Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?

Chapter 689: Chapter 631: Yama Hall’s Trap

Looking for death, maybe not, but the old Taoist was really in a tough spot.

The wind tunnel nearly gave him rheumatism, chilling him to the bone.

Especially since he couldn’t fight back. If he destroyed the wind tunnel, the backlash would explode even more savagely.

In just a few moments, the old Taoist, disheveled and with his robe in a mess, managed to hold on by sheer will.

"Nearly sucked the soul out of me."

The old Taoist, face ashen, stepped forward, just as Wang Xingzhi was speaking.

He was still talking unwittingly, not realizing the ashen-faced person behind him.

"In twenty breaths, you will suffer unbearable abdominal pain."

Only when a chilling voice rang out did Wang Xingzhi’s face change drastically.

How could it be this living ancestor?

Could it be...

There was indeed someone in that disaster just now, and the one "looking for death" was this very person.

So the old Taoist was so angry for suffering that unwarranted disaster.

Across from him, Han Yu quickly pieced the matter together, while Wang Xingzhi was writhing in pain on Liu Zongyuan’s back.

The old Taoist ignored him, glaring fiercely at Han Yu instead.

"Did you do it on purpose!"

Han Yu refused to take the blame, insisting he wasn’t capable of foresight or manipulating timing so well.

"How could I? I just blew up Yama Hall’s altar."

It was absurd that the old Taoist just happened to dive in at that moment, wasn’t it?

After roughly spending a while, Han Yu briefly explained his purpose for coming to the Western Territory, but as soon as he finished, a bigger question arose for him.

"Why are you here?"

If he remembered correctly, the old Taoist was being watched closely by his disciple.

Did an elderly man run away from home?

And specifically came to find him?

No matter how he thought about it, this seemed like a big pitfall.

A person like Mu Zili was not someone he’d want to provoke, and if the old Taoist inexplicably came looking for him, it better not cause him any trouble!

If Mu Zili blamed everything on him, how unjust would that be?

And Mu Zili, as a big shot, how could he not keep an eye on an old man?

"My disciple let me out."

The old Taoist said with a smile.

Of course! Turns out he was released to cause trouble for others.

Han Yu continued his complaints silently in his heart.

Over here, the old Taoist’s face darkened once more.

"Enough, do you really think a Divine Dao Realm cultivator is a vegetarian?"

Since just now, this little fellow in front of him had an incredibly vivid inner drama, and none of it was kind.

Did he really think he couldn’t sense it?

"Do you want to bet again? A wager on whether there’s a formation eye here."

The old Taoist’s anger came quickly and went quickly, soon returning to a beaming smile.

But his words left Han Yu helpless.

Damn, came all the way to the Central Continent to gamble.

Such a fat sheep... of course, without thinking, he refused.

Every fat sheep is backed by a breeder you can’t mess with, Han Yu likes to court danger, but not to seek death.

But it didn’t stop him from tossing this courting-death affair onto others.

"I think they’re perfect for betting with you."

Han Yu pointed to Wang Xingzhi and the other eleven, nearly scaring them to death. They shook their heads and stepped back with ugly expressions, almost turning to flee.

Who would dare gamble with this living ancestor!

Losing, they couldn’t afford it.

Winning, not to mention if they could win, even if they did, they wouldn’t dare!

Nobody wanted to seek trouble for themselves!

They didn’t want to gamble with the old Taoist, yet the old Taoist also looked down on them.

Admittedly, the old Taoist’s Dao seed needed gambling to constantly enhance his abilities, but not just anyone could gamble with him.

Deliberately arranged gambles couldn’t be established.

Deliberately losing to oneself couldn’t be established.

People who linguistically reject the power of their words couldn’t be established.

This was quite stringent. To find someone he could gamble with, aside from the two conditions above, he also needed someone whose senses weren’t resistant.

The small world there was either unwilling to bet with him or afraid to win.

Or Mu Zili purposely set it up yet couldn’t pass the third test.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have specifically run to the Central Continent.

"Forget them, I don’t gamble with fools."

The old Taoist snorted, insulting all twelve in one sentence.

Even so, Han Yu had no interest in gambling. He had one last place to visit, and he still needed to find Su Xiaoxiao and the others.

At this point, Han Yu didn’t hold much hope for the formation eye being in the Western Territory anymore.

Out of the only four dangerous points, three matched the formation base, which meant Celestial Secret Tower had some skill.

So if the fourth spot was also a formation base, then there was likely no need to come to this barren Western Territory; there couldn’t be a formation eye here.

Quan Xiaotong’s predictions were indeed more accurate than Su Xiaoxiao’s.

However, Han Yu still needed to find Su Xiaoxiao and the others to ask about their plans, shed twelve burdens, and collect sixty Inquiry Stones...

"Looking for him, that’s easy."

Apparently, the old Taoist still didn’t know about the sixty Inquiry Stones Su Xiaoxiao owed, and without a second thought, he betrayed his little disciple.

It was merely a matter of sending a message, and the lingering breath formed a fist-sized ball before flying away.

Meanwhile, Su Xiaoxiao and the others had decided to give up the search in the Western Territory.

For one, the Central Continent was vast, and finding him with only five cultivators, let alone five hundred, was daunting.

Furthermore, Yama Hall’s placement was too secretive, making the endeavor unrewarding.

Unfortunately, they realized it too late.

Additionally, Yama Hall’s recent uncharacteristic calm was suspicious—they didn’t know what mischief they were brewing.

There were already many Celestial Dao Sect cultivators in the Central Continent; hopefully, they wouldn’t all fall.

They couldn’t waste all their time in the Western Territory; this was a struggle between two factions with many angles to pursue.

If all else failed, eliminating Yama Hall cultivators would benefit the Celestial Dao Sect.

Just then, several balls of breath flew from the horizon, hitting Su Xiaoxiao.

His face then became quite peculiar.

"The old man’s here."

He naturally referred to the old Taoist, but Su Xiaoxiao was surprised not that the old Taoist sent him a message, but rather by the location the breath conveyed.

His master not only sneaked into the Central Continent, but even ventured into the Western Territory?

As a Celestial Chasm tore through space, Su Xiaoxiao and his crew emerged, immediately spotting the smiling Han Yu, and besides him, their direct subordinates, looking awkward—the twelve...

A quarter of an hour later, Su Xiaoxiao was quite frustrated. Though intended to give up, Han Yu’s updates further confirmed his erroneous assumptions.

At the same time, Han Yu learned that the last formation base was destroyed, with its location roughly corresponding.

"I don’t plan on looking for more formation bases, I vaguely suspect they’re traps for us."

Su Xiaoxiao voiced his suspicion.

Yama Hall wants to activate formation bases, Celestial Dao Sect seeks to stop it. Does this make sense?

It does.

But it feels overly deliberate.

"It’s like they’re waiting for us at each step, afraid we won’t keep up, which is very concerning."

Su Xiaoxiao furrowed his brow, growing increasingly uneasy.

If that were true, then Yama Hall was waiting for them to catch up with every move.

So they couldn’t follow their rhythm, or they might end up in trouble.

"How reliable is this suspicion?"

Han Yu found it hard to trust Su Xiaoxiao; after all, he was also groping blindly in the Western Territory.

"You can trust him on this."

The old Taoist interjected.

"My second disciple was the one helping teach him. His senior brother reviewed him, saying his overall view was terrible, but he was trustworthy in details."

Whether this was a compliment or detriment wasn’t clear, but Su Xiaoxiao didn’t think highly of it.

However, the old Taoist pondered if Mu Zili’s choice to send him over was also to disrupt the opponent’s rhythm, not wanting to follow their layout.

Su Xiaoxiao also made a decision.

"If so, the Celestial Dao Sect may concentrate on Yama Hall’s annihilation, affecting the Central Continent somehow."

But this Su Xiaoxiao still wanted to announce in advance.

If they focused on eradicating Yama Hall cultivators, the formation bases and eyes wouldn’t be managed.

The best method would be for the Central Continent to handle these matters, while the Celestial Dao Sect solely confronted Yama Hall.

If cooperation were achieved, everyone would be happy.