Chapter 34: The Horn of Slaughter

  More than a month later, on the edge of Qian Ya Sect, there was a continuous mountain range. Among them, a peak of Wan Zhang and its surroundings were particularly eye-catching. At the foot of the peak, there was a dark cave entrance about one zhang in size. Faintly transmitted a wave of mysterious prohibition fluctuations. It didn't look like a place that could be entered or exited at will.

  Around the entrance, more than 20 men and women wearing silver armor stood guard, guarding the entrance tightly, not even a flying bird could get in. It was the four major forces that sent people to guard this place, so as to prevent outsiders from entering.

  This is precisely the Cave of Myriad Immortals.

  Not far from the Wansheng Cave, on a low hillside, there were several Taoist priests standing on it. The leader was an old man with a kind face, white hair and beard, who was actually the empty-minded elder of the Qianya Sect. The black-robed elder stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Both of them were staring at the entrance of the cave in a trance.

  Behind them were four attendants, including Yuan, all of whom had a solemn expression on their faces.

  A crowd of over thirty Qiandu Sect disciples stood neatly behind several attendants, with a handsome young man at the front row who was none other than Lu Yun, the senior brother Ye Fei met at Qianduan Cliff. The people beside him all had an air of indifference about them.

  But some of the disciples behind him didn't look so natural, some had a resolute expression, while others looked tense, only a few could maintain a calm demeanor.

  The last one in the line was a young man wearing white clothes, with slightly dark skin and an expressionless face looking at the entrance of Wansheng Cave, it's unknown what he was thinking about, this person looked unremarkable, who was Ye Fei. Shao Yu was also by his side.

  Near the crowd of Qian Ya Sect, there were three forces standing in the wind, and the leaders were all great masters who had built a solid foundation, with half their feet already stepping into the realm of Condensing Dan.

  One side of the force was all dressed in white, and the leader was an old man with a long face. The people behind him carried a three-foot-long sword on their backs, with sharp eyes, which were exactly the people from Wan Jian Pavilion.

  On the other hand, the clothes were casual, and the ages were different. There was no formation, just standing there casually. Some people were even whispering to each other. The leader was a fierce-looking man, who was actually the power of the scattered cultivators gathered together, the Carefree Valley.

  The last force is quite special, all of whom are female cultivators, each looking extremely charming and hot, especially those captivating eyes that seem to make people unable to extricate themselves, as if their hearts have been absorbed into them. This force is precisely the Piaomiao Sect.

  These four forces are the top-level existence in the southern domain of Youzhou, and it is unknown how many resources they occupy in the entire Youzhou. The four forces also often have some small frictions, but generally do not engage in large-scale battles.

  "Now that everyone is here, let's work together to lift the seal and let the disciples in. There's no need for me to say more about the rules, as they are already clear in everyone's minds."

  Once inside the Cave of Ten Thousand Immortals, all past grievances and conflicts between sects become completely irrelevant. Regardless of life or death, each side will rely solely on their own abilities. The elders and executives of our respective factions are also not allowed to intervene.

  "The Three Months' Time of the Wanxian Cave is closed, and when the time comes, everyone's waist card will have a reminder. If you haven't come out by then, regardless of life or death, the Wanxian Cave will be closed again, and it will not open until ten years later." The long-faced old man from the Wanjian Pavilion said so.

  "Xue Changlao, there's no need to say more about this matter. Everyone understands the rules and the disciples are also aware of them. Let's just lift the seal and let them in." At this time, a fierce-looking big man from Xiangyang Valley sneered and said.

  A cold snort, the old man called Xue Chang Lao showed a somewhat disdainful expression, clearly disapproving of the fierce big man from Penglai Valley, but he didn't say anything. With a single flick of his hand, a flash of light shot out and transformed into a long, black rectangular token in mid-air.

  Hiss, hiss, hiss, a flash of light, the leaders of the other three forces also released a similar token, but as soon as the four tokens appeared, they converged on one place, as if attracted to each other.

  With a buzz, in an instant, a black-colored, square-shaped token appeared in mid-air. Along with the four leaders each casting a spell, the black token slightly trembled.

  Whoosh, a black light column shot out from the token, and in a flash, it shot towards the dark hole, heavily pounding on it.

  Bang!

  A strange scene appeared, the originally pitch-black cave entrance began to twist and burst forth with a myriad of colorful lights. In just a moment, a hazy mountain cave appeared before them, although their line of sight was somewhat blurry, it was no longer as dark as it had been earlier.

  In mid-air, the four-square token split into four, and in a flash, they separately fell into the hands of several team leaders.

  "Alright, now that the seal is open, everyone can go in. Remember the sect's instructions and be careful with your actions." Kong Ming elder said solemnly, his eyes slowly scanning over the disciples at the front.

  Upon hearing this, the disciples of Qian Ya Sect nodded and headed towards the entrance of Wan Xian Cave, while the disciples of the other three forces also surged in with different expressions.

  ……

  On a mountain slope shrouded in a thin mist, two figures stood facing each other, with two treasures suspended in mid-air. It was indeed inside the Cave of Ten Thousand Immortals.

  One of the black-clad youths rolled his eyes and said to the white-clad youth in front of him, "We don't know each other, and besides, the treasures are all hidden deep within. Why should we risk our lives out here, only to let those who went before us reap the benefits?"

  "Hmph, if you hadn't made the first move, I wouldn't have bothered with you." The white-clothed youth said, looking somewhat nonchalant.

  "Oh, then let's put away our magic tools and leave separately to search for the treasure. If we meet again later, it won't be too late to take action, how about that?" The black-clothed youth said.

  Upon hearing this, the white-clothed youth pondered for a moment before nodding and saying: "Alright, one, two, three!" As soon as his words fell, two magical artifacts flashed with a radiant glow in mid-air, then flew out.

  The white-clad youth put away the treasure and was about to turn around and leave when his face suddenly changed. The black-clad youth had not kept his promise, controlling a wolf-toothed club that brought with it a whistling wind as he smashed it towards the white-clad youth.

  "Hmph, you really think I'm afraid of you? The winner takes all, accept your fate!" The black-clad youth sneered, at this moment the white-clad youth was thinking of taking out his magic tool to resist, but it was already too late.

  Just then, the young man in white suddenly flashed a look of anger on his face, and immediately bent down, with a three-foot long sword shining behind him, shooting out with a swish.

  A loud bang.

  Two treasures collided, seemingly at a stalemate, but the next moment, with the white-clothed youth's single-handed seal, the three-foot-long sword suddenly flashed with light, and a half-foot-long cyan light sword flashed out, shooting towards the black-clothed youth.

  Its speed was so fast that the black-clothed youth had just discovered something was wrong, and when he wanted to stop it, it was already too late. With a dull thud, the cyan light sword had already entered his skull.

  Not even a hum was heard, the black-clothed youth's face wore an expression of incredulity, and then his body went limp, crashing to the ground. The white-clothed youth collected all the magical instruments, and with one wave of his hand, a fireball flew out, destroying the corpse without leaving any remains.

  "Hmph, the people of Wandering Valley are indeed not good people. Such a treacherous person deserves to die!" After finishing speaking, the white-clothed youth turned around and walked towards a certain direction in the distance.

  ……

  On a flat plain, two youths stood facing each other, with bursts of dazzling light flashing in mid-air. A grey long spear clashed intermittently with a heavy curved knife.

  One of them wore a gray long shirt, with a cold smile on his face, and said in a low voice: "Hmph, your and my magical powers are equal, but I didn't expect your magical powers to recover so slowly. If you continue like this until your magical powers are exhausted, I wonder what you will use to fight me."

  At the words, a white-clad youth opposite him stirred, his skin slightly dark, his features ordinary, his eyes somewhat dull, but his face was somewhat pale, apparently he was somewhat exhausted. This figure was not someone else, it was Ye Fei. (End of chapter)