Chapter 285: Chapter 283: Grasshoppers
"That ancient estate..."
Bai Zhi the Medicine Saint’s eyes narrowed. "Why do I get the feeling this is the inheritance ground of the late senior, Great Saint Shuize?"
The moment she spoke, Saints like Fu Sheng Fairy and Layman Shuqing all turned to look, examining the ancient estate together.
Great Saint Shuize hailed from the Murong clan and was once an incredibly formidable Great Saint.
His Xuanwu Town Sea Great Divine Technique had driven countless demon saints to despair.
The one originally expected to inherit his Dao was his granddaughter, Murong Chengfeng.
Unfortunately, during a duel with Fang Nian, Murong Chengfeng’s identity as a woman was accidentally revealed.
An ancient ancestral decree stated that a woman could not inherit the Xuanwu Town Sea Great Divine Technique!
Because of this, Murong Chengfeng was attacked by certain stubborn old fossils, which ultimately led to the Xuanwu Town Sea Great Divine Technique being gradually lost to time.
Hearing this, Fu Sheng Fairy nodded. "A body of blue light, with Profound Armor drifting about... it does indeed have a hint of the Xuanwu Town Sea’s aura."
"No, this isn’t Great Saint Shuize’s inheritance ground." Layman Shuqing shook his head after a moment of examination. "This is Murong Chengfeng’s inheritance ground!"
At the mention of Murong Chengfeng, the scene instantly fell silent.
One could only say that every clan had its own difficulties, and its own taboos.
...
Inside the ancient estate, the sunlight was faint.
The environment here was like a gigantic maze.
The moment Fang Yang and Sen Hui stepped inside, they were met with three passageways.
"Arise."
Fang Yang waved his sleeve, activating several Talismans and transforming them into multiple Primordial Spirit Beasts, which he sent into the three passages.
The Primordial Spirit Beasts galloped forward, surging into the three passages.
But they were quickly swallowed by the darkness, and the information they sent back was intermittent and vague.
Seeing this, Fang Yang silently applied more than ten Defense Talismans and Body Skill Talismans to both himself and Sen Hui.
A moment later, he let out a light breath and channeled his mind and will into the Xuanyuan Talisman Treasure.
With a RUMBLE, the Xuanyuan Talisman Treasure flew from his hand and hovered in the air.
As they watched, the Xuanyuan Talisman Treasure transformed into a silver ball of light that gradually extended, finally taking the form of a Sword Flood Dragon.
Although this Sword Flood Dragon was only palm-sized, it was remarkably lifelike, its pair of crimson eyes full of spiritual light.
’The Talisman Treasure is the guide; follow the wind.’
At that moment, Fang Yang suddenly recalled this principle.
And so, with a faint smile, he pushed his palm forward, creating a gentle breeze.
Sure enough, as if riding a cloud, the Sword Jiao Talisman Treasure immediately moved with the breeze, heading toward the leftmost passage.
This peculiar sight made Sen Hui’s eyes sparkle with astonishment.
"Let’s go, Xiaohui."
"Okay."
A bitter wind kicked up again, howling fiercely.
The Sword Jiao Talisman Treasure led the way, with Fang Yang and Sen Hui following behind.
Room after room, maze after maze, they easily identified and passed through them all.
The strange thing was, whenever they entered a new room, any Spiritual Objects and Elemental Artifacts within would dissolve into white smoke and scatter on the wind.
"Hm?!"
Upon reaching an Underground Palace, Fang Yang’s eyes narrowed.
Before them, layer upon layer of purple poisonous mist shrouded the area, blocking their path.
Not only that, but Flying Swords flitting erratically through the mist also glinted with a sharp, cold light.
"Fire Eye Talisman, Thunder Sound Talisman, activate!"
In an instant, Fang Yang decisively activated a Perception Talisman.
After a brief observation, he detected no living creatures.
However, the poisonous barrier and the abnormal gravity field were extremely dangerous. Even a few Ten Thousand Beasts Kings would likely suffer a great loss if they came here!
"Xiaohui, it’s dangerous here. Hold my hand tight."
Fang Yang had barely finished speaking when Sen Hui proactively reached out and held his hand firmly.
Fire Robe Talisman! Thunder Armor Talisman!
Fire Feather Talisman! Thunder Wing Talisman!
Burning Fire Talisman! Violent Thunder Talisman!
Aside from his trump card, the Ancient Sword Jiao Talisman, which he couldn’t use, Fang Yang had brought out nearly all his skills.
Then, with a push of his foot, he held Sen Hui and shot forward in a frantic sprint.
The powerful poisonous barrier madly corroded the protective light shield.
The gravity field fluctuated wildly, making the fire feathers and thunder wings tremble.
But as Sen Hui felt the wind whistling past her ears and sensed Fang Yang’s masculine presence, she just felt her heart pound faster. It was thrilling.
When Fang Yang successfully brought her through the palace and was about to let go of her hand, she found herself still captivated by the feeling.
But she didn’t want to delay Fang Yang, so she didn’t throw any petty tantrums.
However, a quarter of an hour later, Fang Yang took her small hand again, his face full of vigilance.
Because up ahead, there wasn’t just a thousand-strong pack of Golden Spear Sturgeons.
There were also the formation patterns left behind by Caiwei, Yu Qingyun, and the others!
’Don’t tell me someone among them also sensed the opportunity here?’ Fang Yang lowered his gaze, pondering.
He knew he had to end this quickly. He needed to pick up the pace.
...
By an underground river, water trickled quietly.
Yu Qingyun, Caiwei, and the others held torches, proceeding with caution.
Caiwei held a sheepskin map and said in a soft, gentle voice, "Everyone, just a little more effort. We’re almost at our destination."
This ancient estate was indeed related to Great Saint Shuize, and it was also Murong Chengfeng’s former palace and Daoist temple.
And both Great Saint Shuize and Murong Chengfeng were famous experts from the Murong clan’s past.
For this very reason, Caiwei, as the young miss of the Murong clan’s main lineage, had obtained a partial map of this ancient estate, as well as certain access rights.
Caiwei had a feeling that if she inherited the treasures here, then according to the rules of the Refining Dao Assembly, she could use them to deal a harsh blow to Fang Yang!
Of course, she couldn’t fight Fang Yang on her own.
However, she had Yu Qingyun and the others with her!
Now, under her guidance, their group quickly arrived at the treasury of the ancient estate.
However, to enter the treasury, they needed to deal with the group of puppet guards that had awakened in front of it.
"This is bad!"
Suddenly, Caiwei’s expression changed drastically as she stared intently at the glowing sheepskin map.
Because she had a premonition—she sensed Sen Hui’s aura!
She could feel that Sen Hui and Fang Yang would arrive in half a quarter-hour at most.
’How can I be so unlucky? Don’t tell me that bastard daughter Sen Hui is really my jinx?’ Caiwei lamented inwardly, feeling miserable.
Ever since meeting Sen Hui and Fang Yang, it seemed like nothing good ever happened to her.
So much so that now, facing another crisis brought on by them, she could only sigh and smile wryly, without much resentment.
HUFF...
Caiwei took a deep breath and announced to the group, "Sen Hui and Fang Yang are on their way! They’ll be here in half a quarter-hour at most!"
BOOM!
This news struck them like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
In an instant, everyone present was struck dumb with shock.
"Half a quarter-hour isn’t nearly enough time for us to break through the puppet guards. We’re in trouble now."
Someone voiced the thoughts of the group, but no one doubted the truth of Caiwei’s words.
"To hell with it! Let’s just set up a formation here and fight Fang Yang to the death!"
"No! The chances of winning are too small! This isn’t the time for a final showdown!!"
Hearing that Fang Yang was about to arrive, everyone panicked like ants on a hot pan, jumping up and down.
In truth, these people were either prodigies from the Golden Clan or outstanding disciples from the Daoist Mansion of Eternal Life.
Perhaps their mental fortitude was a bit lacking, but there was no doubting their strength.
It was just that compared to Fang Yang, they were far inferior.
At this moment, everyone started talking at once, a flurry of discussion erupting.
Some wanted to fight, others wanted to retreat for now; opinions were divided.
In the end, everyone turned to look at Yu Qingyun, waiting for him to make a decision.
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