70 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

Chapter 70 After repeatedly observing a few more times, Bai Fan finally confirmed her hypothesis and called out to the demon cultivators below. "Listen to me, you can't fight these puppets like this. You have to remove the red crystal stones from their chests." The few struggling cultivators below frowned upon hearing Bai Fan's words. They thought that it was already bad enough that she wasn't coming down to help, but her shouting commands from above only made them more impatient. "A mere human cultivator dares to command us? Dream on." Disregarding Bai Fan completely, they intensified their efforts against the puppets, eager to leave as soon as possible without bothering to engage with the human cultivator above. Bai Fan hadn't expected them to dislike her so much. Even though she was genuinely trying to help, their ungratefulness baffled her. Despite their disdain, their aimless fighting enraged her. Gritting her teeth, veins bulging on her forehead, Bai Fan muttered, "If they want to die here, they'd better not drag me down with them." With that, she jumped down. Since they wouldn't listen, she had to take matters into her own hands. Maneuvering through the swarm of puppets, she started removing the red crystal stones from their chests and storing them in her own pouch. However, while Bai Fan was removing the crystals at a decent pace, the demon cultivators were dismantling the puppets even faster. The more they fought, the more the number of puppets kept increasing, leaving Bai Fan exasperated. "These demons are hopeless." Using her energy, Bai Fan quickened her pace in extracting the crystals. Contrarily, the demon cultivators were increasingly exhausted from fighting for half the day. As Bai Fan's gathering of crystals began to show results, some demons began to notice the difference, particularly a little snake demon who had been casting glances at Bai Fan. Seeing a significant decrease in the number of puppets after removing a crystal from one's chest, the snake demon's expression changed from surprise to determination. He turned to the other demon cultivators and said, “That human's advice wasn’t wrong. I tried it, and the puppet didn’t reappear.” The other demon cultivators, except for a red carp demon, were taken aback by this revelation. Nevertheless, adhering to their belief that a human cultivator could not be superior to them, they interrogated him skeptically, “Are you sure?” “Positive. I can show you.” The snake demon demonstrated, carefully removing the red crystal embedded in the chest of an approaching puppet. With precise control to avoid shattering the fragile crystal, he successfully dismantled the puppet. Witnessing this, a tiger demon too attempted the method but used too much force, crushing the crystal instead. Other demon cultivators, observing the snake demon's success, followed suit without further comments, silently dismantling the crystals while pondering whether the demons were inferior to humans and devils because of their foolishness. Nevertheless, none would ever admit to being stupid. As the demon cultivators managed to grasp truth, the once endless tide of puppets finally began to decrease, allowing them to glimpse a possible way out. Inside the hall’s secret chamber, as Bai Fan and the demon cultivators worked on extracting the red crystals, He Yiman, far away on the sand, finally spotted a patch of greenery. Trailing her from afar were a few human cultivators, equally stunned upon noticing her green silhouette. “Looks like there’s someone ahead.” “Who could make it here alone? Do we approach?” “I wouldn’t. I can’t sense her cultivation level, as if she's a mere human. She’s probably much stronger than us. If she’s a temperamental Nascent Soul cultivator, we might not walk away alive.” “You’re right. Let’s keep our distance.” Mistakenly assuming He Yiman to be an enigmatic Nascent Soul cultivator, the group decided to follow from a safe distance. Meanwhile, behind them, moving sluggishly, Ghost Lantern finally reached a barrier. Being a ghost cultivator and extremely cautious, he hesitated. "Could this be a barrier? I wonder if there are cultivators inside. The dangers of being hunted inside must not be underestimated. I thought I’d found a good place, but it seems otherwise. Should I stay out here or venture inside? Even if it's a cultivator's tomb, it might still have opportunities for my ghost tribe. What a dilemma." After much contemplation, Ghost Lantern couldn't resist the pull of possible fortune and stepped in, muttering to himself, “I’ll just be careful. This chance is too rare to pass up.” As soon as he entered, he found himself where Bai Fan had previously arrived, standing on stone steps and gazing at the enormous moon above. Overwhelmed by its beneficial aura, he trembled with excitement, "This place is incredible. The aura from this giant moon is mesmerizing. Living here for a hundred years would be worth it." Outside in the chaotic South Continent, even ancestral sects were forced to confine their disciples as fiendish cultivators wreaked havoc, using blood rituals and soul sacrifices for their malevolent practices. The worsening chaos had even prompted the usually uninvolved Heavenly Dao Alliance to dispatch envoys to the South Continent, currently in discussions with Xuanming Sect’s master, Shang Zhen. The world was indeed about to change. After Bai Fan and the demon cultivators finally eradicated the puppets, they were left pale-faced and weary. As a familiar rumbling signaled the opening of the secret chamber's door, Bai Fan knew they had a way out. Stepping out of the chamber, they faced another unsettling sight. Instead of finding freedom, they encountered two colossal puppet soldiers, standing like guardians with weapons in hand. Their bronze bodies, ablaze with red eyes, charged at them upon sight, as if activated by a hidden formation. A sweeping strike from the spear left deep gouges in the previously solid stone wall, causing everyone to gasp in shock. But their ordeal had just begun. The other puppet soldier, wielding twin blades, slashed downwards, creating two fissures that raced towards their feet. The group hurriedly jumped aside, fearfully eyeing the imposing twin blades. "Could these be the Wind and Thunder Gods of legend? I can't believe they're puppets," one of them exclaimed. "Look! They don't have red crystals in their chests. How are we supposed to fight them?" another chimed in. "Wait, their eyes are red. The red crystals must be in their eye sockets. Extracting crystals from there will be exceptionally difficult," someone deduced. Before they could finish their conversation, the twin puppet soldiers launched another attack. Bai Fan, dodging nimbly, felt her heart chill as she observed the thunderous cracks forming beside her. The twin puppets granted them no time to strategize, relentlessly pursuing them. Bai Fan noticed the demon cultivators clustering together, which left her speechless. Wouldn't spreading out be much more effective? "Don't just stand there! Spread out! Do you all want to die together?" she shouted. With those words, Bai Fan executed a nimble roll, finding herself behind the twin puppets. One puppet broke off from its assault and charged after her. A horizontal sweep of its spear came too quickly for Bai Fan to evade. She took a heavy blow to her back, crashing into the wall. The wounds she had sustained earlier at the illusionary realm reopened, causing her to cough painfully. She sighed, "I never expected these puppets to be this formidable. They're on an entirely different level compared to the little thing in my storage pouch." But no sooner had she sighed, than the puppet soldier was upon her, spear raised. Each of its steps shook the ground like a giant, making Bai Fan wonder if the large doors outside the hall were designed specifically for these monsters. ※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ The third update is complete. Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Homepage Desktop Version Bookshelf Novel Collection Popular Novels