Chapter 16: Dog Leaning on Human Might

The Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect was all killed by Yang Zhu's shock; how could the remaining few possibly have any strength to fight back?

They were like lambs awaiting slaughter; facing Yang Zhu's gaze, they felt a heart-pounding terror, a chill running through them.

They had all witnessed Yang Zhu's speed with their own eyes, knowing escape was absolutely impossible; a gloom of despair shrouded each of their hearts.

"You… you killed our sect's Holy Son; do you intend to start a war with us?"

Among them, Elder Li stepped forward, bringing up the Yin Yang Sect behind him, trying to elevate the matter to a sectarian conflict in order to intimidate Yang Zhu.

"Laughable; do you think that pathetic little sect of yours deserves to be brought up?"

Hei Huang heard the words and burst into a mocking laugh; laughing so hard he almost lost his balance and fell.

"Our sect in the Eastern Wasteland may be modestly known; do you know what consequences such contempt will bring you?"

Elder Li seemed extremely confident in the strength behind him, reckoning that no matter how arrogant the black dog was, he would not dare to be their enemy.

"Our sect boasts countless experts; if you truly wish to oppose us, have you considered the consequences?"

The other members of the Yin Yang Sect echoed him; this was currently their only lifeline to grasp.

Even Wang Yang could only withstand a few moves in Yang Zhu's hands; would it really be as easy as chopping vegetables for them? Jiang Yi Fei was about to speak, but Yang Zhu stopped him.

To him, the Yin Yang Sect was so obscure he hadn't even heard its name, let alone pose a threat to him.

His purpose in speaking was to worry that Yang Zhu might bring trouble; if he stepped forward, the Yin Yang Sect wouldn't dare to act arrogantly even with a hundred courages.

To their ancient aristocratic clan, a second-rate force like this is a matter of life and death that can be settled with a single sentence.

But what is Yang Zhu's background? Purple Mountain, a place that inspires awe, filled with endless legends and mystery.

Before the Primeval Era, it was the tomb of the Undying Heavenly Emperor, inside which slumbered many powerful ancient emperors; any one of them was a figure of far-reaching infamy!

Later, the Wushi Great Emperor forcibly took possession, causing all strangeness to lie dormant, not daring to act rashly.

Since ancient times, Purple Mountain has at times become a forbidden zone, no one daring to approach it rashly.

As long as Yang Zhu wishes, even several great holy lands can be disregarded! "What about the consequences?"

The big black dog's face full of contempt and disdain, it took a few steps forward and swung its human-head-sized paw.

"You pathetic sect, I will one day uproot you completely!"

Elder Li was sent flying, a bloody palm print left on his face, blood pouring from his seven orifices.

His hair stood on end with rage, veins bulging; to be insulted by a black dog before so many people was a total loss of face.

But upon glancing at Yang Zhu, even though he felt immensely unwilling, he could only endure.

"And you lot of trash, just now you were even thinking of taking my life?"

Hei Huang spared no one, going up and slapping each person individually, sending more than ten flying far away, each with blood from mouth and nose, extremely gruesome.

A few of the weaker ones, facing his huge dog paw, had their heads smashed into pulp on the spot.

"What a terrifying physique; truly a black dog that has cultivated into a spirit…"

"What vicious methods; fortunately I didn't provoke this guy back then."

The cultivators who witnessed this scene all broke out in cold sweat, relieved they had not clashed with it.

Who doesn't know Hei Huang's reputation? He is notorious for holding grudges and greed; many who entered the Yin Tomb have been schemed against by him.

"It hurts…"

"You beast, my sect will certainly not let you off; just wait for retribution!"

The people of the Yin Yang Sect and the Separate Fire Sect all lay collapsed on the ground, wailing without cease.

Some still refused to submit, continuing to utter threats.

"Damn, he can still talk; looks like I went easy on him."

Hei Huang cursed, went over and gave that speaker a few more slaps, swelling his brain into a pig's head.

"Hand over all your treasures on your person; then I'll let you die painlessly."

Having vented his anger, the black dog grinned widely and began his "serious business." "Brother Yang Zhu, your companion really has character."

Jiang Yi Fei stepped forward and joked, he too had never seen such an extraordinary dog.

Yang Zhu nodded fortunately; after all, this dead dog is his father's pet, losing face is just losing face—surely he couldn't really kill it?

Meanwhile, the black dog was greedily scavenging; those people, being members of the Yin Yang Sect, still had plenty of treasures on them.

"Hehehe~"

This excited the big black dog, its tongue lolling to the side of its mouth, the corners of its mouth stretched back to its occiput—such a lewd sight need not be described.

The big black dog was fairly honest; after scraping the treasures clean, it activated a formation and swiftly disposed of several people.

Hei Huang returned like a triumphant victor, its bald tail held high, swaying back and forth as it came back to Yang Zhu's side.

"Yo~ what a partner, strong enough!"

Soon he noticed Jiang Yi Fei, his eyes lighting up, he circled him with interest, murmuring praises.

Yang Zhu made the introductions: "Let me introduce, this is Jiang Yi Fei, he is called Hei Huang."

"Not bad, not bad; worthy of being my friend."

Hei Huang's eyes rolled around; in his Western attire he could barely bring himself to look at the other.

Seeing this, Yang Zhu punched Hei Huang on the forehead: "Brother Yi Fei, don't mind him; that's just his nature."

"No problem." Jiang Yi Fei said indifferently.

After a brief exchange, Yang Zhu asked about the recent situation in the Yin Tomb, including news of the Stone Hall.

"Indeed, there is a Stone Hall deep inside, but it cannot be opened."

From Hei Huang we learned that there really is a Stone Hall here, but despite many people trying every possible method, they still couldn't open it.

During this period, each day unwilling people have tried repeatedly, yet still to no effect.

The Stone Hall is not far away; under Hei Huang's guidance, the three soon arrived before it.

In the deepest part of the Yin Tomb, six towering peaks surround it, each a hundred zhang high, ancient trees reaching the sky, lush and verdant, with the Stone Hall situated at the center.

Calling it a stone hall is less accurate; it's more like a jade hall.

The stone hall is several tens of zhang high, built of jade, its whole body crystal clear and translucent, with white mist swirling, spiritual qi permeating, and specks of radiance rippling out.

Beside the grand entrance stand two jade pillars, carved with exquisite patterns, every stroke lifelike, as if the designs might come alive at any moment.

Yang Zhu took out the broken stone tablet given by the Monster Saint, lightly holding it in his hand, and in a moment the tablet underwent a change.

On the tablet's surface, mysterious patterns lit up, then a beam of white light shot out and entered the jade gate.

"I didn't expect you could open it; now we've struck it rich."

The Black Emperor, the Black Emperor, smiled radiantly; inside the jade hall there must be countless treasures, he had long coveted them, but was helpless unable to open it.

"What's going on? I, the emperor, haven't even..."

Before he could rejoice for a moment, a force suddenly enveloped him, and next he was sent out of the small world.

Not only him, but Jiang Yi Fei and everyone inside the small world were enveloped by that force, about to be transmitted away.

"Could it be that only by holding the tablet can one enter?"

Yang Zhu quickly realized, inevitably feeling a bit regretful.

"Take care, we'll leave first."

"Take care."

Jiang Yi Fei bade farewell to Yang Zhu; on this trip he had already obtained what he sought, and thus felt no regret.

As the words fell, he vanished on the spot.

(End of chapter)