Chapter 121

Boom—

The stone wall slowly shifted, revealing another long corridor beneath it, laid with white steps.

After hesitating at the entrance for a moment, Yunhe glanced at the silver-armored corpse beside him, had it go ahead, and then slowly followed.

This silver-armored corpse is a 'half-living corpse' and cannot be stored in a storage ring or storage bag, which is rather troublesome.

However, it's still useful for scouting the path.

This underground cavern was deeper than before; after walking for nearly a quarter of an hour, Yunhe finally reached the end.

The view ahead grew slightly brighter.

What appeared before them was another stone chamber, but embedded in its ceiling were several fist-sized 'night-light stones' that emitted a milky-white glow, illuminating the entire chamber.

Besides the entrance Yunhe came through, the stone chamber also had two other corridors leading in different directions.

"Who is it? Moving so slowly?"

A languid, tingling voice accompanied by shuffling footsteps came from one of the corridors.

"Heimu, I've already finished opening the seal; I'm almost asleep."

From another corridor, a scholar‑dressed cultivator stepped out slowly.

A voluptuous woman also slowly walked out.

They were the two late Foundation Establishment demon cultivators of the Blood Sect and the Enchanting Sect.

"Heimu?" Wu Ying looked in the direction where Yunhe was.

The silver-armored corpse slowly walked out.

Seeing the silver-armored corpse refined, the two were not surprised.

"Quite cautious, huh."

Wu Ying curled her lip in mockery.

But before she could finish speaking, her expression changed.

Meanwhile, Xue Fengxuan also showed a solemn expression; while remaining tense and vigilant, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"I never expected, never expected that this Heimu guy would be taken out so quickly. Fellow cultivator inside, which sect are you from? Why not come out and meet?"

Wu Ying also laughed 'heeheehee'.

"I am Wu Ying of the Enchanting Sect, fellow cultivator. It's truly satisfying that you took down Heimu; I'd very much like to meet you, and perhaps we could later exchange skills."

Her voice was full of alluring intent.

It made one's heart tremble uncontrollably, bringing forth vivid images.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort sounded.

After slightly altering his facial muscles, Yunhe finally stepped out of the corridor, his gaze sweeping over the two demon cultivators.

"This scholar is a Blood Sect cultivator."

After all, he had once witnessed the Blood Sect's Golden Core Blood Rite, so no matter how properly the demon cultivator dressed, his demonic identity could not be concealed.

"Then this female cultivator must be from the Enchanting Sect."

His gaze fell upon the woman clad in sheer black gauze, her exquisite figure, captivating eyes, and alluring red lips making Yunhe's heart heat up, but he quickly calmed himself, feeling a faint alarm inside.

If one's will is not firm enough, or if a cultivator's spiritual sense or soul is not strong enough, merely seeing her could possibly make them become her ghostly follower.

Indeed, worthy of the Enchanting Sect.

Fortunately, his spiritual sense is strong enough, making him a nemesis of such soul‑bewitching cultivators.

Seeing Yunhe actually unmoved, Wu Ying's heart sank slightly.

She then adopted a pitiful, endearing guise, gave a graceful salute, and spoke in a soft, tingling voice:

"Wu Ying pays her respects, fellow cultivator."

But when she lifted her head and noticed that Yunhe was not only unaffected, but rather gave her a teasing, up‑and‑down look—especially when his gaze unabashedly swept over certain parts—Wu Ying's expression finally changed, turning stern.

"I am Xue Fengxuan; I pay my respects, fellow cultivator. May I ask your esteemed name?"

Beside him, Xue Fengxuan, seeing that Yunhe was unmoved by Wu Ying, also straightened his expression and offered a salute with clasped hands.

Seeing that the two were not allied as he had expected, Yunhe felt somewhat reassured and said in a hoarse, low voice: 'I am a humble Daoist, the Bee Daoist.'

"Bee Daoist?"

Wu Ying and Xue Fengxuan exchanged a glance without leaving a trace.

Obviously, neither had heard of this title, nor did they recall anyone like him among the Nine Sects.

However, what he's called doesn't matter; the fact that he could defeat Heimu and still appear to have reserves was enough for them to take him seriously.

Xue Fengxuan kept his composure, secretly on guard, and said with a smile:

"Since you managed to open the upper seal, you must have obtained the method to break this layer's seal from Heimu, right?"

"If the upper layer could be forced open with a bit of brute force, this layer requires all three seals to be opened simultaneously," Wu Ying also reminded.

This is also why the three of them, upon meeting, did not immediately attack.

Yunhe naturally understood as well.

He gazed toward the depths of the stone chamber.

The rock walls bore the same seals as before, but they were more intricate than the upper layer.

It was also foreseeable that once the seals were lifted, the three would inevitably have to fight.

Moreover, it was likely that Yunhe would become the primary focus of their combined attacks.

But if he weren't prepared for that, he wouldn't have come down here.

"Let's begin." Yunhe said without extra words, his tone calm.

Xue Fengxuan raised his eyebrows, a bit surprised.

Hehehe—great.

Wu Ying's eyes, full of charm, blinked.

The three stood before the stone wall, keeping a distance from each other.

Since Yunhe moved first, he stood at the far edge; Wu Ying also quickly took the opposite side, while Xue Fengxuan, with a somewhat grim expression, was squeezed into the middle, risking being attacked from both sides.

Immediately, the three fell silent, each forming hand seals.

As streams of mana-formed hand seals were poured into the restriction, the seal on the stone wall gradually changed.

Click, click-click—

One after another, the shackle-like restrictions dissipated.

The three stared intently at the restriction, each harboring ulterior motives while forming hand seals, especially Xue Fengxuan standing in the middle.

Back then, his master paid a price, tampering with the restriction beneath the noses of the other two Golden Core demon cultivators; by the time only the final seal remained, even without the three of them, this restriction could be opened!

So.

Xue Fengxuan's eyes flickered obscurely.

The restriction opened smoothly.

Until finally there remained three, then two, then one.

Xue Fengxuan suddenly moved.

He swiftly slapped his storage bag, and three blood-colored flying knives appeared out of thin air.

Two shot toward Yunhe, and one toward Wu Ying.

The effect of the preemptive strike was quite good; Wu Ying's pretty face showed utter shock.

But she wasn't completely unprepared; it was just that her plan to act after the final seal was broken had been suddenly interrupted.

Hah!

Her alluring red lips parted slightly, exhaling a puff of crimson powder that slightly hindered the blood blade's speed, avoiding a vital spot.

But she was inevitably injured.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Yunhe also finished undoing the restriction at once; unlike Wu Ying, who planned to act at the moment the restriction was undone, and unlike acting when the final seal was undone, he was constantly ready to act and never let his guard against a sudden attack.

So, Xue Fengxuan's sudden move surprised him, but did not cause panic.

With a thought.

Buzz—

From his perpetually open spirit insect pouch at his waist, a vast swarm of crimson-gold bees surged forth.

Hmph!

Seeing the swarm, Xue Fengxuan snorted, immediately forming hand seals; a vast blood mist rose from his blood-colored flying knives, their speed sharply increasing, posturing to ignore the swarm and strike straight at Yunhe's head.

But a scene that left Xue Fengxuan stunned appeared: the rising blood mist was instantly devoured clean by the swarming bees.

Although the blood blade inevitably slew many crimson-ringed gold-spotted bees, even more of them swarmed onto it, clinging tightly without a trace of fear.

Seeing this, Xue Fengxuan finally showed horror, realizing why the person before him called himself the 'Bee Daoist'.

More importantly.

The swarm seemed to pour endlessly from that spirit insect pouch.

Xue Fengxuan's face turned livid.

But he had no intention of letting this ambush end here; having witnessed Yunhe's bee swarm's ferocity, he must achieve something in this one strike, or else no one knows what changes may arise later.

He immediately opened his mouth wide; the formerly fresh-faced visage quickly withered and shrank, strands of scarlet blood pouring from his mouth, passing through the bee swarm's obstruction and entering the blood blade.

Buzz—

Accompanied by a slight tremor.

The blood blade, covered in crimson-ringed gold-spotted bees, suddenly swelled; the surging blood energy burst forth, dispersing the surrounding bees, and many of those bees died under the pressure.

Large numbers of crimson-ringed gold-spotted bees fell like raindrops.

Xue Fengxuan showed a hint of joy.

But this joy lasted only a fleeting instant before vanishing without a trace.

Because although the blood blade barely created a vacuum zone, the swarm's numbers were too vast; even if several hundred of the over-five-thousand crimson-ringed gold-spotted bees were killed at once, it would hardly affect the whole swarm.

What made him even more incredulous was that, when the swarm surged onto the blood blade again and clung tightly, it emitted a piercing sound that made one's teeth ache.

They were gnawing on his spiritual artifact!

How is that possible?!

What the hell kind of spirit bees are these?!

You should know, this set of blood blades of his is no ordinary spiritual artifact.

Each is comparable to a top-grade spiritual artifact, and combined they can unleash the power of a supreme-grade spiritual artifact!

Although the swarm's gnawing speed is slow, this is still unacceptable to him.

Xue Fengxuan immediately cried out in alarm.

"Wu Ying! Hurry up and attack! If we don't kill this person, we'll all die!"

On the other side, Wu Ying, who had already been injured by Xue Fengxuan's sneak attack, had intended to retaliate against him, but instead witnessed the outcome of the crimson-ringed gold-spotted bee swarm colliding with the blood blade.

Her delicate face turned pale; she no longer had the capacity to help.

Without hesitation, she turned and fled as a streak of pink light.

But she didn't notice that, as she fled, a small figure clinging to the withered part of the silver-armored corpse gave chase at even greater speed.

Seeing this, Xue Fengxuan cursed loudly; he felt his connection with the blood blade rapidly destabilizing, so he gritted his teeth, formed hand seals, and beads of blood welled up on his already somewhat withered body.

The next second.

He who had performed the Blood Sacrifice Escape Technique also fled the stone chamber in the blink of an eye.

Ha!

But as he fled, he heard Yunhe let out a soft shout.

Xue Fengxuan, who had already turned into a blood-light escape, painfully clutched his head and fell to the ground, bean-sized sweat mixed with blood beads, his wide eyes full of terror.

A spiritual sense attack?!

Yunhe had no intention of wasting words with him, and lightly waved his hand.

The red-ring gold-spotted bees all rushed forward.

In just a short breath.

Besides the storage bag, nothing else remained.

As the inaugural battle after mastering the Thousand Gu Myriad Insects Technique and once the red-ring gold-spotted bees had fully numbered, although they suffered some losses, they were already quite effective and threatening, leaving Yunhe satisfied and even a bit surprised.

He never expected that the bee species he had unintentionally cultivated would now be quite formidable.

Of course, the Thousand Gu Myriad Insects Technique also played a crucial role.

He picked up the storage bag.

He immediately pursued in the direction Wu Ying had fled.

Since they had already come to blows, even if they would become mortal enemies, and although the other side likely did not know his identity, future mishaps were inevitable; better to settle everything once and for all.

Moreover, he was a cultivator of the Qingzong Sect, sent to investigate demonic cultivators' traces, and their conflict was destined to be a fight to the death.

Soon enough.

Yunhe's spiritual sense soon detected Wu Ying entangled by the death-sleep cicada.

(End of chapter)