sister.

"Hmph! It's all your fault, you piece of trash, you couldn't even keep an eye on a little girl at the tenth layer of cultivation, actually letting her slip away right under our noses! If this gets out, won't it make a laughingstock of the reputation of me and my sister, the Yanyue Pair of Beauties! Really, how could the sect let a coward like you become my cultivation partner!" It would have been better if the woman hadn't listened to the man, but once she did, she immediately pointed at the male disciple's nose and scolded him full of anger, leaving the male disciple with a flushed face but looking helpless.

However, talk was talk; the female disciple looked at the brightness of the sky and still didn't dare to continue searching. After all, delaying the sect's major affairs was no small matter, even if she had a special status and a large backer.

But to leave this place in such a dejected manner, the woman was still somewhat unwilling. After hesitating several times, she gritted her silver teeth and took out a blue talisman.

Looking at this talisman, she gave a sinister smile, suddenly threw the talisman behind her, and then dashed out, stopping only after reaching a distance of several dozen zhang to turn back and watch.

And the male disciple, seeing this, secretly groaned, but didn't dare to be the least bit negligent and followed closely behind.

At this moment, the talisman had already turned into a giant black cloud several dozen zhang in size, covering the sky of this place tightly. Then, the temperature nearby dropped suddenly, becoming extremely cold.

Not long after, from the black cloud, countless bright, crystal-clear, extra-large ice spikes fell, from slow to fast. In a short while, they had densely pierced this small area, as dense as the thorns on a cactus.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the black cloud gradually dissipated. At this time, the entire sand area was already a sheet of crystal.

The female disciple widened her eyes and scanned the sand area, which had almost no place to stand, but discovered nothing unusual.

With a hateful, sunken expression, she barked at the male disciple and then dejectedly took the lead in leaving the place. And her so-called cultivation partner naturally followed closely behind.

The Yanyue Sect woman who had already left did not notice that in a corner of the sand area, which was covered in ice spikes, strands of crimson liquid were seeping out, but it was too faint, so it escaped the female disciple's eyes.

Half a quarter of an hour later, when the crimson color had a tendency to expand, the yellow sand here suddenly bulged into a small circular mound, and it became taller and more obvious.

In the end, the sand mound churned violently, and a woman in green clothes actually rolled out from inside, with a long, thin ice spike stuck in her shoulder, blood flowing freely, already covering half of her body. In her hand, she tightly clutched a yellow silk handkerchief, on which light flickered; it seemed not to be a common item.

The woman, who slowly climbed to her feet, looked at the wound on her shoulder, her beautiful brows tightly locked.

She raised her other hand and lightly grabbed the back part of the ice spike, gritted her silver teeth, and actually pulled the ice spike out. The pain made the woman let out a soft moan, tears flowed from her beautiful eyes, and blood gushed out from the wound.

She couldn't care about wiping the tear stains on her face and didn't dare to delay in the slightest. After a flurry of activity, she took out a flower-patterned porcelain bottle from her storage bag and poured some yellow medicinal powder onto the wound; the blood immediately stopped gushing.

After finishing all this, the woman in green finally sat on the sand with her knees hugged, motionless. A moment later, she actually suddenly covered her face with both hands and sobbed. But because she was afraid of attracting others, the woman kept her sobbing extremely low.

The time it takes to eat a meal passed, and this Spirit Beast Mountain female disciple finally stopped sobbing. She raised her head to look at the empty sand area and couldn't help but shiver!

She bit her lip and stood up with difficulty again. After hesitating for a long time, she finally identified the direction and stumbled toward the central area. At this moment, her beautiful and lovely face still had faint tear stains, but at the same time, it also had a stubborn expression that didn't match.

This woman was actually the young girl who had sold the "Golden Bamboo Brush" to Han Li. It was just that after being wounded, she walked alone on the quiet sand, appearing even more pitiful and extremely endearing.

A moment later, the young girl's figure, pressing against her wound, gradually disappeared into the yellow sand.

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