Chapter 332: Tianyang Valley

Since this secret technique for refining synthetic corpse-demons was researched by a Tong-surnamed demonic cultivator, this corpse-mouse was likely cultivated by the later "Tong family," but somehow it fell into the hands of the green-robed dwarf, and the whole clan was even wiped out, stealing this second-rank corpse-mouse.

Wang Yu took the jade slip away from his forehead, a trace of realization in his heart.

He naturally had some interest in this secret technique for refining corpse-demons, which could cultivate a second-rank synthetic corpse-demon from a first-rank demon beast corpse, and he prepared to study it when he had time later.

But how to deal with this strange talisman?

Wang Yu collected the jade slip into his storage bag and looked at the silver small bottle phantom in his hand, unable to help but ponder.

An incense stick of time later, in another high sky ten miles away, Wang Yu looked at the silver talisman still floating in his divine sense sea, somewhat silent.

It was somewhat eerie; this thing seemed to have become a dog-skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off.

Although injecting spiritual power allowed it to switch freely between talisman and bottle forms, once touched by divine sense, it would actively drill into his divine sense sea.

And regardless of whether it was in talisman or small bottle form, it couldn't be collected into the storage bag, as if it were completely unaffected by spatial power.

Even more eerie was that no matter what form it took, it couldn't stay outside for too long; as long as it stayed outside the body for about four or five minutes, it would inevitably drill back into his divine sense sea in talisman form.

During this period, he even tried putting this thing into an iron box covered in restriction talismans, burying it in a deep pit, and then flying ten miles away in one breath.

As a result, when the time was up, the talisman appeared directly in his divine sense sea like a teleportation, and no matter how he tried to shake it off, he couldn't.

This left Wang Yu completely speechless.

Although he couldn't see any harm in this thing yet, and it even added a storage method, the divine sense sea is such a private place for a cultivator; how could he let something of unknown origin stay there long-term?

In the following time, Wang Yu tried various methods.

But no matter if he used techniques to force it out, used divine sense to wrap and move it, or even condensed various spell arrays in his divine sense sea to trap the talisman, it had no effect.

This silver talisman was like a stray dog that had wandered for a long time and found a kennel that provided food and shelter, clinging tightly to his divine sense sea and refusing to leave for even a moment.

It wouldn't work!

After all his tossing and turning, he hadn't driven the strange talisman away, but instead had tossed away more than half of his remaining mana, so he could only helplessly stop for the time being.

If that really doesn't work, I can only wait until I return to the Four Symbols Sect and ask my master, the Ancestral Elder Tianchan, for help.

He didn't believe that with a Golden Core Ancestor's means, he couldn't drive away a mere talisman.

Wang Yu thought, gritting his teeth.

But then again, this talisman was so mysterious and could enter and exit his divine sense sea freely; it was likely of extraordinary origin and very possibly a treasure related to the divine soul.

This made him somewhat hesitant in his heart.

But regardless, an external object that couldn't be fully controlled must never be allowed to stay in his divine sense sea long-term.

Thinking of this, Wang Yu turned and flew back, soon returning to the sky above the Tong family ruins.

At this time, Da Lu and Xiao Bai were piling up the skeleton mouse corpses and waiting eagerly below for their master to return.

"Well done."

Wang Yu praised the two beasts, shook his sleeve, and a giant fireball the size of a head fell from the sky, smashing onto the pile of skeleton mouse corpses below.

With a "boom," rolling flames surged into the sky.

These skeleton mice could be considered a type of small semi-corpse-demon; they didn't have much flesh or bone, and their bodies contained corpse poison, so they couldn't be sold for any price, but they couldn't be left alone either, or they might trigger a plague.

Wang Yu beckoned again.

White clouds grew under the two beasts' feet, and they flew to his side.

He looked at the wounds on the two beasts, took out two white pills, stuffed them into the beasts' mouths, collected them into his spirit beast bag, flew another circle over the place where the Tong family had self-destructed, collected something else from the ground, and then broke through the air to leave.

Not long after.

Wang Yu stood on a flying green wooden boat, but in his hand was a fragment of a black jade pendant with a talisman stuck to it.

This thing was the object the dwarf's divine soul had attached to when fleeing, and it still had the residual aura of a demonic Foundation Establishment cultivator sealed inside.

With this thing, plus those demon mouse mummies, he should be able to report back to the Luori Sect.

But unfortunately, the dwarf's physical body had self-destructed, so he couldn't find a token to identify the opponent, otherwise it would have been more worry-free.

Wang Yu still felt some regret, urged the spiritual power under his feet, and the wooden boat transformed into a mass of green light, heading straight toward the Luori Sect.

It was said that the Luori Sect's mountain gate was located in Tianyang Valley, known as one of the three great fiery lands of the Wu Nation; the valley was extremely hot all year round and was a holy land for practicing fire-attribute techniques.

Therefore, the Luori Sect was also often called the Luori Valley.

This made Wang Yu full of anticipation for this trip.

Twenty days later.

Wang Yu steered the wooden boat and saw a patch of red clouds on the horizon in the distance, while the gray-white mountain peaks rising and falling below were mostly bare, and the occasional green trees had few branches and leaves.

He flew a distance further forward, feeling the oncoming heat, and the further he went, the hotter it became.

Fortunately, Wang Yu was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so he naturally didn't care about this high temperature.

Just as he flew into this mountain range, two figures stepped on white clouds and rushed into the sky from a mountain peak below, blocking his path.

"This senior, ahead is our sect's mountain gate; outsiders are not allowed to trespass." The two bowed to Wang Yu, clearly a pair of young men and women wearing Luori Sect clothing, their cultivation aura appearing to be around the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refinement.

These two also sensed that Wang Yu's aura was above Qi Refinement, so they called him "senior," but their expressions were neither humble nor arrogant, and they didn't show much fear.

Wang Yu didn't talk nonsense, shook his sleeve, threw the Luori Sect's temporary true disciple token to the male disciple opposite, and said indifferently:

"I am Wang Yu of the Four Symbols Sect, a true disciple here for exchange. The assessment task given by your sect has been completed, and I am here to deliver it."

The young man took the token, was first startled, then upon hearing Wang Yu's words, his expression changed even more. After checking the token, he hurriedly bowed and replied:

"So it is Uncle-Master Wang of the Four Symbols Sect. Not long ago, we received orders that Uncle-Master might arrive at our sect recently. I will notify Uncle-Master Xin, who is in charge of this matter, immediately. Please wait a moment, Uncle-Master."

The young woman beside him also bowed respectfully again.

After Wang Yu nodded, he stood on the wooden boat and said nothing more.

The Luori Sect male disciple took a communication array disk from his storage bag and quickly input an incantation into it.

Without waiting long, a sound of breaking through the air came from the sky on the other side of the mountain range, and a mass of red light sped over.

In the red light, vaguely, was a middle-aged monk stepping on a giant red sword. ===== CHAPTER 333 =====