Published: August 16, 2025
Chapter 199: The Chen Siblings
“Disciple Li, aren’t you a bit surprised that this humble Taoist let that person go?” The middle-aged Taoist remained silent for a moment before suddenly speaking.
“Heh heh! A little, yes. That kid’s magical artifact is quite impressive—I was even tempted when I saw it!” The old man didn’t hide his thoughts and spoke straightforwardly.
“In that case, you’d better give up that idea quickly. That person must not be killed!” The Taoist frowned slightly, his tone warning.
The old man in green robes showed a flash of surprise on his face but did not ask further. He knew that since the conversation had come this far, the other party would surely explain everything.
Sure enough, the Taoist continued in a serious tone:
“That person is closely connected with Ma Yunlong from Sky Gate Fortress. It’s best not to provoke him lightly!”
The old man was moved and asked in astonishment:
“You mean Ma Yunlong from Sky Gate Fortress—the one who, in over a hundred years, has had the best chance to step into the core formation stage?”
The Taoist smiled bitterly and sighed:
“Who else could it be? I’ve seen that person’s face before. The Falling Dust Pearl the young man was holding is his famous magical artifact—there’s no mistake! So this youth must be closely related to Ma Yunlong. It’s better not to touch this young man!”
“Indeed, thank you for the reminder! Otherwise, I would have made a grave mistake! Ahem, we should quickly collect the spirit medicine and avoid any more uninvited guests!” The old man finally returned to normal and immediately proposed.
The Taoist readily agreed, and after each of them took a “Purple Monkey Flower,” they parted ways—one to the left, one to the right.
Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously in several other places. However, the conflicts there were anything but peaceful—they sparked fierce clashes.
Beside a stone house on a ridge of a crater mountain, four people split into two factions, wielding various magical artifacts as they fought fiercely.
Among them, a man and a woman wore yellow clothes—they were disciples of Yellow Maple Valley.
The man, about forty years old with a scholarly air, held a silver-glimmering giant brush and a golden tome. With each stroke and flick, countless silver talismans and golden lights rained down, forcing their two opponents to sweat profusely, their faces turning pale.
The beautiful young woman directed two flying sword artifacts, one blue and one yellow, assisting nearby. But anyone with sharp eyes could tell that her strength was far weaker—not only compared to her companion but even when compared to the two opponents, she was worlds apart, barely restraining them. She often needed her powerful companion to save her a few times.
Their opponents, however, were not from the same sect.
One was an ugly man with a green light shield above his head, commanding a flying serpent as thick as a bowl and a swarm of giant wasps, crazily blocking the barrage of golden lights from the Yellow Maple Valley man. This ugly man was Zhong Wu from Spiritual Beast Mountain—who had exchanged information with Han Li.
The other was a handsome, somewhat delicate-looking young man dressed in azure robes, likely a disciple from Blade Refining Wharf.
In front of him flew two red throwing knives, radiating dazzling light—clearly not ordinary magical artifacts. Although these knives should have been offensive weapons, they now formed two wheel-sized light shields in front of him, struggling to block the countless silver talismans like stars.
“Stop fighting! We admit defeat! Chen, you’ve got us this time. The spiritual herbs in the stone house belong to you!” The Blade Refining Wharf youth finally gave in, unable to continue.
Zhong Wu, the ugly man, showed a hint of dissatisfaction but said nothing to stop him, tacitly approving his words. He recalled the flying serpent and wasp swarm.
“Hmph! You give up so easily? Nothing is that cheap!” The weakest Yellow Maple Valley woman furiously flicked her hair from her forehead in dissatisfaction. She had been ignored earlier and was full of pent-up anger, her tone sharp.