Chapter 874: You Are Not Ding Xiaotu

"Are you two Companions Xi Changmei and Yan Jiuyue?" A man appeared promptly before Ding Huan and Jia Baihe.

"The ones behind me are Xi Changmei and Yan Jiuyue. I'm Ding Xiaotu, and this is my consort, Jia Baihe."

Ding Huan said with a smile.

"Brother-in-law, you walk too fast—I nearly couldn't keep up." Xi Changmei and Yan Jiuyue caught up in time.

Ding Huan said coolly: "Xi Changmei, don't casually claim kinship. My consort's surname is Jia; your consort's surname is Yan—there's not the slightest relation."

Besides, I've cultivated for nine million three hundred one thousand years. Have you, this young pup, even cultivated a million years? So even if we were to claim kinship, you'd still have to call me Uncle Grandfather."

"Yes, yes. We all came from the Lanxing Sect; regardless of anything else, there's still some bond between us." Xi Changmei now could only play the role of a humble subordinate.

The guide saw that Ding Huan clearly disliked Xi Changmei and quickly said:

"I'm Fu Gan, here to guide you. All four of you, follow me…"

He walked ahead immediately.

As they walked, he continued introducing to Ding Huan and the others:

"The Ten Thousand Dao Mountains differ from other ranges—this range extends directly underground. The Tianmeng people are a bunch of scum hiding beneath the earth; they've climbed up along the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains to seize the Dao veins…"

"The Ten Thousand Dao Mountains produce Dao veins?" Ding Huan asked immediately.

Fu Gan nodded: "Yes. The Ten Thousand Dao Mountains are the origin point of the new universe; the Dao veins here are all Origin Dao Veins, of extremely high value.

The Tianmeng people seize the Dao veins of the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains to strengthen themselves, all to erase all human cultivators from the Grand Universe."

Ding Huan thought to himself: As expected, this Wando Mountain Range truly is rich in dao veins.

It seemed Xi Changmei had known this long ago, which was why he volunteered to enter the Tianmeng tribe for intelligence.

Thus, he didn't need to rush into the Tianmeng tribe to dig Dao veins—he could first harvest some from the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains.

"How long will it take to reach the Tianmeng tribe's entrance?" Ding Huan asked again.

"About half a day," Fu Gan said casually.

Half a day was absolutely unacceptable—by then, Qing Sha Dao Ancestor might already be personally chasing them down.

Ding Huan said at once: "Companion Fu Gan, the longer we delay here, the more advantage the Tianmeng tribe gains. How about this—we go ourselves."

Xi Changmei, hearing Ding Huan's words, immediately agreed: "Yes, Companion Fu, we can go on our own—this slow pace won't do."

He now longed to be alone with Ding Huan.

Hearing he no longer needed to guide them, Fu Gan said without hesitation: "That's acceptable too, but there are no teleportation arrays or teleportation talismans here."

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Ding Huan to remind him—he voluntarily pulled out a directional jade slip and handed it to Ding Huan: "Companion Ding, this is the directional jade slip for the Tianmeng tribe's entrance."

Avoiding the Tianmeng tribe entirely was naturally preferable.

Didn't countless human cultivators die in the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains—killed by the Tianmeng tribe?

Once Ding Huan and the others entered the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains, they'd be at constant risk of being slaughtered by the Tianmeng tribe.

Fu Gan only hoped Ding Huan and the others had good fortune—enough to sneak into the Tianmeng tribe and obtain intelligence.

"Go." Ding Huan seized the jade slip, called to Jia Baihe, and turned straight toward the depths of the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains.

Here, even if he didn't enter the Tianmeng tribe, he wasn't afraid of what Qing Sha Dao Ancestor might do.

The Ten Thousand Dao Mountains were boundless, and everywhere teemed with Tianmeng cultivators.

As long as he delved deep into the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains, even Qing Sha Dao Ancestor wouldn't dare follow him.

Unless the fool didn't want to live.

"Companion Ding, I do have something I need to discuss with you," Xi Changmei intercepted Ding Huan the moment they left Fu Gan.

Ding Huan regarded Xi Changmei calmly—he felt this man was somehow familiar.

But whether familiar or not, a mere Boundary-Expansion cultivator—he truly wasn't afraid.

"Speak." Ding Huan's tone was calm.

"The Master gave you a gift containing a brown box—I want that item. Name your condition." Xi Changmei got straight to the point.

As he spoke, his domain had already completely locked onto Ding Huan and Jia Baihe.

If Ding Huan dared refuse, he'd kill him outright.

With his current strength and understanding of the Space Dao, he still had a chance to open Ding Huan's world.

Whether he could kill Ding Huan wasn't even in his consideration.

Ding Huan's level of cultivation was too low for him to kill—if he couldn't, his Boundary-Expansion realm was worthless.

Not to mention Ding Huan, a mere insect—he'd already killed more than one Creation-Realization cultivator.

Jia Baihe's face turned pale.

Not only Jia Baihe—even Yan Jiuyue's eyes showed shock.

Xi Changmei's domain was certainly not a simple Saint's domain.

Clearly, this was a Domain-Immortal's domain.

Xi Changmei was a Domain-Immortal Saint who had been concealing his cultivation.

Jia Baihe watched Xi Changmei nervously, while beginning to arrange her Poison Dao laws.

Her cultivation was low, but poison had always been her trump card.

"Changmei, you're a Domain-Immortal?" Yan Jiuyue, having recovered from her shock, stared at Xi Changmei with excitement.

Then she glanced smugly at Jia Baihe.

Unfortunately, Jia Baihe had no attention to spare for her.

Xi Changmei ignored Yan Jiuyue's words entirely, his gaze coldly fixed on Jia Baihe: "Don't bother spreading that poison."

Jia Baihe startled—she clenched her fists, her heart even more uneasy.

Under normal circumstances, facing a Domain-Immortal, she wouldn't be so arrogant as to deploy poison.

Under normal circumstances, facing an Immortal Realm expert, she would not be so arrogant as to lay down poison.

But today, she and Ding Huan faced a Perpetual Realm powerhouse—there was no second path left to take.

Ding Huan spoke calmly: "Oh, what if I don't want to trade?"

As he spoke, the Break-Catastrophe Blade appeared in Ding Huan's hand, and his domain surged forth without restraint.

The Break-Catastrophe Blade unleashed a curtain of blades that fell downward.

A river of blades, like the Yellow Springs tumbling from the underworld, sealed off all space of life for Xi Changmei.

Xi Changmei's face changed—he saw his Domain Realm's domain shatter outright beneath Ding Huan's slash.

The aura of death swept toward him; how could Xi Changmei still dare to be arrogant?

His long halberd whipped up a sky-filling storm of halberd light; the spatial laws cracked with each sound, as if this entire space were about to be torn apart by that single strike.

Ding Huan's Yellow Springs Blade River crashed into the hastily raised storm of halberd light from Xi Changmei.

Boom!

The forces of slaughter and stillness collided, and shattered Dao rhythms exploded.

Yet the Blade River did not dissipate—it swelled a million zhang, nearly engulfing Xi Changmei and his boundless halberd light entirely.

Though Ding Huan's Yellow Springs Blade River did not target Yan Jiuyue, Yan Jiuyue still felt her soul ripped apart by the violent killing intent, her spirit screaming.

She frantically retreated, her body exploding into streaks of blood mist.

It was entirely caused by Ding Huan's blade intent.

Despite being nearly engulfed by the Yellow Springs Blade River, Xi Changmei was not completely annihilated.

Instead, he shot out from within Ding Huan's blade river, carrying a single streak of halberd light.

A jet of blood spurted into the void; his entire body looked as if he had been flayed alive, standing far away, staring at Ding Huan in terror.

Looking at Xi Changmei—hair disheveled, drenched in blood mist—Ding Huan chuckled: "Not bad. You're still alive. Then try this next slash."

At this moment, Ding Huan's killing intent could no longer be concealed.

Now he finally understood why this Xi Changmei felt so familiar.

Shit beetle.

This guy was Shit Beetle Zuo Shanxi.

His previous slash—even if a Creation Realm powerhouse had appeared—would have been locked by the blade intent and died without doubt.

Yet this Shit Beetle, like an indestructible cockroach, had broken free of his Yellow Springs Blade River.

Keep in mind, this was only because Shit Beetle had been careless at first; had he not underestimated from the start, this slash would not have locked him at all.

Zuo Shanxi stared blankly at Ding Huan—he had never seen such a powerful Creation Realm cultivator.

Ding Huan had concealed his cultivation; his true realm was Creation Realm.

Though he was Domain Realm, he could effortlessly kill Creation Realm cultivators.

Just who is this Ding Xiaotu?

Even though he had underestimated at first, he was certain his Domain Realm was no match for Ding Huan.

This was simply absurd.

He, Zuo Shanxi, had always been invincible within his own realm…

When had a Domain Realm cultivator ever lost to a Creation Realm cultivator?

No—except for that Ding Huan… but when was that?

Could this Ding Xiaotu be Ding Huan?

Doesn't seem like it—mainly because Ding Xiaotu's Dao rhythm is completely different from Ding Huan's.

Dao rhythm can be concealed and altered—he himself did exactly that.

But once you strike, you can't hide it anymore.

Besides, Ding Huan's treasure didn't seem to be a blade.

No—he had used a blade before.

The greatest improbability was that he had even reached the Grand Universe; aside from unimaginable luck, he'd nearly lost his life several times.

No matter how powerful Ding Huan was, how could he possibly have attained Perpetual Realm so quickly—and arrived in the Grand Universe?

"You're not Ding Xiaotu?" Zuo Shanxi stared at Ding Huan, still uncertain whether Ding Xiaotu was Ding Huan.

Of course, had he known that Qing Sha Dao Ancestor was searching for Ding Huan, he would have guessed immediately that this man was Ding Huan.

"Who I am is none of your business. I simply don't want to sell you anything—do you have a problem?" As Ding Huan spoke, the Break-Catastrophe Blade once again unleashed boundless killing momentum.

But before Zuo Shanxi's domain could extend, Ding Huan suddenly retracted the Break-Catastrophe Blade, seized Jia Baihe, and instantly plunged into the depths of the Ten Thousand Dao Mountains.

Almost the instant Ding Huan vanished, Zuo Shanxi also flashed away in another direction.

He didn't even bother with Yan Jiuyue as he left.

Yan Jiuyue remained frozen, staring at the spot where Ding Huan had disappeared.

In just those few moments, her understanding had been shattered again and again.

Her consort, Xi Changmei, was actually a Perpetual Realm powerhouse—when his domain extended, she felt it was hardly weaker than her foster father Yan Zhuo's.

Just when she thought the ugly bastard consort of Jia Baihe, Ding Xiaotu, would kneel and beg for mercy, that Ding Xiaotu slashed and wounded Xi Changmei with a single strike…

Even she, caught in the blade's resonance, had been injured.

Wait—where was Xi Changmei?

When Yan Jiuyue snapped back to awareness, she found both Xi Changmei and Ding Xiaotu gone—even Jia Baihe had vanished.

Now only she remained.

Before Yan Jiuyue could make sense of what had happened, a figure from afar rapidly approached.

"Qing Sha Dao Ancestor?"

Seeing the figure before her, Yan Jiuyue was startled, quickly composed herself, and bowed deeply in greeting.