Chapter 102: The Mask of Arbitrariness

  Witnessing Zhang Heng fall from mid-air and turn into countless ice crystal powder, Nan Ming's heart still felt a sense of unease.

  Although he was extremely confident in his own top-grade spiritual artifact, killing fellow foundation-building cultivators of the same rank wasn't even a challenge for him. However, Zhang Heng didn't even use a single spiritual artifact and still died right in front of him, which seemed somewhat unreasonable.

  At this moment, the fight between the other two women was also nearing its end. Mu Xuan lightly broke away from the battlefield and said to He Yixiu not far away: "Your skills are slightly better than mine, but if we really fight for life and death, you will definitely lose..."

  He Yixiu let out a soft sigh: "Mu Xuan's innate spiritual roots are truly terrifying, I wonder if you can predict the outcome of this trip to the cave mansion in your heart."

  Mu Xuan let out a cold snort and flew to Nan Ming's front.

  "He seems to be dead."

  Her eyes gazed at the ice crystal powder on the ground, and she whispered: "He didn't die, he hid and escaped."

  Nan Ming didn't find it strange either: "What's this person's name, their strength is terrifying. My close combat abilities are already top-notch in the sect, but compared to this person, I'm far inferior."

  "Fang Yunshan, Tang Feng. I've fought him before, but his actual strength is unknown." Mu Xuan's deep, watery eyes flashed with a hint of unusual color.

  Looking at He Yixiu who was far away, Nan Ming said: "Can't we go and kill her?"

  "Can't kill."

  Nan Ming also did not deny it, and instead fell into a subtle silence, as if there was something he wanted to say.

  Mu Xuan's gaze fell on Nan Ming's right arm, which hung limply by his side, and a hint of concern flashed in her eyes: "You're injured?"

  "This arm is temporarily useless. Only after leaving the cave, I'll ask Master to treat it. The impact on my strength won't be great..."

  After a long silence, Nanming finally couldn't help but ask: "Junior Sister, I really want to ask you a question, what will be the outcome of our trip to the cave this time?"

  In Mu Xuan's eyes, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, a ripple stirred, and she said in a low voice: "The others are not clear, but my own feeling is very bad..."

  "What's going on?" Nan Ming was shocked.

  "I foresee myself standing in a world of complete darkness, disappearing into the Blood Kill Temple amidst reluctance and despair..."

  A rare flicker of fear flashed in Mu Xuan's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by calmness.

  "In that case, you don't have to participate in the Blood Kill Temple, junior sister." Nan Ming said resolutely.

  "No, from the day I was born, Mu Xuan has never yielded... you should be able to understand me."

  Nan Ming was silent for a moment, then suddenly hugged Mu Xuan into his chest and gently kissed her smooth forehead.

  There wasn't a hint of distraction on his face, and he simply gave her a light kiss.

  Mu Xuan didn't stop Nan Ming either. A gentle smile appeared on her jade-like face, like a blooming lily, so beautiful that it was dazzling.

  Gently releasing Mu Xuan, Nan Ming slowly said: "We entered the sect on the same day, and have been together for over a decade. I hope we can walk to the end together..."

  "My premonition tells me that we can make it to that day..."

  Muxuan seems to be comforting Nanming, her tone is very confident.

  "You've never deceived me before, I hope this time is no exception."

  The two of them exchanged a smile, and with a flash of light under their feet, they quickly turned into two black dots on the horizon.

  Zhang Heng's body was in a state of stealth, quickly rushing forward.

  At this moment, Zhang Heng felt a strange movement on his side, and his body suddenly flashed, shouting: "Who is it?"

  "Tang Daoyou, you've forgotten your friends so quickly." A figure in green appeared not far from him, it was He Yixiu.

  Zhang Heng exclaimed: "How did you learn the Wind Movement Technique?"

  This Wind Movement Technique is the Wind Movement Sect's ultimate technique, and Ou Yang Old Ancestor also made an exception to pass this skill on to Zhang Heng, with the goal of making it easier for him to move around inside the cave.

  He Yixiu let out a "heh" and smiled: "If you can learn this magic, why can't I?"

  "It turns out that Ou Yang's ancestor had already colluded with the ruthless and poisonous demon wolf." Zhang Heng said calmly.

  Although He Yixiu's veil covered her face, Zhang Heng could still feel her sizing him up with her gaze.

  "Could it be that this young lady has taken a liking to Tang?" Zhang Heng didn't mind teasing the mysterious woman in front of him.

  To be honest, Zhang Heng's physical appearance is quite good, absolutely the most standard pretty boy face of this era, it's just that Zhang Heng didn't take advantage of this.

  "Pfft." He Yixiu let out a soft snort, then sized Zhang Heng up again with a hint of teasing in her voice: "You're much better off than that Wuji Poison Demon, if you're willing, why don't we just elope..."

  Zhang Heng was speechless, He Yixiu was even more open-minded than a 22nd-century Earth girl.

  However, judging from what she said, her relationship with Wuji Duomeng is not simple at all. Could it be that they are lovers? Or perhaps they have a master-disciple romance?

  "Cut to the chase, how exactly are we going to cooperate?" Zhang Heng's interest in the girl waned, and he directly discussed the main topic with her.

  He Yixiu walked up with a gentle smile, and a pleasant feminine fragrance wafted before Zhang Heng, making him feel slightly on guard.

  "With you, a master like this, our solitary sky fortress won't be intimidated by the Bi Xue Xiang Yun sect. My request is that at critical moments, you can hold back Nan Ming." He Yixiu said in a soft voice.

  Zhang Heng pretended to be deep in thought, and only after a moment did he say decisively: "Nan Ming, I'm no match for you. If it's just a distraction, then I'll barely manage..."

  "Our advantage in the solitary sky fortress is that we have a large number of people, and none of them are weak. However, this time, the top-notch experts from the Azure Snow and Fragrant Cloud Sect outnumber us. According to our estimates, there will be at least four Foundation Establishment cultivators."

  Four Foundation Establishment cultivators? Zhang Heng was inwardly shocked; this was still the minimum number.

  "What benefits will I get then?" Zhang Heng asked curiously.

  "What benefits?" He Yixiu's tone was slightly surprised, "You have Ouyang Laozu's Soul-Eating Gu in your body, and Wuji Demon has also marked you with a tracking mark. If this operation is successful, I will let them remove these hidden dangers from your body."

  Zhang Heng secretly smiled to himself. The Soul-Devouring Gu and the Tracking Mark had long been dispelled by Luo He. However, he finally knew that another mark on his body was left behind by Wuji Demon Lord.

  "Are you sure that Wuji Poison Demon and Ouyang Old Ancestor can remove these seals from me?" Zhang Heng looked at He Yixiu with some disbelief.

  "Don't worry, as long as I'm satisfied, those two, Wuji Duomeng and Ouyang Old Ancestor, won't dare to hurt a single hair on you."

  He Yixiu comforted Zhang Heng in a soft voice, with a hint of confidence in her words.

  "This woman's identity is indeed not simple," Zhang Heng thought to himself, but on the surface he said, "Alright, Tang will believe you this once."

  "You'd better change your appearance and blend in with the crowd at our Dugu Fortress."

  At this point, He Yixiu took out a thin, semi-transparent human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wing from her storage bag.

  "Wear it and you can change your appearance at will, this is what I used before, but it only works for cultivators under the Yuan Ying stage, so I wore this veil now."

  Zhang Heng put on the mask as instructed and under He Yixiu's guidance, he understood how to use it.

  Effective for cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage, Zhang Heng was overjoyed, this thing is good stuff.

  "Can you send this thing to me?" Zhang Heng asked.

  He Yixiu hesitated for a moment before finally saying: "This thing isn't particularly precious, so giving it to you won't be a problem."

  "Heh heh, I'll just call it 'Arbitrary Mask'." Zhang Heng put on the mask and transformed into a robust man with a scar on his face.

  This is absolutely a masculine image, Zhang Heng thought.

  He Yixiu covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "This scar is completely a flaw, for cultivators, ordinary external injuries are not worth mentioning."

  Zhang Heng hummed softly and immediately transformed his face into Zhao Yun's appearance in his impression.

  Many virtual online games have been played, and in the game "Three Kingdoms", Zhao Yun's image is naturally perfect.

  Handsome but not lacking in majesty, absolutely the best choice.

  He Yixiu looked at Zhang Heng's simulated image of Zhao Yun and was slightly stunned: "Who is this simulation?"

  Zhang Heng burst out laughing: "This person is Zhao Yun. He was once one of my younger brothers, but we haven't seen each other for a long time."

  He Yixiu was very curious, but also embarrassed to ask more questions, and took Zhang Heng flying forward at low altitude.

  "The next stop is probably the Blood Kill Temple." Zhang Heng thought to himself.