Chapter 364: Mutual Scheming

"Human race!"

Seeing someone actually trying to break out from the direction he was responsible for in a cunning way, that Abyss Tribe cultivator's face showed a ferocious expression.

He pinched a special hand seal, and a black wolf-tooth club forged from unknown material came smashing toward Yunhe.

With his powerful divine sense, Yunhe could feel that on the surface of that wolf-tooth club, besides a layer of special Abyss Tribe mana, there was also a layer of divine sense spikes.

This was the third method of divine sense usage Yunhe had seen from an Abyss Tribe cultivator.

Divine sense taking form, divine sense combined with thunder sound, plus now divine sense combined with a magic item's empowerment.

However, Yunhe now had no time to entangle with it, nor the mind to study the Abyss Tribe's special use of divine sense, so he simply swung a sword to knock the wolf-tooth club aside.

With a pinch of his hand, three special fourth-level Five Elements technique talismans appeared in his hand, while hidden quite subtly in his palm was a pellet-sized sphere.

As he activated the talismans, he threw out the three burning talismans together with the small sphere.

But the small sphere was hidden within the surging magical power rising from the talismans, so even the Abyss Tribe cultivator's divine sense could not detect its trace.

I don't know whether they, like Yunhe thought, were doing the opposite on purpose, or deliberately directing that mid-fourth-level Abyss Tribe cultivator toward him, hoping to use him to distract that Abyss Tribe cultivator's attention.

Anger welled up in his heart unbidden.

The speed was such that, with his severely injured body, the opponent had no time to dodge.

One could tell without thinking that this person had come to pursue Wei Haiyuan and Xiao Wuxian, yet the two had chosen to flee in the same direction as Yunhe.

He even went on to recount the details of how the two would cooperate.

However, Yunhe merely gave a soft snort, and his ice phoenix wings vibrated violently, leaving a trail of frost and snow in the air as he shot toward that Abyss Tribe cultivator at great speed.

When he looked behind, he saw Wei Haiyuan, who was holding Xiao Wuxian, coming toward this spot, and another Abyss Tribe cultivator pursuing them from behind.

Puchi!!

A sword swipe across the throat.

"Extremely sinister human cultivator!"

Fourth-level mid-stage, that is an existence comparable to a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

This happened in an instant; the surrounding Abyss Tribe cultivators couldn't react at all.

This made Yunhe shudder suddenly.

After that early-stage fourth-level Abyss Tribe cultivator fell, there was no one left to stop him.

Yunhe's act of beheading an early-stage fourth-level Abyss Tribe cultivator was seen by the enemy.

As his gaze swept over, the originally frantic and scattered divine sense threads were uncontrollably drawn by the divine light, and upon contacting the five-colored divine light, those threads melted away as quickly as ice meeting molten metal.

Although that Abyss Tribe cultivator had taken a defensive stance, he still could not withstand the terrifying impact of the "Gui Water Yin Thunder".

"Humans!!"

"Daoist Friend Yunhe truly possesses wondrous methods; why not join forces to face this foe? Though this person is a mid-fourth-level Abyss Tribe cultivator, I believe that with our combined strength we can surely retreat safely."

The sphere Yunhe threw was precisely the "Gui Water Yin Thunder Pearl" harvested from the Floating Cloud Senior's cave dwelling; its power is such that even a Nascent Soul cultivator, if unprepared, faces a tremendous threat.

Faced with this situation, he knew he could no longer block Yunhe, and even his own life was under great threat; thus, no matter how angry, he could only suppress it and swiftly shoot backward.

Hearing those words, Yunhe really laughed in anger, and replied by voice transmission: "Good."

However, even if they had reacted, with their strength they could not rescue.

He gritted his teeth and glared at Yunhe; the rage in his scarlet eyes seemed as if it could devour Yunhe.

Inverted Five Elements Spirit-Gathering Divine Light!

Hum—

Yet facing this situation, Yunhe had long been prepared; he raised his hand to seize the fallen storage black horn of the opponent, and his eyes shot out two beams of divine light.

A mid-fourth-level Abyss Tribe cultivator!

He immediately became a severely injured body!

His body instantly turned into countless divine sense threads that scattered and fled.

That Abyss Tribe cultivator stared with a pair of eyes.

Seeing this, the Abyss Tribe cultivator thought it was three techniques, and with a solemn expression he raised his shield technique to prepare.

However.

As the techniques within the three talismans erupted, the sphere hidden beneath the talismans exploded in an instant.

These words instantly made Wei Haiyuan overjoyed: "Daoist Friend Yunhe, we can."

At that moment the Abyss Tribe cultivator finally sensed something odd; upon seeing the black thunder, his pupils contracted sharply, and he knew things were dire.

What's worse,

But before Yunhe could catch his breath, a fierce shout from behind came, forcing him to regain his composure.

Instantly, an extremely terrifying black thunder burst forth; the raging black lightning resembled coiling ferocious dragons, while also carrying a thick Gui Yin chill, making one's blood run cold.

"Gui Water Yin Thunder?!"

At that moment, Wei Haiyuan's divine sense transmission arrived.

Boom!!

For a moment.

But in his heart, he actually, just as Yunhe had thought, prepared to use it as a hindrance to delay the person behind.

Moreover, he probably also understood that Yunhe had already guessed what he was thinking.

But he was not worried, for he possessed a talisman script from the Yellow Springs Old Ancestor, obtained by sacrificing his own lifespan for escape speed; this talisman could only be crafted by the Yellow Springs Old Ancestor of Fengdu City using secret methods within the entire Eastern Border cultivation world.

Although Yunhe's pair of wings behind him seemed like a decent magic item, he did not think the opponent's escape speed could match his own.

Furthermore, Yunhe, in front of that Abyss Tribe cultivator, had slain another Abyss Tribe cultivator, prompting him to blurt out, "Heaven helps me!"

However.

Soon the events surpassed his expectations.

Seeing Yunhe, although he verbally agreed to cooperate, he turned and fled outward.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, what do you mean by this?"

"Fellow Daoist Wei, you surely don't think we intend to get entangled with this person here, do you? Once the remaining Yuan clan cultivators surround us, even if we manage to resist this person, we won't be able to leave safely."

Faced with the question he raised, Yunhe responded calmly.

"Exactly, exactly; it's just that I, Wei, am too eager."

Thus, the three of them fled this place at great speed, escaping the Yuan clan's encirclement.

But the Yuan clan cultivator pursuing them behind showed no intention of giving up.

After flying like this, they didn't even know how long they had flown.

Until Wei Haiyuan felt the time was about right, he again sent a mental transmission to Yunhe:

"Fellow Daoist Yun, is this place about right? If we keep fleeing, I, Wei, won't be able to hold on!"

At the same time, he was also greatly puzzled in his heart, never expecting Yunhe to be so adept at fleeing; he had somewhat underestimated the flying treasure behind him.

However, although he said he couldn't hold on, in fact he had not been flying at full speed; now he completely released his restraint, and with terrifying magical power surging, his speed suddenly increased, rapidly closing the distance to Yunhe.

"'Can't hold on?'"

A flash of cold light passed through Yunhe's eyes as he mentally replied, "Good!"

Immediately after, he flapped his wings behind him once more; under the astonished gazes of Wei Haiyuan and Xiao Wuxian, his speed actually increased as well.

Moreover, Yunhe took out another talisman and, without hesitation, slapped it onto his own body.

Cloud Escape Talisman!

The next moment.

What was even more unacceptable to Wei Haiyuan and Xiao Wuxian was that, although he was now exerting his full effort in escape techniques, Yunhe vanished from his sight in the blink of an eye.

"This!"

Seeing this, the two almost stared with wide eyes, full of disbelief.

They simply couldn't believe that Yunhe's escape speed could be this fast.

I doubt even a late Yuan Ying cultivator's escape speed would be much better than this.

If you can run this fast, after breaking through the Yuan clan's encirclement you should have fled long ago!

Why delay until now!

Now, Yunhe directly marched away before their eyes, while behind them the Yuan clan cultivator was still pursuing them to kill.

Although at this moment, after Wei Haiyuan exerted his full escape technique, the distance between them was also widening, it still fell far short of Yunhe's level.

More importantly.

Seeing their escape speed increase, that Yuan clan cultivator, unknown what secret technique he employed, could still hang on behind them.

This is the greatest problem Wei Haiyuan and the two of them now need to face.

The talisman's effect is limited in duration.

If they cannot completely shake off that Yuan clan cultivator, it means they must face him alone!

Only then did they finally understand what Yunhe had been planning beforehand.

They had wanted to scheme against Yunhe, yet Yunhe was no less scheming against them.

However, Yunhe, possessing such escape speed, had already stood in an invincible position from the start.

Upon learning this, the two were so angry they felt like vomiting blood.

Actually, their guesses about Yunhe's conduct were indeed about seventy to eighty percent correct, yet they were still missing a bit.

After flying a certain distance away, Yunhe did not simply go straight off.

Instead, he hovered in place somewhere.

This Xiao Wuxian is a person of deep scheming; coveting his Yuan Ying corpse-refining is one matter, and this time wanting to draw trouble eastward is another.

Yunhe was quite wary of this person; for him, being pursued by the Yuan clan this time was the best opportunity—if he could slay this person here, even that Yellow Spring Old Ancestor would never think to look for him.

Besides that, there is another reason.

"'At that time, with so many Yuan Ying cultivators present, while the two Yuan clan Fourth Level mid-stage cultivators, the sacrificial elder was blocked by the Purple Cloth True Monarch, and another ordinary sacrificial priest relentlessly pursued Wei Haiyuan and Xiao Wuxian—there must be a reason for this.'"

As for what that reason is, that is exactly what he is curious about.

"'I, for my part, would like to see how you will fare.'"

With that thought, Yunhe retracted his wings behind him, drawing his magical power inward to the utmost.

At the same time, the ancient treasure Qinglian Dao Crown on his head emitted a faint halo, once again drawing in Yunhe's aura.

Even after doing this, he still felt it wasn't enough.

Taking a small vial from his storage bag, he poured half of its black viscous liquid into his mouth and, forming hand seals, performed the secret technique—Ghost Insect Breath Restraint.

With three measures taken together, even the Yuan clan, skilled in divine-sense secret arts, would have no chance of detecting him.

Having done these, he then again approached the place where the commotion had erupted.

It is foreseeable that, after he set up that barrier, Wei Haiyuan and Xiao Wuxian must already have been engaged in combat with that Yuan clan sacrificial priest.

It's just unknown how long the two can hold out against that Yuan clan cultivator.

"'No matter what, after all he is the beloved son of the late-stage Yuan Ying great cultivator Yellow Spring Old Ancestor; he ought to have some life-saving means on him, so he shouldn't be defeated so quickly, right?'"

Therefore, Yunhe slightly increased his speed.

Not long after, he arrived at a high mountain.

Looking far off.

He saw, in the distance, a surging sea of fire, within which there seemed to be a river of earthen yellow color surging, desperately avoiding the scorching of the flames.

(End of chapter)