Chapter 271: Red Rosy Clouds

After a dizzying sensation of the world spinning, Wang Yu suddenly appeared in a corner of the ruins.

He hurriedly stood firm and swept his gaze in all directions, only then discovering the massive high tower standing a mile away.

The next moment, the ground trembled slightly, and yellow light emerged on the surface of the high tower in the distance. Amidst "Boom, boom, boom" sounds, it pulled itself from the ground and soared into the sky.

"Puff."

It seemed as if a layer of something in the high sky had been forcibly smashed through, and a pitch-black massive hole emerged out of thin air.

The high tower sank directly into it and left, vanishing from sight in the blink of an eye.

The void in the sky fluctuated violently. In just a few breaths' time, the black hole rapidly shrank and vanished, recovering as before.

Wang Yu was dumbfounded upon witnessing this scene.

He had originally intended to thoroughly loot the other levels of the high tower; after all, that old monk had stayed in the secret realm for several hundred years, so the tower must have hidden quite a few good things.

But he never expected that the high tower would be directly moved away by this "Senior Gong."

It seemed this tower was also not simple; it was mostly likely some kind of high-rank artifact.

But where was Yuan Tong at this moment?

Wang Yu swept his gaze around the surroundings again, still not seeing the young monk's shadow.

It seemed this monk hadn't been teleported to the same place by Gong Yue and should have been in another direction.

However, that layer of blood-colored curtain that had originally shrouded the ruins of this temple had also vanished at some unknown time.

Wang Yu discovered this matter and felt great joy in his heart. He raised his sleeve, released a bone boat that was white as bone, jumped onto it, and soared directly into the sky.

Since there were no restrictions here, if he didn't leave now, when would he wait?

In another direction, near a bamboo forest not far from the original high tower, Yuan Tong also withdrew his gaze from where the black hole in the high sky had vanished.

He whispered a Buddha name, his figure flickered, and he walked rapidly toward another direction, also appearing as if he were distancing himself from this area.

Before the original gate of the temple ruins, two young women with similar faces and wearing armored clothing—one blue and one red—lay on the ground, their eyes closed tightly, motionless, appearing entirely as if they had fainted.

But a moment later, the blue-armored woman's eyelids flickered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

At the edge of the ruins, before the dilapidated room where Wang Yu had originally left the underground, in a seemingly empty courtyard, under the shroud of a pale-green halo that outsiders fundamentally could not perceive, a yellow-dressed woman with an abnormally pale complexion looked at the scene of the stone tower flying away and couldn't help but open her small mouth, unable to close it for a long time.

Half a day later, the sound of breaking air was constant in the ruins, and from time to time, waves of Demon Sect disciples appeared here, frantically looting everything in the ruins they considered valuable.

But after another day, the figures of the four sects' disciples also appeared in the temple ruins. For a time, the four sects and the Demon Sect disciples fought fiercely again.

But for some unknown reason, the true disciples of both sides were never seen appearing; it seemed as if all the true disciples of both sides had vanished without a trace in the secret realm.

A few days later, in a dense forest near the amber in the secret realm, in a massive tree hole that had been dug out, several isolation talismans to prevent the leakage of aura and sound had been pasted on the inner wall of the tree hole.

Wang Yu was teasing the furry small beast lying at his feet.

This second-rank Cyan Wind Wolf cub, after being fed by hand with the flesh and blood of those giant pythons for the past few days, showed some reliance on Wang Yu, but still wouldn't let him easily touch sensitive parts like its abdomen or tail, at most letting him stroke its head once or twice.

However, through these few days of contact, he also discovered the extraordinary nature of this small wolf beast. He saw it now raise a finger and shake it in front of the cyan small beast's nose, attracting its gaze.

"Puff," a sound.

A crimson flame appeared on his fingertip.

The cyan small beast, which had originally been curious, immediately bristled as if it were exploding, opened its mouth, sprayed a cool, wild gale, instantly blew out the flame, and then unceremoniously took a bite of Wang Yu's finger.

"Bang."

Wang Yu flicked his finger slightly, sending the cyan small beast tumbling, rolling to one side, but his heart was greatly satisfied.

One must know that this wolf cub looked like it had been born not long ago, but it already possessed the ability to unleash spells. Even if it looked like just a first-rank Light Wind Technique, it was enough to explain the high potential of this wolf cub.

However, ordinary Light Wind Technique didn't seem to be this cool. Could it be related to the special bloodline Gong Yue mentioned?

At this time, the furry small beast barely climbed up and, unconvinced, rushed toward Wang Yu's arm again.

This time, Wang Yu raised his arm, directly pinched its neck with several fingers, lifted it up, and flipped his other palm. A black leather bag appeared in his hand, and he carefully put the small beast into the spiritual beast bag.

He didn't immediately put away the leather bag, but instead gently stroked the surface of the spiritual beast bag with his fingers, unable to hide the look of joy on his face.

In a certain sense, he believed the value of this bag was even above that of the Cyan Wind Wolf cub.

Because the internal space of this spiritual beast bag was massive, fully over three hundred cubic meters.

He only knew that for the same space artifact, under the same area, the price of a spiritual beast bag was almost five times that of an ordinary storage bag.

After all, ordinary storage bags only held dead objects like artifacts and materials, while spiritual beast bags were special space artifacts for holding living creatures, requiring rarer materials and having more stringent refining conditions.

He had previously obtained a storage bag with a space of over a hundred cubic meters, which had already made him greatly happy, allowing the items he could carry with him to increase significantly.

The spiritual beast bag he had originally received from the sect had a space of only seven or eight cubic meters; those two iron-headed crocodiles that hadn't entered their youth were too crowded in it, and they even had difficulty turning their bodies.

This had made him want to change to another spiritual beast bag early on.

But in the Four Symbols Sect, better spiritual beast bags were extremely sought after and fundamentally didn't fall into the hands of ordinary disciples, and the price was also extremely expensive, not something an ordinary person could afford.

According to what he knew, the spiritual beast bags used by those Foundation Establishment elders and true disciples were mostly only a few dozen cubic meters, but they were already second-rank spiritual beast bags.

And this spiritual beast bag's internal space far exceeded this limit. Could it be that this was a third-rank spiritual beast bag!

This was also the reason why he had felt wild joy in his heart and thanked Gong Yue, this artifact spirit, repeatedly when he took this item from Gong Yue's hand and discovered the vastness of the bag's internal space.

With this third-rank spiritual beast bag, perhaps carrying a dozen spiritual beasts with him in the future would be no problem at all; its practicality was naturally not comparable to that of the Cyan Wind Wolf cub, which still needed a long time to grow up.

However, such a treasure, Gong Yue, this artifact spirit, just threw it to him at will?

Was a third-rank spiritual beast bag truly very ordinary to him, or was there some other deep meaning in it?

Wang Yu pondered to this point, his heart feeling slightly uneasy again. He subconsciously flipped the spiritual beast bag over and swept his gaze toward the two characters "Red Rosy Clouds" engraved on the bottom of the bag.

These two characters were pale-green in color, slender and delicate, seemingly left by a woman.

"Red Rosy Clouds."

Wang Yu murmured. ===== CHAPTER 272 =====