Chapter 43: The Enemies Have Arrived

Facing Facing Cang Luo stared at Erha, hesitated, then said cautiously: "Three things like mine? You mean three people, remember—your boss's race is called human."

After correcting Erha's understanding, Facing Facing Cang Luo immediately manipulated the satellite camera to look into the depths of the forest.

These past few days, he'd been monitoring the wolf pack and forgot to watch other areas, especially when he activated the formation and tamed Erha, forcing him to sever the satellite camera's link.

Fortunately, no demonic beasts attacked, or he wouldn't have had time to run.

After checking, it was indeed as Erha said—three people were in the forest several li away; their green robes marked them as outer-disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect, all male.

"Didn't expect to run into fellow sect members this far away..."

Facing Facing Cang Luo sighed in relief, but adhering to the principle of caution, he continued monitoring them closely.

Zooming in the camera's view, through the sparse gaps in the trees, Facing Facing Cang Luo patiently observed the three; when they occasionally looked up at the sky, he saw their faces.

The three outer-disciples were advancing cautiously toward this direction, sometimes crouching to examine something, sometimes whispering to each other.

The leader, a short-haired boy, was tall and broad-shouldered, his stern expression imposing.

A few steps behind him was a boy with tied-back hair, shorter in stature, ordinary-looking—the kind who'd vanish in a crowd, just like Facing Facing Cang Luo before his transmigration.

The last boy was slender; notable were his striking triangular eyes, radiating a hint of malice and sleaziness.

Facing Facing Cang Luo frowned, feeling the triangular-eyed boy looked familiar—he'd seen him somewhere before.

Seeing the three draw closer, Facing Facing Cang Luo suddenly went blank, puzzled: "Isn't that triangular-eyed guy the one who helped Chen Dahu to heal that day? He even argued a few words on Dahu's behalf."

"Aowu!" Erha barked beside him, asking what was wrong.

Facing Facing Cang Luo patted Erha's head and continued watching the three.

As he watched, he realized the short boy also looked familiar—after defeating Chen Dahu, two outer-disciples had helped Dahu to heal.

One was the triangular-eyed boy; the other was probably this short boy.

Facing Facing Cang Luo felt uneasy, then looked again at the imposing leader—and suddenly noticed he resembled Chen Dahu by seven-tenths; without hair, perhaps nine-tenths...

At this point, even a fool would understand their identities and why they were here.

The short-haired leader was almost certainly Chen Dahu's older brother, Chen Dalong—here for revenge.

The other two were accomplices; since Dalong had never seen him, they needed someone to identify him, and Dalong must've promised them plenty of rewards.

"Damn it, how did they know I was here? When did they start following me?"

Facing Facing Cang Luo was stunned, quickly manipulating the satellite to find an escape route.

After confirming an escape path, Facing Facing Cang Luo told Erha: "Your boss's enemies have arrived—we're running. Go back to your beast companion space."

As Facing Facing Cang Luo packed up to flee, Erha didn't immediately obey and return to the beast companion space.

Erha's two heads exchanged glances, then transmitted a thought to Facing Facing Cang Luo: "Run? Why run?"

"Because..."

Facing Facing Cang Luo opened his mouth but couldn't speak, hesitation flooding his mind.

Yeah—why should I run?

Chen Dalong was said to be Warrior Stage 7, though that was over twenty days ago; now he's at most Warrior Stage 8.

The other two are weaker, at most Warrior Stage 4 or 5.

I'm currently Warrior Stage 6; though lower than Dalong, I have my external aid and a beast companion.

I'm not necessarily outmatched—if I run, where would I go?

Could I escape back to Earth?

Suddenly understanding, Facing Facing Cang Luo calmed down quickly and looked at Erha firmly: "Can you fight?"

"Aowu! Aowu!"

Erha answered with an excited wolf howl; his right blue-furred head opened its mouth and spat a two-meter-long tongue of flame.

The orange-red blaze, fueled by branches and dry leaves in the pit, erupted into towering flames, a sudden heatwave forcing Facing Facing Cang Luo back.

Facing Facing Cang Luo stared in shock, about to pick up Erha and praise him—when he noticed his left silver-furred head opening its mouth as if preparing something, so he waited patiently, hopeful.

A few breaths later, Erha's left silver head spat out a cloud of white mist.

The mist slowly spread, enveloping the surrounding space in swirling fog, obscuring vision.

Erha answered Facing Facing Cang Luo's question with action; after demonstrating his abilities, he transmitted: "Boss, I now have endless Yuan power."

"Before, I could only spit fire once and mist once—but now, I feel I could do it a hundred times, even a thousand."

Erha wagged his tail excitedly and dashed to Facing Facing Cang Luo's side, begging for praise.

"Good job!" Facing Facing Cang Luo hugged both of Erha's heads and rubbed them hard, yet internally wondered: Is his left head malfunctioning?

Brain short-circuit? Meridians blocked? Yuan power not flowing?

Can't spit fire, only mist?

Still, not bad—it can create fog to block enemy vision.

Also, what did Erha mean by "endless Yuan power"?

Could he also gain the satellite's infinite Yuan power?

No time to ask further—the enemies were drawing near. Facing Facing Cang Luo smirked and told Erha: "Hide. Wait for my command. There'll be a big battle soon."

"Yes, Boss!"

Erha let out a low howl, sprinted to hide behind a giant cedar dozens of meters away, spewing white mist to conceal himself while stealthily poking out one head to watch Facing Facing Cang Luo eagerly.

Facing Facing Cang Luo smiled confidently, dispersed the formation, sat beside the fire pit, pulled out a wild fruit from his robe, skewered it on a branch, and began roasting it while monitoring Chen Dalong's trio as they approached.

Minutes later, Facing Facing Cang Luo heard rustling footsteps behind him; he didn't turn—after all, their every move was under satellite surveillance.

"Senior Chen, he's over there." Zhang Youliang immediately recognized Facing Facing Cang Luo.

"Finally found him." Wang Lei wiped sweat, exhausted.

Hearing the voices behind him, Facing Facing Cang Luo sneered inwardly, though a touch of tension remained—they were three.

Hmph! So it's Chen Dalong.

Facing Facing Cang Luo took a deep breath to steady himself, turned around, glanced at their clothes, then feigned a look of delight and said, "Are you disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect?"

"Perfect! I never expected to meet you here—I got lost and have been trapped here for days."

"Heh!" Zhang Youliang heard Facing Facing Cang Luo's words, exchanged a glance with Wang Lei, and broke into a long-absent smile.

These past few days had worn them to the bone—without preparation, they'd spent five full days traversing the Beast Forest.

During that time, they'd faced multiple battles, nearly dying in the jaws of beasts, but Chen Dahu's profound strength had carried them through, fighting as they retreated.

Looking at Facing Facing Cang Luo, Zhang Youliang and Wang Lei's eyes brimmed with mockery.

They mocked this worthless fool—he was about to die and still thought they'd help him escape the Beast Forest?

How ridiculous!

They had already decided they'd make Facing Facing Cang Luo pay for every ounce of suffering they'd endured these past days.

But they'd wait for the main one to speak—so they turned to Chen Dahu, awaiting his order.

Chen Dahu's face twisted with cruelty as he pondered how best to torture the man who had crippled his younger brother.

After a long silence, he stepped forward and growled, "Do you know who I am?"

Facing Facing Cang Luo looked bewildered and shook his head. "No. Are you a disciple sent by the sect to search for stranded students?"

Chen Dahu's fury erupted into a bitter laugh, his chest choked with rage.

He longed to see the expression on this fool's face when he learned his identity—fear? Shock?

Chen Dahu did not reveal his identity. He continued, "Do you know who Chen Dahu is?"

As soon as he spoke, Chen Dahu saw Facing Facing Cang Luo's expression flicker with hesitation and terror—and slowly step backward.

Zhang Youliang and Wang Lei immediately circled behind, cutting off Facing Facing Cang Luo's escape.

Seeing this, Facing Facing Cang Luo feigned helplessness and cried out in terror, "W-what are you going to do? What's your connection to Chen Dahu?"

"Heh!" Chen Dahu sneered twice, then roared, "Chen Dahu is my brother—my own flesh and blood!"

"Now tell me—what do you think I'll do?"

Facing Facing Cang Luo feigned horror, exclaiming, "What? You—you've come for revenge?"

"It was a fair duel! Are you really going to avenge him? Don't you fear breaking sect rules? Don't you fear expulsion?"

Chen Dahu sneered, "Hah! Don't worry—I won't kill you. I'll just make you wish you were dead."

"As for breaking sect rules? You needn't worry—I'll make sure you can't utter a single word."

The thought of Facing Facing Cang Luo's impending torment thrilled Chen Dahu. He ordered Zhang Youliang, "Go break every last one of this worthless dog's teeth—so he can't bite his tongue and kill himself in agony."

Zhang Youliang's eyes lit up. He immediately obeyed, walking slowly toward Facing Facing Cang Luo—he still seethed over that day's insolence.

How dare a Warrior Stage 3 waste dare to disrespect a Warrior Stage 4? How dare he talk back to me?

Back then, Zhang Youliang had wanted to slap him across the face—but he'd dared not act with Cang Feng present.

He'd endured over twenty days—finally, the chance to punish Facing Facing Cang Luo had come.

Zhang Youliang's spirits soared. He stepped before Facing Facing Cang Luo and sneered, "Worthless dog, today I'll teach you how to respect your senior."

Without waiting for a reply, he swung his fist straight at Facing Facing Cang Luo's chin.

He meant to shatter every tooth in Facing Facing Cang Luo's mouth!

He threw the punch with full confidence—yet he never expected Facing Facing Cang Luo to resist. He reached out and caught Zhang Youliang's fist in his palm.

Zhang Youliang froze—then sneered. His punch had carried no cultivation technique, no infused Qi—just a plain, idle strike.

He'd held back to avoid killing the fool outright, so it made sense the weakling could block it.

"Dare to resist? Hmph! Last-ditch struggle."

Zhang Youliang looked down at Facing Facing Cang Luo with contempt, retracted his fist, and prepared to strike back with a heavy blow infused with five-tenths of his Qi.

But something unimaginable happened—something even more shocking than Facing Facing Cang Luo's resistance.

He couldn't pull his fist back!

His fist was locked in the worthless fool's grip—immovable.

What was happening?

Zhang Youliang was stunned. His triangular eyes fixed on Facing Facing Cang Luo's left hand, filled with confusion.

But in an instant, he sensed danger. He reacted instantly, channeling his martial art through his left fist and swinging it at Facing Facing Cang Luo.

But that punch, too, was caught—by Facing Facing Cang Luo's other hand.

Zhang Youliang was utterly bewildered—his heart lurched in terror!

That was his full-power Earth Demon Fist!

Though only a Low-Grade Earth Technique, its power far surpassed Facing Facing Cang Luo's Thundering Palm.

Zhang Youliang strained desperately to wrench his hands free—while Chen Dahu and Wang Lei, watching from the side, assumed he was merely toying with Facing Facing Cang Luo.

"What are you doing? Stop playing around."

Chen Dahu frowned. He realized Zhang Youliang wasn't playing—he looked like he was struggling.

And that worthless fool, Facing Facing Cang Luo—his face had changed. The terror was gone. In its place: calm, unshakable confidence.

"J-just... a moment..."

Zhang Youliang gritted his teeth, forcing his Qi Wheel to churn, summoning every ounce of his Qi—but still, he couldn't break free.

After another struggle, he suddenly saw Facing Facing Cang Luo's lips curl into a faint smile—mocking him.

A chill of dread rose in Zhang Youliang. Instinctively, he sent a Qi-sense probe to gauge Facing Facing Cang Luo's cultivation level.

As his Qi-sense brushed against Facing Facing Cang Luo's palm, preparing to delve deeper—another shock struck him.

He couldn't sense Facing Facing Cang Luo's level at all!

His Qi-sense had barely touched the surface—when it was violently repelled by Facing Facing Cang Luo's own Qi-sense!

What did this mean?

Zhang Youliang's eyes widened instantly; he knew this situation could only mean one thing.

That the other's cultivation was higher than his own!

But how could that be?

His own cultivation was Warrior Stage 4; the other's must be at least Warrior Stage 5!

Yet, this waste had only been Warrior Stage 3 just over twenty days ago—still one stage lower than him.

Now, how could he be higher than him?

Zhang Youliang swallowed hard, overwhelmed by shock and fear, his voice trembling: "You—what stage are you?!"