Chapter 91: Soul-Calling Bell, Counterkill

“Younger brother, make your decision quickly—don’t delay any longer!”

“Otherwise, when that old bastard Yu De arrives, we’ll all die!”

Luo Yu urged He Pingsheng.

After thinking carefully for several breaths, He Pingsheng said: “Fine… Sister, let’s go together!”

Saying this, He Pingsheng pulled out a snow-white [Transportation Jade Talisman] from his Hundred Treasures Bag.

He was about to activate it.

At that moment, Luo Yu also reached into her own Hundred Treasures Bag and withdrew an object.

It was not a talisman, but a golden bell.

The bell was already in its activated state when she pulled it out.

With lightning speed, Luo Yu slammed it sharply toward He Pingsheng.

Instantly, a golden light shield formed around He Pingsheng’s body.

Spell: Golden Shield.

In truth, He Pingsheng had long been wary of Luo Yu.

Though her words had seemed flawless from start to finish, he had found a flaw.

If they were going to escape?

Why wait until after entering the secret realm to flee?

Wouldn’t it be better to escape earlier?

Why wait until Yu De arrived?

Couldn’t you have escaped while Ling Long was still alive?

Ridiculous!

So He Pingsheng had prepared thoroughly all along.

He knew Luo Yu would strike the instant he activated the Transportation Jade Talisman.

Why?

Because that was the only moment his vigilance would be at its lowest.

Yet at this moment, He Pingsheng’s vigilance was at its highest.

His golden spiritual power had already surged and was primed to unleash.

The moment he saw Luo Yu pull out something other than a talisman, he immediately raised his defense.

But he had miscalculated.

He had predicted the timing of her attack—but not its method.

Ling ling ling…

Three chimes. A golden wave passed through the [Golden Shield] without resistance, striking He Pingsheng’s head.

At that instant, He Pingsheng felt as if his skull would explode.

But in that same instant, he understood: spiritual sense attack.

The opponent was using a treasure capable of attacking the spiritual sense?

He Pingsheng’s face turned pale, then his vision darkened.

His body swayed, then collapsed heavily to the ground.

Luo Yu, holding the golden bell, smiled faintly.

Yes, from the very beginning, she had been plotting.

When she had fought alongside Ling Long, the four of them attacking He Pingsheng, she had deliberately held back.

On one hand, ensuring He Pingsheng killed the others.

On the other, winning his favor and trust.

Luo Yu was intelligent—brilliantly so.

Ever since she learned He Pingsheng was that former menial, she had concluded he must possess an extraordinary secret.

How else could a menial with no background or sect suddenly become a Qi Refining Stage Five cultivator—and a pill alchemist?

Impossible.

Without great secrets or powerful treasures, this was unthinkable.

Thus, each of them held a different attitude toward He Pingsheng.

Yu De feared He Pingsheng’s growth and sought to eliminate him while still weak.

Ling Long hated He Pingsheng and wanted him dead.

But Luo Yu merely wanted to obtain the secret hidden on his person.

That was all.

“Younger Brother He, I never wished to kill you!” Luo Yu murmured, gazing at the golden bell in her hand: “But you are too powerful—I feared ordinary methods couldn’t subdue you, so I had to use this Soul-Calling Bell!”

“You’re only Qi Refining Stage Seven—your spiritual sense can’t be strong. This blow won’t pain you.”

“Hehe… let’s see what secrets you carry!”

“Once I take your secrets, I can leave this place!”

“From now on, I’ll roam free under heaven and earth!”

“Hehehe…”

Luo Yu tucked away the golden bell, stepped forward, and walked to He Pingsheng’s side.

Just as she bent down to search him, she suddenly saw his eyes open.

A snow-white ice arrow shot from his right hand.

Puh…

Without warning, the ice arrow pierced straight through Luo Yu’s body.

Red blood stained her robes.

Then, the ice arrow exploded.

Luo Yu shattered into countless fragments.

…

Elsewhere, Grand Void Gate, Xiuzhu Peak!

In a gilded hall of Hongde Courtyard, Yu De True Person sat upon a lotus throne carved from noble spirit wood, his gaze flashing sharp.

“Look again!”

He roared.

The two disciples before him leapt up and hurried to the back of the hall.

Behind the hall lay a chamber holding the disciples’ Life Jade Tablets.

Just moments ago, several Life Jade Tablets in Hongde Courtyard had shattered, enraging Yu De.

Yet after another dozen breaths, another tablet cracked with a sharp snap.

“Master…”

“Wu wu wu wu… Master… it’s bad!”

“Master…”

“Sister Ling Long’s tablet… it shattered…”

“Wu wu wu…”

Yu De’s face turned dark.

His blackened face bore fury and boundless grief.

He once had a son—a gentle, courteous young master who bowed to everyone, once named one of the Four Young Masters of Grand Void Gate.

Alas, his son was fated to die young.

He perished in an accident over a decade ago.

Since then, Yu De had only his granddaughter for company.

She was his lifeline, his sole bloodline.

And now, even she was dead?

He said nothing, rose with a thunderous crash, and stepped out of the hall in one stride.

Leaving Hongde Courtyard, Yu De True Person headed toward Yuning Palace.

Soon, he met Yu Ning True Person.

“What’s wrong, Elder Brother?” Yu Ning asked, seeing his second brother’s rage and sorrow.

Yu De said: “Ling Long is dead.”

“What?” Yu Ning gasped.

Yu De said: “Yang Xu is dead too. In my Hongde Courtyard, four disciples have perished in the secret realm—including Ling Long.”

“How about your Yuning Palace?”

Yu De fixed his gaze on Yu Ning.

Yu Ning went to the back himself and checked: “All are well—every disciple is accounted for.”

Yu De felt even worse.

Yu Ning said: “Elder Brother, your Hongde disciples and our Yuning disciples didn’t travel the same path.”

“I understand,” Yu De nodded. “I shall go there myself.”

After speaking, he waved his sleeve and left the Yuning Palace directly.

After leaving the Yuning Palace, Yu De leapt into the void and rode his flying sword through the air toward the distant secret realm.

Previously, Elder Jin Dan Yang had used a flying vessel to carry everyone, taking a long time to arrive.

But this time was different—Yu De was riding his flying sword alone.

Thus, in less than two hours, he landed on the square before the entrance to the secret realm.

“Uncle!” Seeing Master Xuan Yang, Yu De bowed respectfully.