Chapter 662

Facing Sun Lingtong's suggestion, Zeng Jide shook his head slowly.

"Inappropriate."

"I came to steal this time, just to steal some precious materials from the Wangchuan River, which belongs to taking advantage of a weak point and gaining some small benefits."

"The Painted Skin Luo Sha, however, is aiming to hinder the Wangchuan Prefect's path."

"If we help her escape, even if it's to provide cover for ourselves, it is also inappropriate. This is very easily taken by the Wangchuan Prefect as being the same group."

"Hindering his path is undoubtedly forging a deadly feud, and it is highly likely he will not let it rest for the rest of his life!"

Zeng Jide transmitted his voice back, pointing out earnestly: "Our Un-Empty Gate is a super great sect; although we mainly focus on stealing, we are not afraid of offending a prefecture or a kingdom, but we must see major benefits to do so."

"Just based on what we have gained, how can we forge a deadly feud with the Wangchuan Prefect? It's too much of a loss, not worth it!"

Sun Lingtong secretly thought: "As expected."

Zeng Jide's reaction did not exceed his previous expectations.

If he had insisted before, it is very likely he would have parted ways with Zeng Jide by now.

"It's just..."

"Little Zhuo is the child of fate gestated by the Heaven of the Yang world; he is the greatest human tribulation for the Wangchuan Prefect."

"Senior Zeng, you helping me this time is helping Little Zhuo. Regardless of success or failure, in the eyes of the Wangchuan Prefect, you are on the same path as us

ah."

Zeng Jide was kept in the dark and didn't want to offend the Wangchuan Prefect, but he had actually offended him to death!

However, this could not be blamed on him.

Sun Lingtong was only at the Foundation Establishment level; Zeng Jide would never have thought that there would be two small Foundation Establishment cultivators bold enough to go and hinder the Wangchuan Prefect's path.

What difference was there between this and ants provoking an elephant?

Sun Lingtong frowned, deliberately making it difficult: "But, if we don't use the Painted Skin Luo Sha, how are we supposed to escape from here?"

Zeng Jide only thought he was worried about his own life, transmitted his voice, and scolded with a laugh: "Kid, are you afraid now? Where is the drive you had when you knew nothing and broke into the Wangchuan Ferry?"

"This Painted Skin Luo Sha, I will not help."

"This woman is a demonic cultivator, very cruel, liking to harm the innocent, peeling skin to make treasures. Especially every time she uses human skin and so on to make painted skins, she will exhaust all means of torture, letting fear, resentment, etc., deeply permeate the human skin, in order to make the painted skin lifelike."

"I don't like this person!"

"Speaking of which, Wangchuan Xiancheng guides people to be good, giving soul cultivators and ghost cultivators a chance to start over and turn over a new leaf."

"Compared to the Painted Skin Luo Sha, I have more favor for Wangchuan Xiancheng."

The Un-Empty Gate is not a demonic sect, but a wicked sect.

People in wicked sects are often both righteous and evil, generally between the righteous and demonic paths, not bound by common customs.

"Let nature take its course, let nature take its course..." Sun Lingtong reminded himself in his heart, while on the surface he suddenly understood: "So that's how it is. This demonic cultivator is so cruel; if we rescue her, she might turn around and bite us, dealing with us first!"

Zeng Jide, while continuing to close his eyes to regulate his breath, comforted: "Rest assured, since I can bring you in stealthily, I can bring you out!"

"I just collided with that gold medal earlier and suffered heavy injuries."

"Once recuperated and strength restored, leaving here safely will not be a problem!"

Sun Lingtong felt curious: "Gold medal? What is that?"

Zeng Jide did not begrudge pointing out: "That is one of the national artifacts; it is a consumable, one less for every use. Clearly, we just triggered the Wangchuan Prefect's arrangement here, causing one of the gold medals to fly over."

"The national power contained in this is no small matter, fortunately, no one was presiding over it... If the Wangchuan Prefect's true body were here and took action personally, I'm afraid I would have been killed in one strike!"

Zeng Jide had lingering fears, and also didn't mind exposing his sorry state in front of his junior.

"Alright, any questions, wait until we leave here and get to a safe place."

Zeng Jide exerted his full strength to recuperate.

Sun Lingtong was secretly anxious, but there was nothing he could do, so he could only "let nature take its course" and obediently listen to orders.

Zeng Jide rested for half a stick of incense time and slowly opened his eyes.

His injuries had basically recovered.

"Sigh, still used a Soul Transformation level elixir." Zeng Jide was only at the Nascent Soul stage and didn't have a better healing elixir of a higher level, so it was impossible to recover so quickly.

During this period, Sun Lingtong didn't know how many thoughts had wandered through his mind.

Several times, he almost couldn't help but want to take action himself, break the formation, and release the Painted Skin Luo Sha.

But in the end, he held back, choosing to believe the words of care from the Buddhist doctor Meng Yaoyin.

Must let nature take its course!

Zeng Jide no longer sat cross-legged, stood up, and once again picked up Sun Lingtong with one hand.

Thievery Technique—Shadow Escape.

The old man and the young boy turned into a mass of black shadow again, escaping from the formation space like water, returning to the City Lord's Mansion.

The City Lord's Mansion was still heavily guarded.

But Zeng Jide's strength had recovered a lot, no longer as embarrassed as before.

Just as he guaranteed, a moment later, he successfully brought Sun Lingtong out of the City Lord's Mansion.

The two appeared in an alley.

Sun Lingtong no longer placed his hope on Zeng Jide: "Perhaps, I need to act alone next. Senior Zeng is not the key figure for what comes next."

Zeng Jide naturally didn't know Sun Lingtong's true thoughts, and said proudly: "How about it? Junior, the old man didn't lie to you, right?"

Sun Lingtong immediately gave Zeng Jide a thumbs up and flattered him

several times.

Zeng Jide laughed loudly a few times, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "Kid is a bit insincere, the praise is superficial, a bit perfunctory."

Sun Lingtong gave a cheeky grin: "Junior is extremely impressed by your methods, Senior. But..."

Zeng Jide: "But what?"

Sun Lingtong scratched his head: "But, I always feel that this theft wasn't satisfying enough."

Sun Lingtong was just speaking his mind, but this unintentional sincere remark made Zeng Jide freeze on the spot.

Sun Lingtong was confused: "Senior? Senior?"

Zeng Jide's face sank, his brows locked, staring at the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, his face revealing shame and annoyance: "Good, a very good Wangchuan Prefect."

He patted Sun Lingtong on the shoulder: "Kid, traveling with you is really not bad. Thanks to your reminder, I almost fell into the Wangchuan Prefect's scheme!"

Sun Lingtong was even more confused: "Ah?"

Zeng Jide gritted his teeth, snorted coldly toward the City Lord's Mansion, and said again: "Kid, dare to go into the City Lord's Mansion with me one more time and steal this place clean?"

Sun Lingtong didn't expect Zeng Jide's attitude to have such a drastic change.

He nodded repeatedly: "That would be great!"

Zeng Jide laughed loudly: "Kid, you are just a small Foundation Establishment cultivator, this courage is even greater than mine."

Sun Lingtong immediately bowed and complimented: "That's because you are here, Senior Zeng. If it were me alone, I would have rolled far away by now."

Being trusted so much by a junior he appreciated made Zeng Jide feel even more cheerful.

He laughed, grabbed Sun Lingtong's arm, Shadow Escaped again, and sneaked into the City Lord's Mansion.

Altar Battlefield.

Luo Si and the Earth Fiend Turbid Filth God were entangled in a fierce battle, their situation difficult.

Unlike Ning Zhuo hovered before the Wangchuan tributary, not daring to take half a step across the thunder pool.

He had exhausted his efforts to push the ice coffin into the tributary and had also frozen the river surface at the very beginning.

But with the awakening of the Wangchuan Prefect's true body, Unlike Ning Zhuo's plan was directly thwarted.

The Wangchuan Prefect held a string of beads, constantly twisting them between his fingers, using this to control the movement of the Wangchuan tributary.

If Sun Lingtong were here, he could recognize at a glance that there were many Wangchuan Vortex Eyes on the string of beads. Each Vortex Eye was a full-fledged magic tool level!

This kind of natural magic tool often has a single function, but it is targeted.

Man-made magic treasures cannot affect the Wangchuan River to this extent, but magic tools like the Wangchuan Vortex Eye can easily do so.

In essence, they are gestated by the Wangchuan River and are one with it.

The Wangchuan Prefect's aura surged, maintaining the magic, controlling the tributary, and swallowing the ice coffin into the very center of the tributary.

Here, a vortex formed, trapping the ice coffin.

The cold aura of the ice coffin constantly overflowed, freezing the tributary. But the vortex constantly chose to throw the ice blocks out and attract the water flow.

And when the ice blocks were thrown outside the tributary, they were affected by the Wangchuan Prefect's magic and quickly turned into water flow.

Relying on this method, the Wangchuan Prefect wrapped the ice coffin inside, isolating it far away from Unlike Ning Zhuo.

Facing two Soul Transformation level beings simultaneously, Unlike Ning Zhuo felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

How could he still fight?

The gap between the two sides was truly too large!

But the initial confusion and loss quickly disappeared, and a sharp glint appeared in Unlike Ning Zhuo's eyes: "The Wangchuan Prefect's true body... seems to be very weak."

If it weren't for this, the Wangchuan Prefect would have long since flown out of the Wangchuan tributary and beheaded Unlike Ning Zhuo.

But he still sat in the tributary, and even dealing with the ice coffin was a war of attrition. For a time, Unlike Ning Zhuo outside the tributary could no longer take action.

"The Wangchuan Prefect is so weak, can I take the opportunity to forcibly cross the Wangchuan tributary?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo shook his head, dismissing this bold idea.

The interior of the Wangchuan tributary was constantly freezing, while the exterior was billowing and surging with waves. If Unlike Ning Zhuo forcibly crossed, he would inevitably be swept in at the first moment, and at that time, the Wangchuan Prefect would likely take the opportunity to act, letting Unlike Ning Zhuo drown in the river!

"But the ice coffin is lost, how should I solve the problem of crossing the river?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo frowned, feeling quite difficult.

He had almost solved this problem. But the key answer, the ice coffin, had been lost, and the timely awakening of the Wangchuan Prefect's true body had caused Unlike Ning Zhuo to fall short

of success!

Unlike Ning Zhuo gritted his teeth, thinking rapidly, but could not think of any countermeasures.

He subconsciously touched his mechanism ring, but the latter remained quiet.

? cO

Unlike Ning Zhuo's heart sank again, and his previous conjecture surfaced in his mind.

He immediately changed his thoughts, silently reciting in his heart that he would forcibly cross the Wangchuan tributary, then turn back to assist Luo Si and engage in close-quarters combat with the Earth Fiend Turbid Filth God...

The mechanism ring was dead silent.

"Sure enough, the talent on the ring has been suppressed."

"Did this situation start when I stepped onto the Black Cloud Battlefield?"

The answer of the ice coffin had fallen into the enemy's hands, and the mechanism ring could no longer give Unlike Ning Zhuo hints.

The mechanism ring had helped Unlike Ning Zhuo a lot, which made the big-headed boy feel panicked, unable to help but think: "If things cannot be done, should I retreat?"

He wavered.

But in just an instant, this wavering was strangled by him!

"My mother, Boss, and the others are still on the other path; they place their hope in me, how can I drop the chain here?"

"The fate of the Yang world sent me to this stage; it certainly wasn't to send me to my death."

"Since the Wangchuan Prefect can temporarily detain the ice coffin and suppress the crusade of the Yang world's Heaven against him, then I can also definitely make changes and create more opportunities."

"This is an arduous challenge!"

Unlike Ning Zhuo thought of this, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly, his fighting spirit rebounding from the bottom, constantly soaring upward.

He was not at all unfamiliar with this kind of predicament.

Back in Fire Persimmon Xiancheng, in the Molten Immortal Palace, wasn't it just like this?

Firm fighting spirit allowed Unlike Ning Zhuo to calm down again and start thinking about how to break the situation.

"Ghost tides surge, white paper is in danger, a lone swan carries a candle to break the sky curtain. The guest star should shine north of the literary pivot, ten thousand lights shine and the tribulation destroys itself." He silently recited this prophecy poem again.

"The guest star should shine north of the literary pivot..."

He chewed on this sentence.

According to the order of the poem, the previous sentence "a lone swan carries a candle to break the sky curtain" had already been fulfilled. Then the next sentence "The guest star should shine north of the literary pivot" should be the answer to the solution.

Regarding this poem, Unlike Ning Zhuo already had a clue.

When he was in White Paper Xiancheng, he had specifically handed the sacrificial text of the Heavenly Ghost Transformation Ritual to Wen Ruanyu, a Confucian cultivator, to interpret.

Unlike Ning Zhuo not only obtained the answer to the interpretation but also received a lot of financial support from Wen Ruanyu!

"What this poem reflects is breaking the formation."

"In other words, breaking the great formation here next is the right path?"

"What kind of formation is this? Where are the formation feet and formation eyes? Where is the formation heart?"

Unlike Ning Zhuo was completely in the dark about this, knowing nothing.

He looked at the altar from afar, guessing in his heart: "The altar is clearly the core; could it be the formation heart?"

But even if the guess was correct, it was useless.

To step on the altar, he had to cross the Wangchuan tributary first, which formed a dead knot.

He looked around again.

This pitch-black battlefield was wrapped in billowing Earth Fiend Qi in all directions, forming a thick barrier.

A flash of inspiration appeared in Unlike Ning Zhuo's spiritual sea: "Could it be that we should actually retreat and face that great formation on the Black Cloud Battlefield again?"

He felt this answer was likely correct, but looking at Luo Si's direction, he couldn't help but hesitate.

The Wangchuan Prefect's ears were filled with the sound of surging water.

"Yin Jiuzhu is the greatest enemy of my life!" the Wangchuan Prefect sighed in his heart.

The Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle sealed the Underworld Dragon Shears, and even if the Wangchuan Prefect's true body took action, he could only constantly wear it down; there was still a distance to go before breaking it.

This was because the Cold Abyss Ice Coffin Candle was not purely Ice element, but Fire element reversing Water element, plus the Yin element, to achieve the Ice element.

This was one of Yin Jiuzhu's signature skills; if it were easy to break, he would not be worthy of being a Prefect.

"Take back the Underworld Dragon Shears, and everything will be easy to handle!" The Wangchuan Prefect constantly twisted the string of beads.

Crackle crackle...

In the faint sound, cracks appeared on the surface of several Wangchuan Vortex Eyes.

The Wangchuan Prefect showed strength, but in reality, his state was extremely bad; even taking action to control the tributary relied almost entirely on the string of beads in his hand, and he could not even provide much magic power support, so the string of beads was constantly consuming its own foundation.

Unlike Ning Zhuo's insight was correct; the Wangchuan Prefect in this state had a very worrying combat power, and staying in the Wangchuan tributary was the only way to be safe.