Chapter 2548: This Move Is a Bit Dirty!

"Hmph!"

"Despicable villain!"

Saint Zhunti was speechless; his resentment hadn't diminished at all. If they couldn't get out of Gai Jiuyou Mountain, they'd be stuck here—when would they ever return to the West with their prize?

Just as they were brooding, Yunxiao interrupted their thoughts, wanting to take Zhao Gongming away.

"If you want to take Zhao Gongming out, take all of us out—or don't even think about it. After all, Zhao Gongming is poisoned."

"Without my antidote, Zhao Gongming will die the moment he's a li away from me."

As Daoist Randeng spoke, his arrogance was blatant; Zhao Gongming stared in shock—he had no idea he'd been poisoned.

Had it been when Ancestor Minghe spoke to him earlier?

The more he thought, the more suspicious it seemed. Zhao Gongming wanted to test it, but Yunxiao refused—he had to protect his brother.

Yunxiao gritted her teeth: "Then stay here. Do as you please. Let yourselves die. It's none of my concern."

With that, Yunxiao left. Before departing, she gave Zhao Gongming a glance—he knew his sister's look all too well, and understood her meaning instantly.

Daoist Randeng hadn't expected Yunxiao to just walk away; he grew uneasy.

This isn't what Ancestor Minghe said!

Could it be true—that he'd be trapped here forever, as the Two Western Saints claimed?

"Aren't you even trying to save Zhao Gongming? He's your elder brother!" Daoist Randeng asked anxiously.

"Do as you like!"

"I don't care."

Yunxiao's cold, simple words left Daoist Randeng speechless.

Zhao Gongming wasn't worried at all—he'd already been told by Yunxiao that he'd come to extract him, though it would take time. Gai Jiuyou Mountain wasn't easy to survive in.

To survive in Gai Jiuyou Mountain, you must have the ability to survive.

Even Yunxiao barely escaped death to understand even a fraction of its secrets. These people had just entered—they'd never survive unless they never left this bamboo grove.

But if they didn't leave the bamboo grove, they couldn't find food. Without food, they couldn't survive, let alone cultivate—it was no different from death.

Jieyin and Zhunti were numb, staring ahead in disbelief.

There was no choice—they had to accept it.

Luo Fu watched from the side, intrigued. Yunxiao and Zhao Gongming had their own plans—but he wondered if Daoist Randeng had truly been deceived by Ancestor Minghe.

If he had been deceived, would Daoist Randeng turn against Ancestor Minghe when he returned?

"I'm truly looking forward to it," Luo Fu said, a faint smile on his lips.

The Honghuang had been quiet for a long time. Since Luo Fu arrived and regained his power, he hadn't seen such a spectacle in ages.

Since the incident with Kunpeng chasing Hongyun, nothing had stirred since.

Suddenly, he remembered something—Luo Fu's projection vanished from Gai Jiuyou Mountain.

Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming waited long on the western side of Bombarding Lingshan; even Xingtian was growing weary there.

The demonic clan's assaults weren't fierce, but they showed no slackness. Yet since Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin hadn't given orders, they couldn't advance.

Waiting and waiting made Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming utterly bored—they both clenched their fists, ready to act.