Chapter 178: with translation of chapter title

Crack!

As soon as he saw the howling baboons rush out of the cave, the Yellow Turban Strongman, like pulling out a scallion, uprooted the nearby giant tree and hurled it at the cave mouth.

Boom—

The uprooted giant tree, whistling through the air, smashed the stone-paved ground into a deep pit; flying wood chips, like arrows, slashed bloody streaks across the baboons' faces.

Can they tolerate this? The baboons' eyes instantly reddened; they threw aside the leader's order not to leave the cave, howling as they teleported to the Yellow Turban Strongman's side and fell into a brawl.

The baboons, their heads clouded by anger, didn't notice that their attacks felt like tickling to the Yellow Turban Strongman, and the battlefield was gradually shifting from the peak toward the mountainside.

The Hui Siye, who had been waiting for an opportunity inside the cave, immediately seized the gap, following a vague premonition, and rushed into a side passage.

Chen Shicheng's plan was a great success; most of the baboons in the cave rushed out, giving Hui Siye an excellent opportunity, but the road ahead still encountered great difficulties.

The baboons that didn't escape also fell into a frenzy, wildly dancing in the tunnel, leaving no quiet spot in the whole cavern.

And after the initial ease, Hui Siye found movement difficult, constantly brushed by the waving hands of the baboons.

It was practically moving through a crevice, inching forward with difficulty; if the baboons weren't already frenzied and overlooking its tiny nose‑sized form, it would have died hundreds of times by now.

The final stretch took Hui Siye nearly half an hour to complete.

But upon reaching the deepest part of the tunnel and seeing the scene clearly, it was dumbfounded.

As expected, the Grey Immortal Clan was indeed here, but they were imprisoned in a cell, and their number was far fewer than imagined—only a few dozen small mice.

The material of the cell's iron bars is unknown; runes are carved on them, and tiny purple lightning constantly flickers.

Compared with the half‑foot‑wide gap of the bars, the mice inside could walk out three abreast, but because of this purple lightning they can only sit obediently inside, not daring to approach the door.

At the cell door just then, a baboon stood rigidly in place, apparently assigned to guard the cell.

Unlike other baboons that cover themselves with fur, this one wields a purple gold heaven‑supporting staff, wears a cold‑iron half‑body armor, and on its faintly visible muscles one can see a giant ape tattoo.

Unlike the other baboons gone mad, it shows no distraction, standing expressionless and motionless at the cell door.

Because we are seeing through Hui Siye's perspective, Chen Shicheng cannot assess this baboon's level and attributes, but from its appearance it's clear it differs from the outside baboons.

But that's no reason for you to stand still; the baboons outside are already jumping about, yet you're here idly on duty—you're slacking off more than anyone!

Do you even have the shame?

Chen Shicheng felt somewhat helpless, and Hui Siye was the same.

But having encountered a baboon with such stable emotions, they could only wait patiently at the side, hoping it would suddenly go mad and rush off, so as not to delay Hui Siye's "visit" to his kin.

However, after waiting ten or so minutes, the baboon remained emotionally stable, like a statue.

During this period Chen Shicheng also had the Yellow Turban Strongman cause a bigger disturbance; the experience‑gain prompts on the system panel began to flood the screen, and some of the outside baboons, unable to hold back, ran back and howled something at the baboon guarding the door. But it completely ignored them, merely glanced sideways and continued staring straight ahead.

Seeing the Yellow Turban Strongman's summoning time ticking away second by second, Chen Shicheng grew restless, directly killed the two messenger baboons and refined them into wretched ghosts.

He then ordered the two wretched ghosts to run toward the deep‑cave cell, ignoring all damage along the way, and they forced their way inside to within ten meters of the cell door.

Howl!

Now that's really stirred up a hornet's nest.

The baboon guarding the cell door instantly became agitated, waving its heaven‑supporting staff as if warning the two wretched ghosts not to approach, yet its feet showed no sign of movement.

Can you even tolerate this?

Chen Shicheng stared agape; he could only do nothing and then everything, making one wretched ghost turn around, lift its tail, expose its hairless buttocks, and sway them back and forth in provocation.

The other wretched ghost turned back outside, picked up a lump of Oreo, and threw it at the baboon's face at the cell door.

Smack!

The baboon dodged the Oreo, which smashed straight into the cell door; a bolt of purple lightning flashed, turning the Oreo instantly into a lump of black ash, and a smell of boiled feces filled the small space.

This attack dealt almost no physical damage, but the mental damage was maxed out, finally succeeding in enraging the baboon.

Roar!

The baboon let out a sky‑shaking roar, but the smell of boiled feces made it sneeze; now completely berserk, it grabbed its heaven‑supporting staff and sprinted madly toward the wretched ghosts.

Chen Shicheng quickly ordered the two wretched ghosts to split and flee; the baboon, without a second thought, chased after the one that threw the feces, disappearing farther into the tunnel.

Hui Siye hurriedly revealed his form and flew to the cell door, looking inside with tears streaming down his face.

The imprisoned mice of the Grey Immortal Clan also noticed Hui Siye; after a moment's stunned silence they all gathered on the opposite side of the bars, speechless, making Chen Shicheng feel embarrassed to the point of developing a complex, and he kept scratching the ground outside with his toes.

However, amid the mice's intermittent sobbing, Chen Shicheng more or less understood why they had been imprisoned here by the baboons.

At first the clan's great migration seemed easy, vanishing overnight to the northeast, but the subsequent journey was far from smooth.

No one knows how the news of their departure got out; added to the Grey Immortal Clan's talent for stealing without trace, they had accumulated countless treasures over countless millennia, and thus became a target.

Even though their clan leader had already reached the Deity‑Ascension realm, he could not withstand the endless ambushes and sneak attacks; former allies and acquaintances, who claimed to be the orthodox great sects, launched countless assaults, after which their ancestor ultimately brought them to the Ten‑Thousand‑Great Mountains.

Yet he himself had suffered extremely severe injuries; if not treated immediately, it would likely damage his foundation and cause his cultivation to regress.

At that very moment, the demon kings of the Ten‑Thousand‑Great Mountains formed an alliance and launched a surprise attack on the Gray Immortal ancestor who was in seclusion healing his wounds; the outcome of that battle is unknown to the imprisoned mice, who only know they got separated from the main group, strayed into baboon territory, and were directly imprisoned up to now.

(End of Chapter)