Li Yan raised his eyes and glanced at the ruined palace where he was. There were indeed a few damaged rooms in the distance, but only two of the rooms had maple leaf logos engraved on their doors. However, the colors and numbers of maple leaves were different. The maple leaf on one door was red and yellow, and had five leaves, while the other door had three red maple leaves carved on it. If Li Yan wanted to go out at this time, he just had to push open that door.
After identifying the direction, Li Yan took off into the air and disappeared in the red clouds in a moment.
Not long after Li Yan entered the golden gate at the bottom of the pond, five more people came to the Red Maple Pond. The two people in front stood side by side, looking at the palace gate that was slowly sinking, and then looked at the five people sitting cross-legged on the other side. A Zen monk put his hands together.
"Amitabha, we are late. I didn't expect there are still five people left here. There are a lot more people coming here this time than before."
At this time, the middle-aged man in white robe beside him also smiled and said, "Now that the outside world is in turmoil, it seems that many families have also accelerated the training of their disciples. They have spared no expense to send many outstanding disciples to the Beiming Demon Suppression Tower, hoping that they can grow up as soon as possible."
Considering the status of the middle-aged man in white robe in his own sect, he still knew some high-level confidential information. This time, he entered the Beiming Demon Suppression Tower with his junior brother. Supplemented by taking his junior brother in for some training, his main purpose was to hunt down a special soul-type monster - "Mud Beast Soul", and also to enhance his own combat effectiveness.
The status of disciples below the Jindan level in various sects is still rather awkward. They serve as soldiers in big battles and as the main force in small battles. They have to charge at the front in everything. The middle-aged man in white robe knows more than ordinary disciples, so of course he has to seize the time and do everything possible to improve his combat effectiveness.
The soul of the "mud beast" is the perfect material for refining higher-level illusion arrays. Even with the white-robed middle-aged man's fake elixir cultivation, he was not very sure he could hunt and kill the beast. Unexpectedly, he ran into Master Yiming, who he had met several times before.
Zen Master Yiming was coming to the palace at the bottom of Hongfeng Pond to look for a breakthrough, so the two of them were on the same route, and after a brief discussion, they hit it off.
Afterwards, they met two female cultivators from the "Blue Sea Sect". The two women had also met the middle-aged man in white robe during the sect's exchanges. The two women also wanted to enter the bottom of the Red Maple Pond, so they readily agreed.
However, these five people did not travel in secret like Li Yan did. Even so, Li Yan had several life-and-death battles, but these five people did not hide their tracks at all. When they encountered a suitable monster, they killed it immediately. They even killed as many as sixteen or seventeen cultivators, most of whom went for their property.
Looking at the two people talking in a gentle voice in front of them, the two female cultivators of the "Blue Sea Sect" looked at each other. The seemingly kind Zen monk was definitely not like he appeared to be. He killed people without even blinking an eye, with a face full of compassion. The middle-aged man in white robe was equally cruel.
At this time, the two girls regretted joining the team of three. Only the young man in white robe was more normal. He would often keep some tricks up his sleeve against the enemy. However, once he did so, he would be stared at coldly by the middle-aged man in white robe. He would look at his junior brother as if he were a dead person. This made the young man in white robe hesitate and struggle, but he had to attack with all his strength.
The two female cultivators from the "Blue Sea Sect" kept a very low profile. Whether it was herbs, monster materials, or storage bags obtained from killing people, the two women only dared to take a very small part of what they got. Most of them were taken away by the old monk Yiming and the middle-aged man in white robes without any hesitation. The two women felt bitter in their hearts, and now they didn't dare to ask to leave the team casually.
They only hoped that the middle-aged man in white robe would not do anything disrespectful to them because of the good relationship between their two sects. As for the Zen monk Yiming, now every time they saw his smile, the two women trembled in their hearts.
Just as the middle-aged man in white robe was talking to a Zen monk, three figures came flying from a distance. The sound of breaking through the air was very urgent, and there was no sign of restraining their breath at all.
A Zen monk Yiming only used his spiritual sense to scan the area and whispered, "It's actually the 'Ghost Carved Black Lotus' Sun Jiuhe? Why is his right arm missing?"
The middle-aged man in white robes next to him also withdrew his consciousness, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and said lightly, "He looks so aggressive, it seems like he is here to seek revenge."
While the middle-aged man in white robe was retracting his spiritual sense, he glanced at the group of five people on the opposite shore. Without any concealment from Sun Jiuhe, the five people had of course already noticed the three people coming towards them aggressively, but there was a hint of playful smile on their faces, which was seen by the middle-aged man in white robe without any error.
A moment later, three figures came roaring through the air, and then Sun Jiuhe saw the golden palace gate sinking, and his face became more and more embarrassed.
He had sensed the presence of several powerful auras here before, but he was wary of the middle-aged scholar in green with unfathomable cultivation, so he did not dare to use his spiritual sense to detect randomly, for fear that his spiritual sense would accidentally fall on the area where the middle-aged scholar in green was, which would lead to disastrous consequences, so he did not know the actual situation here.
"Brother Sun, we are late. The man has already passed by. I just don't know whether he really entered the palace or left!"
A man who flew over with Sun Jiuhe spoke, his aura of perfect foundation building not concealed at all. He was a burly man with a beard, wearing black bell-bottom pants and a sleeveless thick shirt of coarse cloth, with his two thick and dark arms exposed.
Sun Jiuhe nodded indifferently, looked around, and flew towards the five-man team first. With his action, a mid-stage foundation-building cultivator in the five-man team stood up first, as if he knew that Sun Jiuhe was coming. The mid-stage foundation-building cultivator bowed to Sun Jiuhe, and then his eyes unconsciously glanced at Sun Jiuhe's right hand. Although his glance was extremely covert, Sun Jiuhe's perception was not slow. Although he was unhappy, he still whispered a few words to the cultivator with a cold face.
Then he flew back, not even bothering to say thank you. The five-member team looked at Sun Jiuhe's back but showed no displeasure.
"That guy has already entered. We need to wait here until tomorrow. This time, I have to rely on you two Taoist friends. I have fallen into a big trap this time, and I have made you two Taoist friends laugh at me."
By this time Sun Jiuhe had regained his composure. He withdrew his gaze from the lake with a gloomy face, forced a smile on his face, and said to the two people beside him.
His right forearm had disappeared, but it had been treated with elixir and wrapped with cloth. However, if he wanted to restore his arm, he either had to have rare treasures that could rebuild his body, or wait until he cultivated the golden elixir and consumed a large amount of the golden elixir's power to regenerate the broken limb.
Of course there are two other methods. One is to take over another body, and the other is to let his master spend decades of hard work to recover for him. The first method is too costly, and it will take a longer time for the body after taking over to reach the level of compatibility; as for his master, he will not spend the magic power gained from hard work on his broken arm.
From this, we can imagine that Sun Jiuhe's hatred for Li Yan is deep-rooted.
"When the poison cultivator you mentioned really cast a spell, didn't you notice it at all?" At this time, the cultivator on the other side of Sun Jiuhe showed an unwilling look in his eyes and asked Sun Jiuhe. He came here not to avenge Sun Jiuhe, but to see the poison cultivator who could make Sun Jiuhe lose miserably in one encounter.
This man had a feminine appearance, narrow eyes, and a pale face, as if he had not seen the sun for many years. He was tall and thin, and wore a purple gown that made him look like a walking hanged ghost. While he was asking questions, he once again released his spiritual sense to explore the bottom of the lake.
Sun Jiuhe's skin twitched involuntarily when he heard that. Then, sensing the direction of the other party's spiritual sense, he knew what this person meant. It seemed that he was looking for the broken arm that he had cut off and wanted to find it to study.
But the domineering nature of the poison made Sun Jiuhe's heart twitch when he thought about it now. If he had cut it slower, his entire arm would have been gone. How could the broken arm still be at the bottom of the river
"Fellow Daoist Qiu, how can I be proud of others? This person used poison, and my spiritual sense could not detect anything unusual. Moreover, the poison took effect so fast that I could not react in time. Adding the time I had to detoxify, it took less than three breaths. Otherwise, do you think I would be willing to cut off my arm?"
Sun Jiuhe suppressed his unhappiness and spoke with a slightly dissatisfied tone.
If this person was not a helper he could find as soon as possible, he would not be willing to get so close to this person. There are not many poison cultivators who are willing to have close contacts.
The cultivator named Qiu seemed not to have heard the dissatisfaction in Sun Jiuhe's voice. He continued to scan the Red Maple Pond with his spiritual sense for a while before he withdrew it with regret on his face.
At this time, the big man beside Sun Jiuhe nodded to Yiming and the middle-aged man in white robe in the distance. They knew each other. Seeing this, Sun Jiuhe thought about it, then walked towards the middle-aged man in white robe with a smile on his face.
Li Yan was flying in the dark red sky. The eleven people who entered first had disappeared without a trace. Even the "pride of the palm" Bro was nowhere to be seen. Thinking of Bro, Li Yan thought of the middle-aged scholar in green with terrifying strength.
"He actually left. Otherwise, with his strength, why would he hide and enter? It seems that he either has other things to do, or he went to the third floor of the tower." Li Yan couldn't help but let out a long sigh when he thought of this. The feeling given by the middle-aged Confucian scholar was just like that of his own master Wei Chongran, deep and unfathomable, and his aura was as steady as the abyss of the sea.
No one would have thought that such a great master would appear by their side, unless of course they were on their side.
Li Yan had only flown less than three miles when suddenly there was a strong fluctuation of spiritual power on the side. Li Yan couldn't help but secretly exclaim "bad luck". He had just entered when he encountered a fight with others. Moreover, two figures were flying quickly towards him. Li Yan pointed his toes at the "Cloud-piercing Willow", changed direction, and flew quickly in another direction.
But Li Yan only flew a few miles before his face darkened. The two figures actually turned and continued to fly towards him. Li Yan did not fly at full speed. His action just now undoubtedly told the other two that he did not want to interfere in other people's affairs, and the other party was following him like a shadow.