Chapter 220: 220. Chapter 217: The Open-Mouth World

220. Chapter 217: The Open-Mouth World

Hearing Ding Huan say he knew there was a divine sense imprint on him, Sang Sang Yuhe felt even more at ease.

It seemed Ding Huan had come prepared.

"Then do we need to go to the cave dwelling where I was in closed-door cultivation before?"

Sang Sang Yuhe somewhat understood Ding Huan's meaning—no wonder he had set up a killing-trap formation there earlier; sure enough, it could be put to use now.

"That's right. I only set up that killing-trap formation with a just-in-case attitude; I never expected it would actually be used."

Ding Huan was indeed very surprised.

"Ding Huan, your array dao level shouldn't be low, so why didn't you set up concealment restrictions at the auction?" Sang Sang Yuhe had long wanted to ask this question.

Ding Huan pointed behind him:

"Although I don't know this guy's name, the fact that he could have such a vicious reputation in Yan Moon City means he didn't get it by being ruthless alone—he must be a meticulous person."

Sang Sang Yuhe was not too stupid after all; when Ding Huan said this much, she roughly understood:

"You want him to know that not only is your strength not high, but your array dao level is also extremely poor. Only then can he…"

Ding Huan laughed heartily:

"Only then can he feel at ease boldly entering my grand formation."

While speaking, Ding Huan accelerated his flying speed.

Sure enough, the moment Ding Huan's speed increased, the True Pill cultivator he sensed with his divine sense sped up considerably.

In a short time, Ding Huan entered the killing-trap grand formation he had previously set up.

In fact, the killing-trap grand formation Ding Huan had set up was not meant to deal with a True Pill realm perfect-stage cultivator at all.

What he wanted to deal with was a powerhouse of the Primordial Soul realm.

Fortunately, no Primordial Soul realm powerhouse came—only a True Pill perfect-stage cultivator—so he'd kill him and leave.

"Sister Yuhe, I need to refine my Farewell Spear. Please help guard me for a moment."

After stopping his flying ship, Ding Huan brazenly took out the Farewell Spear again and said loudly.

Before Sang Sang Yuhe could answer, a sinister voice rang out:

"You'd better not refine it—there's really no need."

In his thinking, once Ding Huan heard his voice and saw him appear here, his soul would surely have flown out of his body in fright.

What puzzled him was that Ding Huan didn't even move a muscle, not even bothering to turn his head:

"Oh, whether it's necessary or not I'll set aside for now. But you—why do you always appear out of nowhere like a ghost? Is it because you can't stand the sight of people?"

When Ding Huan said this, he finally turned around slowly.

"You knew I was following you?" The guy actually frowned and took two steps back.

That wasn't very possible, was it? With his strength, unless Ding Huan was a Primordial Soul realm cultivator, how could he possibly know his movements?

"What do you think?" Ding Huan raised the Farewell Spear in his hand.

The guy finally became somewhat uncertain. He suspected Ding Huan was putting on an act, but it didn't quite look like it.

Perhaps because Ding Huan's behavior felt too bizarre, he actually didn't strike directly, but stared at Ding Huan and said coldly:

"I do have a name, though my surname is Situ. It's just that I've never been very particular about how I do things, so people forgot my name. Later everyone just called me Situ, and the whole of Yan Moon City knows my temperament.

That is—those who obey might still survive; those who don't have all been killed by me to feed my beast pets. Do you know why no one is following you?"

"Could it be that they think you're not easy to get along with, and don't want to walk together with you?" Ding Huan asked in surprise.

"You guessed right. They know I'm following you, so they don't dare follow along." Situ's tone was calm, but his heart grew increasingly wary.

This wasn't normal—today's events were absolutely not normal.

"Oh, so they know you're a scumbag. By the way, you said you have an open-mouth gourd container—is that true or not?" Ding Huan was in no mood to waste words with this guy in front of him.

Situ felt more and more that something was off. His gaze fell on Sang Sang Yuhe—she was standing rather far away and didn't seem to intend to get involved in this matter.

"Take out the Spirit-Communicating Blue-Faced Fruit. I'm willing to pay spirit stones to buy it, and then you and I each go our own way."

While speaking, Situ began observing his surroundings with his divine sense, and at the same time a spirit artifact was grasped in his hand.

He suspected that the reason Ding Huan was so brazen was that there might very well be a powerhouse lying in ambush nearby.

Ding Huan raised his hand, grabbed an array flag and tossed it down, while the Farewell Spear in his hand blasted toward Situ.

"Seeking death…" Even though something felt off, the ferocity deep in Situ's bones was roused.

Only before his magic treasure could blast toward Ding Huan, the space he was in abruptly became the center of slaughter.

A killing-trap formation?

Situ finally understood what was going on. It wasn't that he hadn't detected this killing-trap formation earlier—it was that the grade of this killing-trap formation was far beyond his ability to comprehend arrays.

Puff puff! Two wind blades pierced through Situ's body.

Situ wanted to break out of this killing-trap formation. He realized with sorrow that he couldn't even touch the hem of this killing-trap formation, let alone find the formation's exit and blast it open.

"Boom!" When Ding Huan's Farewell Spear blasted Situ's head apart, he was still even thinking—was this a fifth-grade killing-trap formation or a sixth-grade one?

The last sentence he heard before dying was:

"Looking like a bear like you, and you want to be a butcher?"

He finally understood that Ding Huan had long since refined the Farewell Spear inside the private room at the auction.

The reason the private room had no restrictions was precisely to let him brazenly enter the killing-trap grand formation. He hated himself for being too careless.

After mocking Situ, Ding Huan lowered his head to look at the Farewell Spear in his hand:

"I've really wronged you. The first time tasting blood in my hands, and it's some trash."

Fortunately Situ was killed by him; otherwise, that sentence alone could have driven him to death from rage.

"This is a fifth-grade killing-trap formation? Ding Huan, you're a fifth-grade grand array master?"

Sang Sang Yuhe looked at Ding Huan in disbelief. She knew Ding Huan's array dao definitely wasn't weak—otherwise, he couldn't have blocked Qi Yushan's escape with just a trapping formation.

She had never imagined that the array Ding Huan had set up was actually a fifth-tier array.

In the Dao Cultivation World, the number of array masters capable of setting up a fifth-tier array could be counted on one hand.

The mountain-protecting grand arrays of many sects in the Dao Cultivation World were all set up by array-path experts from the Ascension Realm.

"Right. Actually, the trapped-killing array I set up wasn't meant to deal with a True Core fellow. What I wanted to deal with was the Primordial Soul realm. This trapped-killing array is a bit of an overkill."

Ding Huan snatched Situ's storage ring and answered casually.

He actually wasn't satisfied with his own array-path level; using a fifth-tier trapped-killing array against Elder He was actually somewhat dangerous.

Fortunately, today he had purchased a seed of a fifth-tier Hell Vine. If he added some other methods on top of that, he should be able to match that Elder He for a round or two.

Packing up everything and burning Situ to ashes with a ball of fire, Ding Huan brought out his flying ship and said to Sang Sang Yuhe:

"Sister Yuhe, help me control the flying ship. We're going to Hidden Jianshan. Let me see what kind of stuff this butcher has in his ring."

Sang Sang Yuhe was stunned for a moment, then said:

"Ding Huan, Hidden Jianshan has no swords now. That place is wrapped in poisonous fog year-round; it's long been a Poison Mountain."

"Exactly, otherwise why would I go?" Ding Huan said matter-of-factly.

"I get it now, you're going to collect the poisonous fog?" Sang Sang Yuhe finally understood why Ding Huan had wanted to purchase a container-type magic treasure.

Ding Huan didn't answer—wasn't that obvious?

Sang Sang Yuhe had wanted to tell Ding Huan that people simply couldn't approach Hidden Jianshan, and going to collect poisonous fog could very likely result in being poisoned.

But she immediately thought, if even she could understand this, how could Ding Huan not understand?

Realizing this, she simply focused on controlling the flying ship toward Hidden Jianshan.

Ding Huan only took a few breaths to tear open Situ's ring.

What met his eyes were piles of low-grade spirit stones; high-grade spirit stones, on the contrary, were few.

This made Ding Huan extremely contemptuous. No need to ask—Ding Huan knew this fellow had only killed low-level cultivators. A typical bully who picked on the weak; otherwise, there couldn't possibly be so many low-grade spirit stones in the ring.

What pleasantly surprised Ding Huan was that he actually discovered a Three-Color Purple Dew Flower in Situ's ring.

Just as Ding Huan assumed the Three-Color Purple Dew Flower from the auction had been bought by Situ, he noticed something was off.

The Three-Color Purple Dew Flower in Situ's ring was definitely not the one auctioned at the auction.

This fellow should have been searching for spirit herbs to advance to Primordial Soul; hoarding a Three-Color Purple Dew Flower like this was completely useless.

Truly a piece of trash who liked killing people and snatching their treasures. Apart from the spirit stones being low-grade, even magic artifacts, talismans, and the like were mostly low-grade—and piled up in heaps.

Not only did this fellow kill people and snatch their treasures, he killed low-level cultivators at that—the height of shamelessness.

Ding Huan's heart was filled with sighs of emotion; by killing this Situ, he had saved who knows how many people.

Soon, a gourd the size of a palm was pulled out by Ding Huan.

This is a Wide-Mouth Gourd? This fellow actually really had a Wide-Mouth Gourd.

This gourd was indeed quite different from an ordinary gourd; first of all, the mouth of the gourd was too big.

An ordinary gourd is small on top and big on the bottom. This gourd is big on the upper half and small on the lower half.

This shape looked somewhat asymmetrical.

Even more asymmetrical was the gourd's mouth—this mouth was way too big, and crucially, there was no stopper.

Ding Huan began refining this gourd.

Such powerful restrictions—Ding Huan was even stunned.

With his array-path level, even if this gourd were a top-grade spirit artifact, refining it wouldn't take him a day.

Now a full day had passed, and he had only just refined the first layer of restrictions.

How many layers of restrictions this gourd had, Ding Huan had no idea at all.

After refining the first layer of restrictions, Ding Huan's divine sense seeped into the gourd, and he was even more shocked.

What kind of gourd container magic treasure was this? This was a world. He had only just refined the first layer of restrictions, yet the world appearing before his eyes already spanned a hundred li in radius.

Although this world was currently a wasteland, Ding Huan believed that as long as he tended to it carefully, this world would soon become vibrant and full of life.

He wondered whether the pot he had left at Morning Glow Peak could be sent into this gourd world.

The only pity was that this gourd should still have had a gourd stopper, yet he hadn't found one in Situ's ring.

Then again, given Situ's ability, he probably couldn't even touch the first layer of restrictions, let alone refine it.

Looking at it, this gourd was something he had obtained through murder and robbery.

Situ should have also known this gourd was no simple matter, but alas, his ability was limited and he simply couldn't refine it, so he could only keep it on him for the time being.

"Ding Huan, we've reached West Wind City ahead." Sang Sang Yuhe's voice came through.