Chapter 616: Ming Jianzi Enters the Cellar

"Chuyang nephew, this time going to the Spirit Sword Sect, will you go with us?"

Third Uncle Chen Shen looked at Chen Chuyang with an expectant expression, hoping Chen Chuyang would nod rather than shake his head.

Chen Chuyang looked at Third Uncle Chen Shen with a smile, eyes narrowed; that smile made Third Uncle Chen Shen feel a creepy sensation, his whole body felt off, he thought of something bad, stepped back a meter, his face full of reluctance.

"Chuyang nephew, you wouldn't be refusing to go, would you?"

"Gurgle."

Going to the Spirit Sword Sect alone is a life‑risking matter; even with Second Elder Brother accompanying, it's still very dangerous.

Chen Chuyang nephew is his source of courage; if he doesn't go, Chen Shen couldn't possibly go. Before setting out, he came to ask this nephew, just to ensure Chen Chuyang would go along, so their safety would be secured, and they wouldn't……

"Third Uncle, you go first this time; as for the nephew, there's no rush."

Third Uncle Chen Shen's complexion changed, turning pale and bloodless.

"My good nephew, you can't do this; Third Uncle going alone is very dangerous."

"What do you demand? Speak up; Third Uncle will fulfill whatever he can, how about that?"

Chen Shen gritted his teeth; even if he had to pay some price, he wanted the nephew to go with him.

Taking people along is dangerous; better not to go.

Even a random Condensed Pellet cultivator from the Spirit Sword Sect would be enough to kill him; let alone several Condensed Pellet experts—he'd surely die on the way.

Chen Chuyang pressed his hand down: "Third Uncle, don't panic; the nephew will go ahead. When the time comes, you just need to arrive on schedule; the nephew will make all arrangements, guaranteeing no mishap. Third Uncle, you needn't worry or be afraid."

"The nephew will guarantee Third Uncle's safety; you and Second Uncle, when you arrive, do not engage—wait for my word."

"As long as Third Uncle follows the nephew's instructions, the nephew guarantees Third Uncle will face no danger."

Upon hearing this, Third Uncle Chen Shen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He exhaled deeply, his whole body relaxing.

"You should have said earlier—you scared Third Uncle to death; Third Uncle was terrified you wouldn't go, forcing him to go alone."

How could he not be afraid? That's the Spirit Sword Sect, not some stray cats and dogs.

Dealing with him is easier than killing a chicken.

After receiving Chen Chuyang's guarantee, Chen Shen completely relaxed.

"Other things Third Uncle wouldn't dare say—if the nephew doesn't want Third Uncle to do something, Third Uncle absolutely won't do it."

"Hmm."

Chen Chuyang trusts Third Uncle's character; when he handles affairs, Chen Chuyang feels completely at ease.

Within the Chen Clan, Third Uncle and Second Uncle handle affairs properly—even more so than Father Chen Yuan.

Watching Third Uncle, who seems aimless, once he starts a task he is utterly serious; no one can make him slip up.

Over this long period of cooperation, Third Uncle has never made a mistake; this is why Chen Chuyang trusts him greatly.

"Chuyang nephew, how many people do you think Third Uncle should bring this time?"

Chen Chuyang thought, then said: "Not too many, not too few; Third Uncle, you arrange as you see fit. There will definitely be danger on the road; when the time comes, you'll need to handle it yourself—I'm afraid I won't have time to look after you."

"As long as it's not a strong one from the Spirit Sword Sect taking action, I, Third Uncle, have nothing to fear."

As for others, Chen Shen isn't afraid.

"Then that's settled; Third Uncle, go prepare."

"Okay."

Third Uncle left Longshe Shan to go prepare.

Chen Chuyang watched Third Uncle's back, shaking his head; this Third Uncle is truly cautious, and having been burned before, he naturally needs to be extra careful.

As for him, he also needs to make a trip away from Longshe Shan.

However, he must not be discovered by others.

……

Spirit Sword Sect

Ming Jianzi entered the Spirit Sword Sect; that formation could not stop him—he was too familiar with it.

He headed straight for the main hall; he was smart, avoiding many people.

Of course, his movements were not unnoticed.

No one bothered him, or rather, they didn't want to engage; they just watched silently and stepped aside.

Ming Wuzi was one of them; he sensed it immediately.

"Senior Brother, move a bit faster; Junior Brother will buy you some time."

He emitted a faint aura, slightly masking Senior Brother's aura.

Likewise, this was also to confuse the master fighting outside.

Beside Ming Wuzi appeared a figure; Songmu Elder's old face glanced at the main hall, paying it no heed, but those deep eyes gave Ming Wuzi a jolt.

This elder also noticed it, yet he did not move to block it.

"Songmu Elder, why are you helping Senior Brother?"

Songmu Elder's old face creased slightly, he gave a faint smile: "I know nothing, I didn't see anything."

"Ming Wuzi, you brat, you'd better be more careful next time."

"That Ming Jianzi brat really can't wait a bit; he has to be so rushed."

His voice echoed deep in Ming Wuzi's soul—a mental transmission, not spoken words.

Ming Wuzi looked at Songmu Elder in surprise; he stood there, silent, saying nothing.

"Elder, since you've noticed it, why not go block it?"

Songmu Elder tilted his head, giving a deep smile.

"Why should I block it?"

Songmu Elder retorted with a sentence, and that sentence left Ming Wuzi unable to think of a rebuttal.

They blinked.

Soon after, Ming Wuzi smiled.

"Elder, you also figured it out?"

Songmu Elder blinked, smiled, and said, "Figured out what?"

"It's naturally the master's problem."

"What problem?"

Ming Wuzi didn't continue speaking, but instead smiled.

The master's problem wasn't just noticed by him alone; others probably noticed it too.

No matter how deeply hidden, it's useless.

These old-timers are not simple; it's hard to fool them.

Moreover, Lingjian Zhenren has known Songmu Elder and the others for many years right under their noses—how could he not see it?

The Five Great Elders are all crafty, have lived many years, and their strength is unfathomable.

Their insight is certainly not lacking; there are things Ming Wuzi might not see, but they definitely would.

Having these elders on our side is actually a good thing.

Inside the Dadian.

Ming Jianzi entered the Dadian smoothly, quite surprised, with no one stopping him or noticing him.

He had no time to think much, rushing toward the cellar.

After searching around, he couldn't find the cellar's location, blocked by a formation.

Anxious, he could only search bit by bit; the Dadian wasn't big, so he soon found it, opened the entrance, and went in cautiously, afraid of triggering traps and mechanisms, and also afraid of being discovered by the master.

Every step was taken cautiously.

At such a time, one must not be careless, let alone impulsive.

"Gurgle."

The pitch-black cellar exhaled a chilling aura; Ming Jianzi walked forward all the way, fortunately encountering no danger.

There was also no formation blocking the way; presumably the master never expected anyone to sneak in.

Finally, he reached the end and saw Xinran Shishu hanging there; in an instant, Ming Jianzi wanted to cry.

"Shishu, it's too miserable."