Chapter 179: with translation of chapter title

"Hui Siye, it's about done."

After finally reuniting, Hui Siye chatted about the old times without any sense of time, tears welling up as he told the Grey Immortal Clan members in the prison about their respective experiences.

Meanwhile, the wretched ghost thrown by Olige had already been beaten to death with several sticks a few minutes earlier, leaving only one still running around and causing chaos.

However, Chen Shicheng knew this wasn't a long-term solution, and that sole survivor could at most hold out for a few minutes.

But he couldn't bear to interrupt Hui Siye and the Grey Immortal Clan's reunion, so he could only do a few small things to keep buying time; fortunately, the Yellow Turban Strongman had smashed many of the mole crickets on his side, so there was no shortage of souls to refine.

He casually summoned a few new wretched ghosts, ordering them to go into the cave to keep drawing attention, while outside things again became chaotic.

But this was only a stopgap; the commotion here couldn't possibly escape the notice of the mole cricket leaders over at the graveyard, and their chief would soon come racing back—if they didn't leave now, Hui Siye might have to enjoy another free death.

"Hui Siye, let's go; we'll think of a way to rescue them later," Chen Shicheng thought to himself.

Hui Siye paused his action, then, feeling somewhat unwilling, he struck the iron bars a few times—unfortunately, no one knew what the bars were made of; his attacks landed on them like a tickle, causing no damage, instead purple lightning crawled up his body, dimming his spirit form a bit.

Knowing it was hopeless, Hui Siye gritted his teeth, reluctantly looking at his pitiful clansmen in the cell and said, "Rest assured, I will definitely come back; wait for me to rescue you!"

Having said that, it resolutely turned and walked away amidst the clansmen's weeping, rushing straight back to Chen Shicheng's side.

Meanwhile, on the other battlefield, just as he had expected, the mole cricket chief instantly appeared before the Yellow Turban Strongman via a teleport.

Upon seeing the Yellow Turban Strongman all golden, it first showed a puzzled expression, then immediately flew into a rage, raising a fist as big as a grindstone and smashing it down.

Chen Shicheng had originally wanted to see if the level-31 Yellow Turban Strongman could hold its ground head-on, but the next moment, the Yellow Turban Strongman, with arms raised to defend, lifted off the ground like a golden meteor and flew out, only barely stopping after smashing into dozens of huge trees.

Its arms hung limp, clearly fractured from that single blow.

Damn! How is this still going? Chen Shicheng quickly canceled the bean-spell effect, turning the Yellow Turban Strongman back into a soybean and summoning it to his hand, then without looking back he rushed along the original route into the tunnel, not even glancing at the enraged mole cricket chief behind him, who had lost its opponent.

In the dim tunnel, Hui Siye's voice echoed faintly, "Kid."

"I know, rescue people. Rescue rats?" Chen Shicheng rubbed his temples with a headache, "You just saw it too—our strongest combat power right now is that newly acquired Yellow Turban Strongman."

"But it can't even withstand a single punch from the mole cricket chief; if we all go up together tied, we're just sending ourselves to our deaths—how can we save them?"

Hearing that, Hui Siye also felt a bit desperate; although the fight had only been an instant, he had also seen that explosive punch, and it was definitely not something his puny arms and legs could handle.

Yet it still didn't want to give up; Chen Shicheng had created many miracles along the way, and it believed that as long as Chen Shicheng wanted to, there would surely be a way.

Thinking back to how Chen Shicheng had once eyed the treasures in his storage bag, Hui Siye instantly had an idea: "You also know what our Grey Immortal Clan excels at—the clan's treasury is far richer than my original collection, and as far as I know, it contains several immortal artifacts."

No need to say more—just hinting at it was enough. Chen Shicheng's heartbeat also involuntarily began to speed up, unusually noticeable in the quiet tunnel.

Hui Siye would absolutely not deceive someone at a time like this; moreover, if you think about it carefully, the Grey Immortal Clan's ancient ancestor is a big shot who has ascended to the Immortal Realm, basically a top-tier figure in the cultivation world—having a few immortal artifacts in his hands is not impossible. A spirit-tool–level Kai Ming Tiger Claw could elevate one's strength by a whole tier; if there were an immortal artifact, life wouldn't just be comfortably well-off—it would be a straight path to prosperity. Thinking this, Chen Shicheng wished he could rush straight into the mole crickets' territory, slaughter everything in sight, and then lead the imprisoned Grey Immortal Clan to claim their reward.

Of course, that's just a thought—the cave just made a huge commotion, so it will definitely be under tighter guard now; even Hui Siye would find it hard to sneak back in, let alone a big living person like him.

And even if he managed to slip in by luck, the iron bars at the cell door, jumping with purple lightning, would be a trouble—almost impossible to break open without being noticed.

Perhaps he could incite the Huoyao Bu to send troops, then he could fish in troubled waters?

But if the war were victorious, he believed the Huoyao Bu would certainly not miss collecting the spoils, and such a search would inevitably discover the Grey Immortal Clan imprisoned in the cell.

Would they, like the mole crickets, also take over and then force them to do dirty work? Chen Shicheng felt a toothache—this way, he would have to seize the right moment; going too early or too late wouldn't work, and the only chance seemed to be to act together with the Huoyao Bu and then slip away in the chaos.

Of course, the premise for all this is being able to persuade the Huoyao Bu to send troops; otherwise, it's all just a daydream.

And to get the Huoyao Bu to send troops, he would have to rely on those heads he had harvested.

Thinking of this, Chen Shicheng's steps unconsciously sped up a bit as he headed straight for the Huoyao Bu's stronghold.

After coming and going several times, the guards had grown familiar with his face; upon seeing Chen Shicheng, they didn't stop him, allowing him to reach the Fire Crow Clan Chief's stilted building smoothly.

At that moment, the Fire Crow Clan Chief was inside meeting with the clan's elders, and the agenda happened to be related to the head Chen Shicheng had brought last time.

For years, the Huoyao Bu has suffered greatly from mole cricket harassment, incurring heavy losses, but their counterattacks against the elusive mole crickets have been merely a tickle; after finally managing to wipe out nearly a hundred of them in one go, this clan chief certainly wasn't just looking to show off.

The moment Chen Shicheng appeared, the Fire Crow Clan Chief spotted him, laughed, rose to greet him, and said, "Elders, look—this fellow Daoist dealt the mole crickets a fatal blow, giving our tribe a vent of anger!"

"Sure enough, a youthful hero."

"How old is the child? I have a granddaughter at home."

Several elders in ethnic attire, their faces full of wrinkles, immediately became interested, smiling broadly at Chen Shicheng and continuously praising him.

As for those compliments that cost nothing, Chen Shicheng let them go in one ear and out the other; he politely nodded at the elders, then turned to the Fire Crow Clan Chief and asked.

"Is the task of exchanging those heads for points still able to be continued?"

"You went to kill mole crickets again?"

The Fire Crow Clan Chief never expected Chen Shicheng to actually hate those mole crickets even more than he did, and yet he struck again just a day later! (End of chapter)