Chapter 738: Devouring Qi Bug

Ying Mo Shen hid within the shadows.

Through the shadows, Li Yuan saw a valley wreathed in miasma; two streaks of flowing light landed before the valley one after the other—these were the two demonic cultivators he had been tracking.

One of them had a graceful figure, wore a flowing water-blue wide-sleeved long skirt, had a silver-thread veil over her face, and her long blue-black hair hung down to her waist; her jade-like fingers lightly pinched a Bai Yu bell.

At this moment she frowned and looked back at the gaunt youth:

"Yu Yu Guangxiu, why aren't you at your 'Holy Blood Sect' stronghold? Why are you following me?"

That gaunt youth retreated a few steps, glanced at the bell with a hint of wariness, and laughed:

"What does Fairy Water-Blue mean by that? Holy Blood Sect and Ice Soul Sect share the same roots and origin—where is the distinction between us?"

"You—!"

The female cultivator's phoenix eyes held a murderous glint, as if about to shake the bell.

"Junior Sister!"

At this moment, another person walked out from the valley—a youth in a white dharma robe. He glanced at the female cultivator, who fell silent with a frown.

"Brother Zhao."

Seeing this youth, Yu Yu Guangxiu restrained his smile and cupped his fists in salute.

This white-robed youth was named 'Zhao Zhao Wangji,' the third in the Ice Soul Sect's True Lineage sequence; he was only a step away from refining a Yi Pin Fa Fa Jie before he could contend for the True Lineage position, and his divine abilities were beyond Yu Yu Guangxiu's comparison.

"Shi Li Fa Jie is not a benign place; Junior Sister should be more careful when traveling in the future…"

Zhao Zhao Wangji did not look at him, only admonished the female cultivator with one sentence, then Yu Yu Xuanji his gaze had already fallen on a patch of shade in the distance:

"Fellow Daoist, aren't you coming out yet?"

"Mm?"

Han Han Shuilan's and Yu Yu Guangxiu's expressions both changed; they swept cold gazes toward that patch of shadow.

Only to see a youth cultivator step out from the shadow, dressed in a blue robe, with delicate features and a warm smile: "Indeed, I cannot hide it from Fellow Daoist Zhao."

"And you are, sir?"

Zhao Zhao Wangji raised an eyebrow.

"I am Qi Qi Zhili."

The youth cupped his fists, his smile warm: "Arriving uninvited, please forgive me, Fellow Daoist Zhao."

"Qi Qi Zhili?"

A flash of ice-blue crossed Zhao Zhao Wangji's eyes; he felt only that beneath that blue robe surged a dense, gloomy Yin Qi—its color profound black, its Qi motley—clearly the cultivation of an extremely superior Mo Gong.

"Senior Brother."

At this moment, Han Han Shuilan transmitted her explanation:

"This person is a loose cultivator from the Bei Dou Fa Jie domain; he must have obtained a token of the Underworld, come to Shi Li Fa Jie to try his luck, hoping to take part in the Underworld Grand Selection…"

"A loose cultivator?"

Zhao Zhao Wangji was slightly startled within.

Although the Ice Soul Divine Eyes he cultivated had not achieved minor completion, they were still quite wondrous; his earlier alarm was precisely because he had detected a threat.

A loose cultivator of the Fourth Realm could actually be such a figure?

'This should be an elite disciple of a great demonic sect…'

Qi Qi Zhili—or rather, within Ying Mo Shen—Li Yuan also sensed no small threat; this Zhao Zhao Wangji was far stronger than the Xue Xue Yuming he had killed.

Within one month, Ying Mo Shen had devoured ten Fourth-Realm demonic cultivators.

Like that Xue Xue Yuming, and even this Qi Qi Zhili whom he had eaten clean, who was at the peak of the Fourth Realm—having received so many gifts, Ying Mo Shen was already infinitely close to the Fifth Realm.

To be able to make him sense a threat showed this person's divine abilities were extraordinary.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, what business brings you here?"

Zhao Zhao Wangji's expression was cold, yet he did not strike directly; instead, his gaze pinned Han Han Shuilan in place.

"Naturally, to throw in my lot with Fellow Daoist Zhao."

Li Yuan maintained his smile.

Within one month, he had slain ten great demonic cultivators in succession, but intelligence gathering had not gone smoothly.

The divine souls of these great demonic sect disciples all contained divine prohibitions—touch them and they would surely detonate—so that the only one he had eaten clean was the Qi Qi Zhili he was currently impersonating.

But this demonic loose cultivator knew far too little—only that Shi Li Fa Jie was to hold an 'Underworld Grand Selection,' and nothing beyond that.

"Throw in your lot with me?"

Zhao Zhao Wangji could not help raising an eyebrow.

"Precisely."

Li Yuan cupped his fists and said:

"Qi had previously heard of the Underworld Grand Selection and rushed here eagerly, only to learn upon arrival that quasi-True Lineage disciples of the Sixteen Demonic Sects such as Fellow Daoist Zhao had descended to this place; knowing himself without hope, he is willing to attach himself as a tail feather."

Zhao Zhao Wangji gave no definite answer: "Mo Mo Yunzi and Bai Wangsheng are also in Shi Li Fa Jie—why not go throw in your lot with them?"

"Naturally because I am optimistic about Fellow Daoist Zhao taking first place in this Underworld Grand Selection!"

Li Yuan did not stumble even once; of course he would not say that he had merely picked two demonic cultivators at random and followed them here.

"Oh?"

Zhao Zhao Wangji gave a cold laugh: "It's because those two houses don't need outsiders, isn't it?"

'You even know how to find excuses for yourself?'

Li Yuan grumbled inwardly, while on his face he revealed a touch of bitterness: "I cannot hide it from Fellow Daoist Zhao…"

"White Lotus and War Demon have always been arrogant and unruly; it is normal that they look down on you."

Seeing this, Zhao Zhao Wangji's expression instead softened somewhat: "My Ice Soul Sect does not take in disciples halfway, but if I enter the Underworld, I may well be able to bring you along as a Dharma Protector."

You're putting on airs now?

Li Yuan suppressed the urge to blast him with a bolt of Profound Yin Divine Thunder, but his face lit up with joy as he cupped his hands repeatedly:

"Many thanks, Daoist friend Zhao!"

"Senior Brother!"

Han Han Shuilan frowned.

"No matter."

Zhao Zhao Wangji, however, waved a hand. While the two were conversing, he had been using his Ice Soul Divine Eyes to observe for quite a while—this person's aura was indeed that of a pure demonic cultivator.

"Come in."

Zhao Zhao Wangji walked into the miasma, and Li Yuan hurried to follow.

Within the valley stood a grand hall of ice, with divine prohibitions flowing both inside and out. Among them were quite a few disciples of the Bingpomo Sect, with Zhao Zhao Wangji at their head.