Chapter 207: My Good Friend is Named Wang Yu

"Take these medicinal pills! They are of little use to me. They suit you perfectly, and as for these two Ancient Treasures, the rest will belong to me."

Yan Taibai gave the medicinal pills and the two Ancient Treasures from the ancient cultivator's remains' Storage Bag to Nanlong Hou.

This made Nanlong Hou deeply grateful; after all, he had indeed not done much.

As for the remaining items in the Storage Bag, they naturally all belonged to Yan Taibai.

After all, the Fire Toad Beast had been slain by Yan Taibai alone.

If he were not a descendant of Cangkun Shangren, he likely would not have been able to follow Yan Taibai here.

And since his lifespan was limited and his cultivation bottleneck had long remained unbroken, he indeed had a greater need for medicinal pills to break through his current state or extend his life.

"Alright, let us hurry to the Blood Curse Gate! Time is short; let us resolve this matter as quickly as possible, and then we can leave Falling Demon Valley."

After stowing away the remaining items from the ancient cultivator's remains' Storage Bag, Yan Taibai urged him again.

"Yes! Fellow Daoist Taibai is absolutely right; it is more important that we head to the Blood Curse Gate first. If there are no accidents, there should be even more good things there. I believe that once we obtain them, both you and I will have a great harvest."

Upon hearing this, Nanlong Hou hurriedly stowed away the Ancient Treasures and medicinal pills without checking them immediately.

After all, this was indeed not the moment to examine them.

Subsequently, Nanlong Hou continued to lead the way, heading toward the mountain peak where the Flying Purple-Patterned Scorpions were located.

At the same time, Yan Ruyan, Qiong Laoguai, Le Shangshi, and the others had already consumed the Creation Pills and successfully left Falling Demon Valley via the Transmission Array within it.

"I wonder how Brother Taibai is doing? I hope he does not return disappointed!"

After Yan Ruyan emerged, her first concern was how Yan Taibai was faring in Falling Demon Valley.

If not for the fear of becoming a burden to Yan Taibai, those close to him would naturally have wanted to remain in Falling Demon Valley to continue searching for opportunities.

But Yan Taibai had already told them before he came that once they found the Spirit Candle Fruit and consumed the Creation Pills, they were to leave Falling Demon Valley immediately.

Because the events that might follow were not things they could get involved in; one careless move could cost them their lives on the spot.

Under such a warning, how could they dare to refuse? They could only obediently find the Transmission Array and come out.

"With Taibai's strength and divine abilities, he has the power to fight even against a cultivator at the Spirit Severing Stage, so there should be no trouble."

Qiong Laoguai spoke up to comfort her.

Taking Yan Taibai as his disciple could be said to be the most correct thing he had ever done.

"Yes! Yan'er understands. It is just that I am still worried."

Yan Ruyan nodded her head slightly.

"After all, Brother Taibai still has to find the inner core of the ancient Fire Toad Beast for Senior Sister Wan'er this time. And this ancient Fire Toad Beast even beat Cangkun Shangren into a state of severe injury; its strength is truly too great."

This was also what worried Yan Ruyan the most.

With the example of Cangkun Shangren, she truly could not set her mind at ease regarding the ancient Fire Toad Beast.

"There should be no trouble. Taibai has already said that it was because Cangkun Shangren had been besieged by both righteous and demonic factions, leaving him with less than one-tenth of his strength, that he was no match for that ancient Fire Toad Beast. In reality, even if a few more came, they would not be a match for Cangkun Shangren. Furthermore, isn't there Fellow Daoist Nanlong Hou? He is a descendant of Cangkun Shangren; although his strength is far inferior to Taibai's, I believe there will be no problem with him assisting from the sidelines."

Qiong Laoguai continued to speak to comfort Yan Ruyan.

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Yan Ruyan could only nod her head slightly and say no more.

She felt that the trouble in Falling Demon Valley this time would surely be significant; otherwise, Yan Taibai would not have told them to leave directly.

After all, although Falling Demon Valley was incomparably dangerous, it also held numerous opportunities; obtaining even a few would be enough to save one or two hundred years of bitter cultivation.

For example, the Creation Pills this time could save at least several decades, or even a hundred years, of bitter cultivation; especially the aspect of helping to break through bottlenecks—not every pill or opportunity possessed such a quality.

"Master, you all return to the sect first! Yan'er will wait here for Brother Taibai."

After a long while, Yan Ruyan parted her lips slightly and said.

"This... very well! Then take extra care of yourself."

Hearing this, Qiong Laoguai glanced at the others and nodded.

Now that they had all consumed the Creation Pills, it was time to return and enter secluded cultivation.

As for Yan Ruyan, if Yan Taibai did not come out, it was impossible for her to set her mind at ease and return to enter secluded cultivation.

"Yan'er understands, Master may rest assured."

Yan Ruyan pursed her lips and smiled, saying.

"Yes!"

Subsequently, Qiong Laoguai, the Great Elder of the Masked Moon Sect, Feng Bing, Le Shangshi, and the others all chose to leave, leaving behind only Yan Ruyan, who was worried about Yan Taibai.

At this moment, Yan Taibai had already arrived with Nanlong Hou at a fairly large stalactite cave.

This cave was over thirty zhang wide, and the ceiling and floor were covered with conical stalactites several feet in size, with white light shimmering on the four walls. But what was most eye-catching was a jade-green pool of water, over ten zhang in size, in the center of the cave.

Apart from the pool water being slightly emerald green, it looked completely normal.

If not for knowing the plot, Yan Taibai would find it hard to believe that the Blood Curse Gate was right here.

"Fellow Daoist Taibai, please wait a moment; leave the rest to me."

Seeing this scene, Nanlong Hou suppressed the excitement in his heart and took the initiative to volunteer.

"Good, then I will trouble you, Fellow Daoist."

Upon hearing this, Yan Taibai naturally would not refuse. Subsequently, he saw Nanlong Hou flick his large sleeve, and a small blue flag flew out from his cuff, then with a "pfft" sound, the small flag submerged directly into the pool and vanished without a trace. Then, Nanlong Hou began to form hand seals and chant incantations.

Suddenly, the surface of the previously calm pool rippled, and the water began to rotate slowly, faster and faster, gradually forming a huge whirlpool. And at the center of the whirlpool, a faint humming sound could be heard.

Seeing this scene, Yan Taibai was not overly surprised, because he knew very well that the "Ancient Treasure" Nanlong Hou was using was the Water-Parting Flag, which should also have been left behind by Cangkun Shangren.

Moreover, it was perfectly suited for this situation.

"Soon, soon. Fellow Daoist, rest assured, the treasures behind the Blood Curse Gate will definitely not disappoint you."

At this moment, a familiar voice rang out in Yan Taibai's ears again.

That is the ancient demon split soul pretending to be the remnant soul of Cangkun Shangren inside the scroll. As for this, Yan Taibai only smiled slightly, not caring about it at all.

Perhaps there are truly good things inside, but Yan Taibai's greatest goal is to exterminate this ancient demon soul.

The reason the ancient cultivator did not choose to exterminate it was because they wanted to learn the specific location of the spatial passage from the other party's mouth.

However, in the end, they did not get their wish and chose to seal it, leaving behind such a great hidden danger.

This time, he has just happened to resolve it.

Just as Yan Taibai was considering whether to slice the sealed ancient demon soul into a thousand pieces or smash it into smithereens, Nanlong Hou had already used the Water-Parting Flag to clear away all the water in the pool, revealing the bottom.

The bottom of the pool was over ten zhang wide and circular, appearing even larger than the mouth of the pool, and the ground was damp, paved with huge bluestone slabs that appeared unusually smooth.

In the middle of the bluestone ground, that Water-Parting Flag was inserted, half-buried in the ground, but the flag surface was emitting a blue spiritual light. All around were unusually verdant, towering water curtains that rose straight up to the mouth of the pool.

"To have this Blood Curse Gate in such a place, I fear no one could have expected it."

Seeing this scene, Nanlong Hou sighed.

Then, after finishing this sentence, Nanlong Hou patted his Storage Bag again.

Immediately, a white light was seen flying out; it was the previous white jade pendant, now suspended in mid-air, spinning non-stop.

Afterwards, Nanlong Hou continued to form seals and chant incantations, sending out one spell after another, which were absorbed completely by the jade pendant; before long, it emitted a clear sound like a phoenix cry.

At this moment, Nanlong Hou pointed forcefully at the jade pendant. As the jade pendant trembled, a large expanse of white mist sprayed out from its surface, sweeping forward.

The next moment, wherever the white light mist passed, the water curtain twisted and tore apart like a ruptured painting, shattering and disappearing in the mist; in its place, an arched stone gate about three zhang high appeared, flickering with blood-red light.

A huge single-horned ghost head was carved on the surface of the stone gate, occupying almost the entire area of the gate's surface; it was lifelike, ferocious, and evil.

"It is indeed here; now it is time to open it."

Seeing the "Blood Curse Gate" before him, Yan Taibai revealed a smile and said.

"Fellow Daoist Taibai, do you not feel that this Blood Curse Gate is a bit strange? The demonic nature is too heavy. It does not seem like a place with treasures?"

Compared to Yan Taibai's joy, Nanlong Hou frowned instead and could not help but ask.

"Whether it is or not, won't we know once we open it?"

Yan Taibai smiled and said.

"At this point, could it be that you still want to leave?"

"How could that be."

Nanlong Hou hurriedly shook his head to deny it.

Afterwards, he took off a Storage Bag and flipped it into the air.

Immediately, a sheet of white mist swept out; it was the crystal-clear remains of the ancient cultivator.

"This Blood Curse Gate is truly strange; it actually requires the essence or flesh and blood of the person who cast the curse to undo it. Flesh and blood certainly cannot be found, but there should still be some cultivator essence within these remains of the ancient cultivator who sat in meditation."

Nanlong Hou's expression became increasingly strange as he spoke.

After finishing, he cast spells on the crystal remains of the ancient cultivator, turning them into bone powder, grit...

After doing all this, he wrapped this translucent bone powder in the mist, causing it to glow with various colors of spiritual light, flickering incessantly and appearing unusually gorgeous.

Then, he pointed at the "Blood Curse Gate" in front.

Immediately, blood light surged out from the Blood Curse Gate, then intertwined and condensed, turning into a huge ghost face identical to the ghost head carved on the stone gate, measuring a full zhang in size.

Subsequently, the bone powder within the mist turned directly into white light dots the size of rice grains, swarming toward the ghost face as if desperate.

At the same time, as soon as this ghost face came into contact with the light dots, strands of gray-white mist surged out, and the ghost face dissolved instantly; after a few breaths, the entire gate was seen shrouded in gray mist.

Piercing sounds of ghosts crying rose up in the mist, and blood light flickered incessantly; then, thick blood-colored tentacles rushed out from the mist, frantically whipping the bluestone ground as if the entire stone gate had come alive, but in the blink of an eye, after being covered by the gray mist, these tentacles immediately melted and dissipated one by one.

"Now is the time!"

Seeing this scene, Nanlong Hou shouted loudly and was about to attack the "Blood Curse Gate," but cold light surged in Yan Taibai's eyes, and he flicked his sleeve.

"Boom—!"

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Ten thousand golden sword lights, like a sky full of sword rain, fell directly onto the ghost face and the Blood Curse Gate.

"Whoosh—!"

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Immediately, this Blood Curse Gate collapsed and exploded, but following closely behind, an extremely fishy and foul odor diffused, causing Nanlong Hou's expression to change.

Looking closely, he saw that at the cuts in the stone debris, dark red black blood was actually flowing out gurglingly like a human's, and that fishy odor was coming from this black-red blood; this situation was truly indescribably eerie! "This..."

Seeing such an eerie scene, even a Nascent Soul Mid Stage cultivator like Nanlong Hou felt a chill, instinctively looking at Yan Taibai, this number one person in the Tiannan Cultivation World.

"Let's go! Let's see what good things are actually inside."

But Yan Taibai seemed to have expected this long ago; instead, he chuckled nonchalantly and strode into the passage behind the Blood Curse Gate.

This passage was not long, only twenty-some zhang, so before long, the two appeared in an underground hall. The hall was not large, only seven or eight zhang wide, and apart from an offering table, the entire hall was empty, with nothing else.

At this moment, Nanlong Hou, who had originally felt it was eerie, was staring with glowing eyes at the things on the offering table.

"Heaven-Origin Fruit, Golden Thunder Bamboo... and ten-thousand-year Heaven-Mending Grass; these are all treasures that have long been extinct in the cultivation world!"

Nanlong Hou muttered to himself in shock.

"These... are all fake. Stop looking. I say, we've reached this point, do you still not intend to show yourself? No, that's not right, you are sealed and cannot come out by your own power, which is why you laid out this plan to lure us here to help you resolve this seal before you. I must say, if this scheme and means were used on other cultivators, they would have already been deceived and would have saved you at all costs for the sake of the things before them. But unfortunately, I have a friend named Wang Yu who told me everything in advance. Therefore, your plan, unfortunately, has failed."

Compared to Nanlong Hou's shock, surprise, and disbelief, Yan Taibai was incomparably calm, saying words that also left Nanlong Hou incomparably shocked and unable to believe.

"Fellow Daoist Taibai, you... you mean that everything before us is fake?"

Nanlong Hou could not believe it, nor was he willing to believe it.

"Otherwise, why do you think it was so eerie just now? Behind this Blood Curse Gate is not some treasure land, nor are there any treasures; all there is, is an ancient demon soul that has been sealed for tens of thousands of years. And I came for this ancient demon soul. After all, so many years have passed, it is time to resolve this ancient demon soul. If I don't act to resolve it and it is truly saved by someone else, the entire Tiannan Cultivation World might face a catastrophe. That will not do."

Yan Taibai chuckled, as if speaking of a trivial matter.

(End of this chapter)