Chapter 171: Blood Overlord Ancestor

It might be a Nascent Soul old monster.

It might also not be a Nascent Soul old monster.

At the very least, it is an old monster comparable to Late Jie Dan Stage, or even the False Infant realm!

Moreover, it is that kind of old monster that crafts human puppets targeting cultivators!

With such an existence, Yunhe simply did not want to have much interaction or involvement.

"Junior, I have 'Blood Crystal Wood' here."

The puppet, transformed into a stooped old man, emitted a low but extremely penetrating voice.

Upon hearing that, Yunhe had not the slightest hesitation or pause.

Even if the other party truly had the 'Blood Crystal Wood' he needed, getting involved with such an existence is too dangerous; he might unknowingly be turned into a human puppet at any moment.

However, just as he was preparing to leave, a voice transmission gave him a bit of hesitation.

"Senior, take me with you! I really know where the 'Blood Crystal Wood' is!"

No need to think, the voice came from Ning Manrou.

She spoke in an almost pleading tone, yet her words were quite certain.

A sharp glint quickly flashed in Yunhe's deep-set eyes.

After quickly considering it in his mind,

He lightly tapped his spirit beast pouch.

From it shot a black streak, which wrapped Ning Manrou and instantly turned into a flowing light, preparing to flee swiftly.

And when Ning Manrou suddenly felt herself being swept up by a powerful force, her heart jolted in surprise as she looked toward the figure that had wrapped her.

Although she had already experienced many shocks tonight, she couldn't help but stare blankly again.

It was quite obvious.

She recognized the Heavenly Capital Gu Corpse.

Immediately, a bitter smile appeared on her pretty face.

In an instant, she understood many of the key points: why Yunhe's high vigilance toward them made it impossible to lure him to Cloud Island, forcing an early strike; why Yunhe was so careful to guard against them not taking the Elixir; and even more, why Yunhe launched a sneak attack on Elder Jiang.

As it turned out, the other side had suspected them from the very beginning.

But she also didn't understand: Yunhe had just succeeded in forming his core, so how could he have so many backup plans?

Following that came a bit of exhilaration.

"Or perhaps... truly able to escape this calamity?"

Elsewhere.

"These juniors nowadays are so impolite."

The stooped old man let out a light sigh, and with his ten fingers jumping in the air, several figures immediately burst into blooms of blood on their bodies, actually pursuing Yunhe at an extraordinarily exaggerated speed.

"Blood Escape Technique?"

Seeing this, Yunhe's pupils contracted slightly.

Are those all human puppets?

But noticing that the stooped old man and another Jie Dan cultivator did not give chase allowed Yunhe to relax a little.

The restrictions on them must be considerable; otherwise they wouldn't need Elder Jiang to face me alone here, nor bother setting an ambush for early-stage Jie Dan cultivators.

The thought up to here.

While fleeing, Yunhe pinched his hands together.

Buzz—

A large number of Crimson Shadow Golden Winged Bees surged forth, weaving into a net-like formation, forcefully blocking those pursuing puppets.

Furthermore.

When the giant net formed by the Crimson Shadow Golden Winged Bees enveloped them, accompanied by a grating gnawing sound, once the bee swarm dispersed, nothing remained.

This sight caused the stooped old man's eyebrows to twitch slightly, somewhat surprised.

"What kind of spirit insect is this?"

His tone remained calm as usual, but it wasn't hard to hear the surprise hidden beneath.

While speaking, his actions did not cease, and more and more puppets flew out from that cloud sea.

Even.

Yunhe faintly noticed that, from several other directions, figures seemed to be approaching to surround them.

In this situation, even using a 'Cloud Escape Talisman' wouldn't help much, since the bee swarm can't use such talismans, and besides, we don't know what hidden tricks the enemy has hidden in those puppets.

"Damn, how many are hidden?"

Yunhe's eye corner twitched.

After taking a slight breath, he spoke loudly:

"Senior, it's not worth wasting so many of your puppets on a junior like me, an early-stage Jie Dan cultivator."

"Oh? Wasteful?" the stooped old man scoffed lightly.

But the next moment.

Yunhe then threw out two more spirit insect bags, and immediately large swarms of bees surged out from the bags.

Three bee swarms converged together, their number actually exceeding ten thousand!

With so many Crimson Shadow Golden Winged Bees, the stooped old man's expression gradually grew solemn.

But the next scene caused the stooped old man's expression to drastically change, revealing surprise and gravity.

Then one saw.

The bee swarm, already huge with over ten thousand, rapidly expanded in a dense buzzing sound, accompanied by a spreading crimson shadow, and its numbers surged.

Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand.

"Good good good." The old man's face showed a ferocious look, he uttered three "good" characters, but his tone was not so good.

He flicked his sleeves, with a solemn face, and said:

"You may go."

But Yunhe had no intention of moving at all.

His divine sense remained extended; although the other party's small movements in the cloud sea were slight, they still managed to escape his perception.

He immediately knew that wanting to leave was probably not that easy.

After a moment of contemplation, he suddenly smiled, his eyes turned cold, and he said solemnly:

"Then let's see if you, senior, can receive this junior's move."

"The words fell."

Yunhe unhesitatingly formed a seal; instantly, the vast sky-covering bee swarm gathered and, in a single breath, condensed into a huge, solid red-gold spear, its fierce light shimmering.

With a bend and point of Yunhe's finger, it instantly shot down like an arrow from the firmament, falling straight.

Faintly accompanied by the metallic clanging and buzzing sound.

The old man saw this, his face sank again.

Before the spear fell, he flung his hands outward then inward, simultaneously embracing his arms, as a large number of puppets madly surged before him, forming a thick puppet shield.

Spear and shield.

Boom!!

The tremendous boom exploded, the large number of puppets shattered under this blow, while the bee swarm also dispersed, yet still clung to many of the relatively intact puppets, preparing to begin gnawing.

But these remaining puppets burst forth with a strand-like blood-red light, causing Yunhe's heart to jolt, forcing him to drive the bee swarm to retreat.

While the gathered large number of puppets had already lost nearly half, there were still many puppets gathering.

The puppets slowly parted, revealing the hunched old man with his hands behind his back; his expression was calm, but he was greatly startled inside.

Merely at the early Golden Core stage, and yet he can control so many bees?

The next second.

His pupils contracted.

Because he saw Yunhe actually pull out several spirit insect bags.

That many?

Is that possible?

Moreover, can he control that many?

Bet?

But seeing Yunhe's calm demeanor, as if he had everything under control, he fell silent.

His puppets were also not just appearing out of thin air.

After the two faced each other from a distance for a while.

Yunhe swept his hand, the bee swarm gathered, and instantly transformed into two streams of light that swiftly departed under the old man's gaze.

This time, the old man did not make any further moves.

He merely watched the receding streams of light, his eyes flickering.

He flew continuously for several hours, until completely leaving that cloud island region, entering a desolate cloud island.

"Bang!!"

The Heaven Capital Gu Corpse threw Ning Manrou onto the ground without a shred of pity.

At the same time.

Yunhe threw Elder Jiang's soul to the Heaven Capital Gu Corpse amid his bitter pleas.

The Heaven Capital Gu Corpse, with some divine light flashing, opened its mouth and swallowed it.

Yunhe quickly felt the joy and excitement transmitted by the corpse soul gu.

He walked to near Ning Manrou and sat cross-legged directly in front of her.

Ning Manrou's face turned pale, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she timidly whispered, "Senior."

Yet he saw Yunhe completely ignoring her; instead, his eyes flashed with spiritual light, and he asked in a low voice, "Senior, how much longer will you hide?"

Hearing that, Ning Manrou's face showed astonishment.

But soon, she showed a look of painful struggle.

Indeed, she gradually changed from a beautiful, charming woman into the hunched old man's appearance from before.

"You actually saw through my Blood Ghost Parasite Technique, junior; not bad."

The old man clasped his hands behind his back, looking at Yunhe as a faint red light glimmered in his eyes.

Yunhe gave a slight grin, patted his spirit insect pouch, and immediately a large swarm of Crimson Shadow Golden-Winged Bees flew out.

Even though that Cloud Island was far away, he still dared not underestimate the old man in the slightest.

Seeing the swarm, the old man's expression remained calm; he slightly nodded and said, "Fine spirit insects, fine insect control technique."

"Senior's puppet technique is what truly impresses me."

Yunhe also said indifferently.

"Since you know I left a backup on this woman, yet you dare to take her away, your courage is not small."

In response, Yunhe merely shrugged and did not reply.

"Junior, what is your name? And what is your relation to the Ten Thousand Insects Old Devil?"

Ten Thousand Insects Old Devil?

Yunhe gave a faint smile, did not answer, but instead asked:

I don't know your name, senior; why are you trapped on this island?

The old man saw Yunhe repeatedly ignore his words, and moreover dare to ask about his secrets; he could not help but fly into a rage, a hint of viciousness appearing between his brows.

But when he stared at Yunhe for a moment, the anger on his face gradually faded.

He then said in a flat tone:

"I am the Blood Kui Old Ancestor; as for why I cannot leave that island, why don't you come to the island and explore a bit? Perhaps I will answer for you."

He showed a hint of mockery.

Yunhe paid no heed, shaking his head as he said:

"As for that Cloud Island, junior, I would never dare to go. But the Cloud Upper Hall of Cloud Palace City, junior, I think I can still pay a visit."

The Blood Kui Old Ancestor's eyes turned cold, but quickly returned to normal.

"You want Blood Crystal Wood? Help me with one thing, and I can give it to you."

"Junior wishes to borrow a look at senior's puppet secret technique."

Yunhe, however, proposed a condition that left the Blood Kui Old Ancestor stunned.

Upon hearing this, the Blood Kui Old Ancestor laughed angrily, "You dare to think that; I fear you have the life to watch, but not the life to learn."

Yunhe snorted, spread his hands, "That's that. Junior also dares not guarantee he has the life to help senior with tasks, or the life to take things from senior's hands."

The Blood Kui Old Ancestor's smile froze, he stared deeply at Yunhe, then his form writhed again.

Yunhe, however, rose to his feet, bowed respectfully, and said, "See you off, senior."

Soon after.

He then returned once more to a dazed Ning Manrou.

Immediately after, she showed pain, lowered her head to look, and on her snow-white, crystal-clear arm, dozens of grayish worms writhed, a thread of dark blood slowly seeping out from within her.

That blood, upon contacting the air, instantly vaporized and dissipated.

"This" Ning Manrou's pupils contracted sharply.

"A parasitic object similar to a gu worm." Yunhe explained lightly.

What about those grayish worms?

Ning Manrou obviously also sensed something.

But before she could figure it out, the Heaven Capital Gu Corpse suddenly stepped forward, pinched Ning Manrou's slender, delicate neck, and lifted her off the ground.

"You have only one last chance to speak."

Yunhe walked in, his eyes devoid of any feeling, not even glancing at this exquisite beauty, and said word by word:

"Blood Crystal Wood, where is it?"

In the dim, gloomy depths of Cloud Island.

In a blood pool that glowed with fluorescence lay a body more than half destroyed.

But upon close inspection, one could see that the liquid flowing in the blood pool seemed not merely blood, but also bore a strange wood-like grain.

And while soaking in the blood pool, that mutilated body seemed to be woven together, repairing itself bit by bit.

But the speed was just too slow.

On the head of that mutilated body sat cross-legged a tiny figure the size of a palm, its complexion deathly pale and eerie.

Suddenly.

That little person opened his eyes, his bright pupils flashing with coldness, his tight, tiny hands snapping in the air; immediately a figure walked in from outside.

He stopped before the blood pool, his face full of pain as he raised his hand; several threads of pure, vivid blood oozed from his fingertips, dripping into the blood pool.

As the blood dripped, the blood pool rippled with waves, and the repair of the mutilated body actually sped up a little.

However, the person who had shed that blood now had an extremely feeble breath, even his realm somewhat unstable.

(End of chapter)