Chapter 155: The Aroma of Rotten Medicine Hides Profound Secrets

"Pure Yang Pierces the Sun!"

Zhang Jun gathered his pure yang energy, refined to the extreme throughout his body, wildly onto his right fist!

In front of the fist, due to extreme heat and energy compression, even the air began to violently twist and become blurred!

This punch gathered his strongest power at this moment, carrying the magnificent radiance of the great sun and the supreme authority to purify all yin evil, like a meteor striking the earth, it fiercely bombarded Zhou Qian!

Zhou Qian turned pale with fright; when he awoke from Lin Xue's terrifying crowd-control ability, Zhang Jun's fist was already before his eyes!

In his haste he tried to activate the Soul-Devouring Banner for defense, but it was already too late!

"Boom!"

The scorching, violent fist solidly struck the thin witchcraft power shield Zhou Qian hastily erected!

That seemingly tough black qi shield, before the pure yang energy, was as fragile as paper, instantly torn apart and evaporated!

Immediately after, the fist's terrifying explosive force, undiminished, fiercely imprinted onto Zhou Qian's emaciated chest!

"Pfft!"

Zhou Qian, as if struck by a high-speed train, flew backward like a broken kite, uncontrollably spitting a large mouthful of black blood mixed with organ fragments while still in midair!

The scorching fist energy burned a charred hole in his chest clothing, revealing equally charred flesh beneath that even gave off a roasted meat smell!

He crashed heavily to the ground over ten meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the Soul-Devouring Banner in his hand nearly flew loose!

"You... you..." Zhou Qian struggled to rise from the ground, one hand clutching his caved-in, excruciating chest, both shocked and angry, gazing at his own horrifying chest wound, then at the underlings Lin Xue had frozen into ice sculptures that were already cracking, his eyes finally filled with disbelief and bone-deep fear.

The growth speed of these two juniors is simply monstrous!

How little time has passed? Yet they can already directly inflict such heavy injuries on him!

He could feel that his already damaged foundation suffered another heavy blow from that punch just now!

If the fight continues, the one who will likely be laid to rest here today is none other than himself!

"The mountain may not move, but the water will! You two little bastards, wait for me, old man!" Zhou Qian flashed a glint of extreme reluctance and hatred, but his survival instinct overrode everything.

He fiercely bit his tongue tip, forcibly spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto the Soul-Devouring Banner before him!

After absorbing Zhou Qian's essence blood, that small banner suddenly blazed with black light, emitting a sharp whistle, instantly wrapping his heavily wounded body, transforming into a stream of foul black smoke that fled at astonishing speed deeper into the woods, vanishing in the blink of an eye behind the dense trees!

"He sure runs fast!" Zhang Jun withdrew his fist, gazing at the direction Zhou Qian vanished, let out a cold snort, his tone thick with undisguised mockery: "Next time you go out, check the almanac, old fossil!"

Lin Xue also lightly exhaled, retracting her vast yin inner energy.

As her power withdrew, the zombies and resentful spirits frozen into ice sculptures lost their cold support, shattering like fragile glass with a crackling sound, ultimately turning into puffs of black ash that the mountain wind blew completely away into the air.

A thrilling battle quickly ended, the forest returned to its original tranquility, leaving only a devastated, torn-up ground and broken trees as testament to the ferocity of the recent fight.

The two exchanged a glance, each seeing a hint of solemnity in the other's eyes.

Although Zhou Qian suffered another humiliating retreat, the mysterious Shadow organization behind him, and the so‑called Supreme One he mentioned—who also seemed very interested in them—were clearly no pushovers, so future trouble is inevitable.

At that moment, the bronze plaque on Zhang Jun's chest and the azure crystal in Lin Xue's hand almost simultaneously burst forth with an unprecedented intense light and rapid vibration!

The brilliance and intensity of the vibration far surpassed any previous occurrence!

Their gazes simultaneously turned toward a not‑far‑ahead steep cliff face almost completely concealed by dense vines and thick soil.

There, a mysterious aura faintly emanated, resembling the underground altar of White Pagoda Temple but far older, more weathered, and heavier!

"Found it." Zhang Jun said in a low voice, his eyes turning deep.

The two hurried forward, jointly pulling aside the arm‑thick, exceptionally tough vines, then bare‑handed scraping away the thick soil and moss covering the cliff.

A pitch‑black opening just large enough for one person to bend and enter appeared before them.

The entrance was not large; inside it was pitch black, invisible to the hand, as if linking to another unknown world, with only a distant, mysterious aura steeped in the ages slowly drifting out.

Another important relic of the Medicine Sect in this remote deep mountain finally revealed its entrance to them.

Zhang Jun bent low and led the way in.

Inside the cave it was pitch black, invisible to the hand.

A scent of aged medicinal herbs rotted and mixed with moldy earth assailed them, mingled with a faint trace of the ancient flavor of residual rune energy.

"Not natural; there are traces of artificial excavation." Zhang Jun straightened his body, slightly adapted to the darkness, and the pure yang energy in his dantian circulated on its own, dispelling some of the yin cold dampness.

Lin Xue followed closely behind, also stepping into the cave.

As soon as she entered, her brow barely twitched in a slight frown.

The azure crystal at her fingertip spontaneously flickered with faint light, illuminating the damp, bluish‑glowing stone walls on either side.

The passage was not spacious, barely allowing the two to walk side by side.

The floor consisted of roughly hewn stone steps, winding downward, their surfaces likewise coated with slippery, thick moss.

"This smell… is the mixture of many medicinal herbs completely rotted together." Lin Xue lowered her voice, and the vast herbal knowledge inherited in her memory let her make the judgment instantly.

"And it dates back an extremely long time."

The two quickly exchanged a glance, each seeing vigilance in the other's eyes.

That old bastard Zhou Qian, since he could find this place and even set up zombies and ghosts as a "welcome" in advance, who knows what more vicious and nasty things lurk in this black hole awaiting them?

The two lightened their steps, cautiously descending the stone steps for about ten meters.

The passage ahead suddenly made a near‑ninety‑degree turn.

As they turned the corner, an extremely faint yet distinctly targeted energy ripple swept over them like a water wave!

"Something's wrong!" Zhang Jun almost instinctively barked out.

Before his words even finished, the stone walls on both sides, which had looked plain and unremarkable, suddenly blazed with countless crimson runes resembling a burning red spiderweb!