Chapter 970: Chapter 238: Holy Land of the Golden Horned Flood Dragon [Ten Thousand Words]_4
This time, it was Feng Yun who discovered it first, then Feng Yun was robbed.
There were five of them, and they had an array formation that combined attacks in the darkness, with immense power.
It was none other than siblings Jiang Bihuai and Jiang Bixiao. The five formed a sword array with their fellow disciples, forcing Feng Yun back and casually putting the Heavenly Treasures into their pockets.
Feng Yun instantly realized their identity and asked in a deep voice, "Heavenly Palace or Underworld?"
"Who are you?"
"Wei Wo Zheng Sect, Feng Yun." In the darkness, Feng Yun said calmly, "I don’t care whether you are from the Heavenly Palace or the Underworld, but it’s best to hand over that Spiritual Medicine obediently, or you’ll suffer the consequences."
Jiang Bihuai snorted coldly, "Feng Yun, you’re too arrogant. The rules in the Yin Yang Realm state that whoever gets it, owns it. Give it back to you? You’re dreaming. Do you think this is Wei Wo Zheng Sect?"
As he spoke, Feng Yun immediately recognized him and chuckled coldly, "Jiang Bihuai, I recognized your voice. You’re not giving it up? Fine, fine, fine, remember this when we’re out, it won’t just be about this Spiritual Medicine."
After speaking, without waiting for Jiang Bihuai’s response, Feng Yun had already disappeared into the darkness.
The opponent was five people, and being from the Heavenly Palace, they were familiar with the Yin Yang Realm, possessing a powerful combined sword array that could identify friend or foe in the dark.
I am no match.
No need to tussle unnecessarily.
The days are long.
Feng Yun left.
Jiang Bixiao was a bit worried, "Bro, this Feng Yun from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect seems intent on avenging us."
Jiang Bihuai laughed softly, "Do you think we at the Heavenly Palace fear Wei Wo Zheng Sect? Besides, the Yin Yang Realm trials have their rules, never have I heard of anyone threatening others by revealing their identity. Feng Yun thinks too highly of himself."
The disciples from the Heavenly Palace all nodded in agreement.
Indeed, it is like this.
The Yin Yang Realm has its own trial rules.
If everyone acted like Feng Yun, whenever someone from the Heavenly Palace had a dispute with others, would it suffice to declare one’s identity?
Just name yourself and have others bring you their treasures?
That’s not how it works in the world.
Feng Yun had reached another place.
His eyes were clear, showing no sign of anger. He naturally knew the rules of the Yin Yang Realm.
But... he was planning for the future.
Once out, there will inevitably be interactions with the Heavenly Palace.
Then, this will be a reason for conflict: your Heavenly Palace people robbed my things.
This reason can be as big or as small, as aggressive or as lenient as one wants. As for what was robbed and what the situation was, isn’t it just up to one’s own words?
Although the Wei Wo Zheng Sect doesn’t need to be reasonable, the higher-ups will definitely get involved. And who among the old ancestors doesn’t care about face?
No matter how clumsy Feng Yun’s excuse is, when the time comes, this is the reason for action—ancestor’s face!
Regarding this point, Feng Yun’s plan was excellent.
You think I came here just to gain benefits?
Wrong!
I came in with countless purposes, obtaining some Heavenly Treasures is just minor.
...
Feng Yun wasn’t the only one.
Yan Beihan, Yin Yunxiao, Lan Xinxue, and others were doing the same thing.
If they found something, they’d keep it. If someone else found something, they’d snatch it.
Anyway, that’s the rule too.
Whoever gets it, owns it.
In the dark, few spoke, but many engaged in hand-to-hand combat.
After all... Heavenly Treasures all flash white light, so they’re easy to find if they exist.
There are Guardian Spirit Beasts, but for some reason, the Guardian Spirit Beasts don’t seem very strong, and are quite sluggish, making them easy to deal with.
The greatest danger comes from the conflicts among those entering the trial.
In a short time, aside from the unlucky ones killed by Wolf demons, quite a few trial disciples from the Great Sect have died.
Everyone acts silently.
If any sound is heard, it’s usually a scream, a dying cry, the last sound in this world, a complete farewell to this world and one’s life!
...
Fang Che continued his search, indeed having ventured too deep.
But it’s understandable, being pursued by the Wolf demon king desperately for most of the day, Fang Che had left others far behind by thousands of miles—it was quite deserved.
As they say, motivation comes from pressure. And the greatest motivation comes from life-and-death pressure.
With Black and White Impermanence chasing behind you, anyone could run at world champion speeds. Just like if the national soccer team were told they’d be executed if they didn’t score...
But being far ahead, he was too distant from the trial crowd, resulting in having no one to snatch things from.
He carefully inspected his surroundings.
All around were those black trees native to the Yin Yang Realm, impossible to see.
And within the Yin Yang Realm, there wasn’t even a trace of wind.
"Where are the Heavenly Treasures? Liars!"
Fang Che was very angry.
Wasn’t there supposed to be a lot in here?
Finally...
A faint white light flickered in the distance.
Fang Che excitedly flew over.
Swish.
Something emerged, an eerie ghostly atmosphere rushed towards his face.
Fang Che cut the incoming thing off with one stroke, using blunt force, intent on hearing where the Yin Yang Realm’s demon beast landed.
If it landed silently, that would be bad.
He heard the thing he struck flying away with a swoosh, letting out a painful screech, crashing into a tree tens of meters away with a boom, and then fell to the ground with a thud.
