Chapter 158: News of Crimson Nether, Luring the Enemy Deep (Seeking Subscriptions)

Fubo stood up, and seeing that the others did not attack him, his heart was somewhat reassured.

"My Qianyuan Dojo is tens of thousands of miles away. If you don't mind, you may enter my Heart Lamp, and we will arrive within an hour."

Daoist Wuzang looked at the group, and a crimson Heart Lamp suddenly appeared in his palm.

"Forget it, traveling normally is fine," said the Two-Headed Old Monster.

"I'll fly on my own," Fubo refused coldly.

Everyone present was a centuries-old monster, and their vigilance was far beyond that of ordinary people.

Let alone someone they had just met, even a friend of several hundred years would not dare to rashly enter someone else's magical artifact.

Such behavior was unimaginably dangerous.

Should the host harbor any malicious intent, escape would likely become impossible.

"That's fine too. We shall fly there together," Daoist Wuzang said nonchalantly.

He now needed Fubo's help, and the fellow possessed the technique to divide his body.

Daoist Wuzang's cultivation had reached a bottleneck.

He needed to break through either in the quality of his cultivation method or in terms of quantity.

If he could acquire a few more bodies and refine several more magical treasures, his magical power would undoubtedly be far more formidable than before.

The Two-Headed Old Monster was the same.

The two of them were originally twins, born conjoined for reasons unknown.

Their peculiar innate talent had allowed them to thrive.

The resources meant for one person could unleash the power of two.

***

A trench spanned the earth below.

The river water trickled, winding and twisting like a giant dragon lurking upon the land.

Yin Mountain Ravine.

Seeing this place, Lu Qian remembered that the Candle Ghost King's friend was located here.

At this moment, the jade pendant keepsake inside the sword pouch grew faintly warm, making Lu Qian even more certain of Chiyin's whereabouts.

The desire to leave grew more and more fervent in his heart.

Should he take this opportunity to escape?

Lu Qian dismissed the thought.

Now was not the time.

Qianyuan was tens of thousands of miles away.

Since they chose to fly and would need to avoid crowds along the way, they would definitely stop to rest.

It would not be too late to leave then.

Besides, Lu Qian still had business to attend to.

Twelve hours later.

Daoist Wuzang stopped and said to the others, "Fellow Daoists, take a moment to recover your magical power."

He didn't need to recover; the crucial one was Fubo.

This fellow had expended too much vital blood, fighting several consecutive battles without rest, and his current condition looked rather poor.

"Alright, I'll go get some blood food first," Fubo transformed into a slightly smaller variant of the strange fish.

"Fellow Daoist, I shall help you," Daoist Wuzang said.

"No need." Fubo's guard was still somewhat high.

"Then let two of my subordinates lend a hand."

Daoist Wuzang said, secretly exchanging a glance with the two of them, clearly intending for them to act as watchers.

"Very well." Fubo thought for a moment and finally agreed.

To refuse further would be failing to show any courtesy.

With that, Fubo was enveloped in a mist of blood and vanished on the spot.

General Ma drove a dark cloud and pursued them together with Lu Qian.

"Later, you do this, and then like that..." Lu Qian instructed General Ma on the upcoming plan.

Swish!

The group flew all the way.

Ahead lay a small town.

It was not large, appearing to house only thirty to fifty thousand people at most.

Fubo stopped. Ever since he had been beaten back to his senses by Daoist Wuzang, the man had returned to normal and was no longer reckless.

"You two go ahead and scout the path," Fubo said with a gloomy expression, his eyes flashing with a strong desire to kill.

"Understood, My Lord!"

General Ma took the lead and flew out.

Lu Qian pinched a finger incantation, and three-chi-long nether flames condensed in the air.

"Wait!"

The moment he saw the three-chi nether flames, a cold glare burst from Fubo's eyes, and a dangerous aura emanated from his body.

He swiftly flew in front of Lu Qian and grabbed the collar of the horse-headed monster before him.

"Where did you get this from?" Fubo asked through clenched teeth.

The Seven-Kill Nether Talisman Sword was a signature skill of unorthodox sects such as the Tongyou Temple and the Seven Martial Mountains.

Fubo had only ever seen Lu Qian cultivate the Seven-Kill Nether Talisman Sword to maximum proficiency.

Although they were tens of thousands of miles away and the chance of running into an old acquaintance was very slim, Fubo still kept Lu Qian on his mind.

In Fubo's heart, his hatred for Lu Qian ran far deeper than his hatred for the President of the Tianhe Guild.

Although he and the President of the Tianhe Guild were old rivals, their conflicts were give-and-take.

Both sides had suffered losses and gained benefits.

But Lu Qian was different.

This fellow had been taking advantage from start to finish, and even joined the Lingbo Tower while he himself had to provide for the fellow.

"When I catch you, I will definitely train you into a blood slave and make your life worse than death."

Fubo's eyes turned crimson as he fell into a fantasy, momentarily forgetting to question Lu Qian.

"Audacious! How did a scoundrel like you offend My Lord?" General Ma shouted angrily at Lu Qian.

The shout broke Fubo's train of thought.

He glared fiercely at General Ma, scaring him into a cold sweat and trembling all over.

"Speak quickly," Fubo said coldly.

"This subordinate exchanged it with a Daoist near the Yin Mountain Ravine. The place where that person hides is not far from here."

The horse-headed monster transformed by Lu Qian put on a trembling appearance.

"What does that person look like?" Fubo released his aura, uprooting trees within a radius of hundreds of zhang.

Having been beaten up earlier, this fellow's mind had become somewhat clouded.

Upon hearing news of Lu Qian, he grew increasingly impatient.

Lu Qian described his own appearance.

"It's really him! It's really him!"

Fubo muttered to himself, his eyes gradually turning blood-red, his vital energy soaring like wolf smoke.

"Take me there quickly." Fubo could no longer be bothered with detailed questioning; as long as he found news of his arch-enemy, nothing else mattered.

Lu Qian randomly pointed in a direction.

Fubo whipped up a ball of blood cloud.

The blood energy boiled, burning like steam.

Disregarding the consumption of his core blood, he pushed his speed to the absolute limit.

General Ma was left behind in place; Fubo had not taken him along.

General Ma did not immediately return, instead staying put to buy time for Lu Qian.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they had flown hundreds of li.

Lu Qian pointed to the mountain peak ahead and said, "That Daoist appeared near here."

Fubo opened his eyes, two beams of crimson light shooting from them.

The crimson light swept across the earth.

"Found him!" Fubo opened his eyes wide, shook his body, and transformed back into human form.

He grabbed Lu Qian's shoulder and hoisted him upward.

The two of them flashed to the entrance of a cave.

Fubo cast a beam of black light to conceal their presences.

"You go in and scout the way," Fubo looked at Lu Qian.

"My Lord, I cannot!"

"Move!"

Lu Qian walked inside, trembling with fear.

"Ah, ah!!"

A miserable scream echoed out.

The horse-headed monster was sent flying backward, its body covered in dense wounds of varying sizes.

wisps of golden Qi lingered around the wounds.

"He is indeed here!"

Fubo swayed his body, and countless fireballs and poisonous water flew into the cave entrance.

Boom, boom, boom!

The earth shook and the mountains trembled.

"Oh?" Fubo was astonished.

There was still no movement inside.

Out of caution, Fubo released his spell once more, whipping up a thousand zhang of yellow sand.

Boom!

Still no movement.

Fubo simply flew in himself.

The moment he entered,

golden light erupted from the cave mouth and abruptly contracted.

A golden-threaded sword pouch floated suspended in the air.

This was no mountain cave at all; it was clearly the Profound Gold Sword Pouch.