Chapter 241

"Relax, I have no reason to lie."

Lu Fang remained calm and composed, showing no sign of panic.

"Go!" After sprinkling some powder around, Song Ce exchanged a glance with Ji, and the two of them chose a direction and vanished.

Lu Fang glanced at the powder, then followed thoughtfully.

As they fled toward the charred zone, Song Ce suddenly smiled and said, "The army of the Luo Sha Kingdom did appear right where we were just now—he wasn't lying."

"Good." Ji glanced back at Lu Fang, who lagged far behind, and asked, "Can we trust him?"

"I don’t know." Song Ce looked uncertain. "But it doesn’t matter to us. If he stays loyal, fine. If he has ulterior motives, we can kill him together."

In his view, any ghost cultivator they happened to meet—even if treacherous—could do little harm to them.

"By the way, didn’t you say earlier you could sense your King’s call? It’s been so long—if he’s in this direction, we should’ve found him by now."

Song Ce voiced his doubt.

Ji shook his head. "I’m not entirely sure myself. When we left the Lesser Upper Realm, I did sense the King’s call—but after all this time, he’s probably left this place."

"To find the King, we must wait for his call again."

"Otherwise, with the King’s power, even if we stood right before him, we might not even see him."

"You seem eager to find the King. What are your intentions?"

Ji asked, puzzled.

This human Confucian, Song Ce, was deeply unusual—not only was his strength and ability formidable, but he’d even actively helped Ji escape the Lesser Upper Realm.

At that time, perhaps it could be explained as mutual assistance.

But after leaving the Lesser Upper Realm, Song Ce still showed strong determination to accompany him in searching for the Wuyi Clan’s King—this was strange.

Song Ce seemed to anticipate Ji’s question. He sighed: "I am not human. I am an ancient non-human race, like you—only luckier, having escaped my sealing ground earlier than you."

"The world has changed utterly. Back then, the weak human race seized the most fertile lands and possessed the strongest combat power."

"For us surviving ancient non-humans to reclaim our place, just one or two of us cannot succeed. So I wish to build a great force centered on ancient non-humans—isn’t that good?"

"And now is absolutely the perfect opportunity—the Yao and Man tribes are launching war against the human Zhou Dynasty."

"If we have a central figure, we can easily establish the great force I mentioned. Only then can our ancient non-human kind reproduce and avoid endless human persecution."

"Do you understand my intentions now?"

Song Ce said solemnly.

Ji nodded unconsciously—he was convinced. They truly needed to build their own force.

"I just heard the King’s call again."

Ji said seriously.

"Oh?" Song Ce looked surprised, glanced casually at Lu Fang, who stood a distance away, and lowered his voice to ask Ji: "Is the Wuyi Clan’s King near here?"

Ji nodded. "Not right nearby, but not far either. The King seems to be calling our clan members—we must hurry there. Keep it secret from the ghost cultivator behind us. I trust you, but not him."

"As for whether he has ill intent, let the King decide when we meet him."

"If what you said earlier was sincere, I can recommend you to the King. I believe he’ll welcome you. But along the way, you must think carefully about how to build our force."

"The King is a wise one—he dislikes fools."

The two exchanged glances and nodded in unison, then changed direction and vanished again.

"Build a great force centered on ancient non-humans?" Lu Fang sneered. The entity inside Song Ce’s body had told him something similar before.

Still unrepentant!

For some reason, Lu Fang always felt someone like Song Ce would never willingly submit to another—he likely had grander schemes.

Though Ji and Song Ce had spoken cautiously, wary of Lu Fang, his current hyper-sensory ability had let him hear every word clearly.

Now he felt uneasy. If the King was truly in this area, and he’d already sent word to Xue Luo Sha via a transmission talisman, should he still follow Ji and Song Ce to meet the King?

Judging from their conversation, this King must be immensely powerful.

If he followed further, would he face extreme danger?

He was confident no one could pierce his Transcendent Power: Conceal Heaven and Deceive Earth—but who knew if the Wuyi Clan’s King was a bloodthirsty monster?

As Lu Fang hesitated, Song Ce and Ji ahead suddenly stopped, puzzled why he hadn’t moved.

Just as Lu Fang was about to decide to leave immediately and avoid the risk, Song Ce’s voice whispered into his mind: "You’re clever. We did just speak of the King—he’s near. I admire you."

"Don’t worry—there’s no danger."

"The Wuyi Clan’s King is desperate to break free and build a force. If you and I join him, we’ll be heavily relied upon—especially you."

"My ambition is great—I’ll eventually overthrow the Wuyi Clan and build my own force. Will you follow me? Do you want to remain beneath others? I can see—you crave power."

One after another, his words enticed Lu Fang.

Lu Fang licked his lips and decided to take the risk. If the Wuyi Clan’s King turned out to be dangerous, he had his life-saving treasure—he could escape safely enough.

After all, the Wuyi Clan’s King and his followers had just escaped their sealing ground.

Their restored strength was likely still weak, and with Luo Sha Kingdom’s elite pursuers hot on their trail, their recovery would be even slower.

"You’ve got ambition too—I like dealing with people like you. My demands are simple: give me enough benefits, and you can treat me as your trusted subordinate."

Lu Fang whispered back to Song Ce.

"Bold! Deal!" Song Ce replied instantly.

Lu Fang took several deep breaths and walked toward Song Ce and Ji. He was genuinely curious about the Wuyi Clan and their King—sealed away by unknown hands in ancient times—and what they would do next.

Ji saw Lu Fang returning and opened his mouth to speak, then froze. Moments later, he said gravely: "I heard the King’s call again. Hurry—he may be in danger."