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Chapter 266 Cultivation, Blood Rain

"what?!"

Upon hearing this news, the first person to be shocked was not Lu Shihua, who had raised the question, but Roger, whom Fang Cheng called his senior brother.

He seemed to have been struck by lightning; his body trembled violently, and his pupils contracted sharply, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"Say it again, what exactly happened to the Golden Bomba Bottle?"

Roger stared intently at Fang Cheng, his eyes wide open.

He didn't care about the other person's strange way of addressing him; his mind went blank.

Although he and Lu Shihua had a feud and fought each other to the death, it all revolved around seizing the Golden Bamba Bottle.

This Black Cult relic is crucial to Roger's future ability to return to the Tibetan Plateau and ascend to the throne of Dharma King; it embodies his lifelong ambition and aspirations.

Upon hearing that the golden flask had been broken, it seemed that all the beautiful hopes in my heart had also been shattered.

How could he not be shocked, even furious? His whole body trembled slightly, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.

As a leader of the Black Cult, Roger probably never dreamed of this.

It's unbelievable that someone in this world would be so wasteful, so heartless as to poison such a rare treasure.

Before Fang Cheng could continue answering, Lu Shihua was as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, and stood there dumbfounded.

His face first turned bright red, with veins bulging on his neck, and then turned deathly pale.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but something seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He was also staring intently at Fang Cheng, his eyes filled with disbelief and raging fury.

After decades of painstaking efforts, with the Lu family's ancestral spirit about to be reborn and a new secret realm about to open, everything was destroyed by this mysterious person who suddenly appeared. How could he accept this?
Seeing the two men's expressions of grief and indignation, Fang Cheng knew he couldn't stay there any longer and become a scapegoat, lest he be ganged up on and beaten up.

So, with a calm expression, he bowed slightly and spoke again, neither servile nor arrogant:
"Senior Brother Roger, I'll go deal with the rest of the Lu family. You can continue."

After saying that, he took off running, his feet barely touching the ground, his figure like a bolt of lightning rushing away into the distance.

Roger and Lu Shihua were left standing there.

Lu Shihua, who was originally furious and about to teach Fang Cheng a lesson, was stunned when he saw this scene.

Seeing that the guy who ruined his plans was running faster than a rabbit, catching up with him would not be easy.

Furthermore, even if he caught up, he wouldn't be entirely confident of defeating the two masters of the Black Cult who were attacking him from both sides.

His thoughts raced, and he quickly refocused his attention on Roger, the culprit.

"Good, good, good!"

Lu Shihua shouted three times in anger, glaring at his old rival with eyes blazing with fury: "Roger, you're even more ruthless than me!"

Roger was completely bewildered by this sudden accusation and instinctively tried to defend himself:

"I have absolutely nothing to do with him, how could I possibly..."

Just then, a warm call came from afar:
"Zaxi, Dorje, don't panic, your martial uncle is here to help you!"

Fang Cheng was running towards another battlefield.

There, two black-clad lamas were fighting Lu Tao, and were being forced to retreat.

Upon hearing this, Lu Shihua's anger intensified, and his muscles twitched slightly.
"You still dare to say it's nothing?!"

Having said that, he swiftly and mercilessly struck.

In an instant, the ground beneath his feet cracked, and the vines that had been dormant for a while suddenly sprang to life like awakened pythons, baring their fangs and claws as they lunged at Roger.

"Listen to me, our most important task right now is to catch that person first..."

Roger shouted urgently, trying to calm Lu Shihua down and get them to deal with their common enemy together.

As he spoke, he pushed off the ground with both feet, leaped forward, and burst out from the gaps in the vines, trying to escape the futile battle and catch up with Fang Cheng.

But as soon as it landed, a large number of new vines wrapped around it.

"You bastard, are you taking me for a fool?"

Lu Shihua ignored him, his eyes fixed on Roger as if he wanted to tear him to pieces with his gaze.

While urging the vines to attack, he shouted sternly:
"That guy's bald head, he's clearly a bald monk just like you guys!"

"Moreover, flames can emerge from his body. What else could this be but the indestructible bright spot cultivated in Tantric Buddhism?"
"One of you drew fire from the front, while the other launched a sneak attack from behind. Now you dare to do it but not admit it, huh?"

"Fine, I'll make sure you all stay here and die with the Lu family!"

As he spoke, he waved his hands rapidly, and more vines burst forth from the ground, sweeping towards Roger like a tidal wave.

Even though the formation was destroyed, Lu Shihua's abilities remained incredibly powerful, and in his extreme rage, he unleashed an even more terrifying and astonishing force.

Roger was speechless, unable to refute the argument, and had no desire to refute it.

He just silently cursed in frustration:
Damn it, I should be more furious than your Lu family, okay?
The Golden Bomba Bottle is a sacred object of our Black Cult!

He wanted to catch the escaped Fang Cheng and interrogate him about his background, but he was entangled with Lu Shihua and couldn't get away.

He could only keep dodging, forming hand seals, and struggling to withstand Lu Shihua's increasingly frenzied attacks.

Tashi and Dorje, standing at a distance, watched the masked man rush towards them like lightning, and then disappear into the distance just as quickly.

I was a little confused and didn't know what was going on.

Lu Tao was startled, thinking that the humanoid monster that fell from the sky was going to beat him up, so he quickly backed away.

Seeing that the other party was only running towards the manor gate, he was stunned for a moment, then a sinister smile appeared on his face.

So he continued to swing his arms, which had transformed into two wooden spears, and launched an attack on Tashi and Dorje.

Outside the Lu family manor, in the misty woods.

Fang Cheng sprinted forward, the wind whistling past his ears, the shouts of battle behind him gradually fading into the distance.

The withered branches and fallen leaves under his feet crunched under his feet.

After the black mist and ghostly figures that had been devouring people disappeared, the entire Misty Mountain seemed to regain some tranquility.

Everything around seemed hazy and indistinct, as if one had stepped into a mysterious realm.

Before long, a small lake came into view, hidden among the trees ahead.

The lake was as calm as a mirror, with a light, gauze-like mist drifting gently across it.

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up as he turned around and saw that no one was chasing him.

So he leaped into the water with a splash, sending up a large spray of water.

The lake water was icy cold, and it made a faint hissing sound as soon as it touched the skin, which was red from the heat.

It bubbled and gurgled like a piece of embers being thrown into ice water.

Fang Cheng quickly sank to the bottom of the lake and found a relatively flat sandy spot.

Then, assume a horse stance, hold your breath, and begin practicing Qigong.

With a slight thought, true energy seemed to gush forth from the dantian like a spiritual spring.

Then it flows along the meridians of the limbs and bones, shuttling through the gaps in muscles and bones, soaking countless capillaries, and circulating continuously.

Wherever it goes, a gentle and peaceful force nourishes and repairs the damaged areas, just like a blocked river channel being dredged and cleared.

The originally disordered internal energy gradually became smooth, and under the guidance of true qi, it gradually returned to its proper place, each part performing its function.

The internal organs, displaced by the fall from a great height, now seemed to be gently straightened by a pair of tender hands, receiving careful nourishment. Wisps of heat emanated from within, mingling with the icy lake water and causing the surrounding water temperature to rise considerably.

In the darkness more than five meters above the lake, Fang Cheng enjoyed the pleasure brought by practicing Qigong and soon entered a state of embryonic breathing.

It felt as if I had become one with this world and this lake, leaving all the noise and strife of the outside world behind.

During this period, however, some new changes occurred in the outside world.

On the cloud-shrouded mountaintop, everyone was still immersed in the shocking scene they had just witnessed.

People pointed and gestured at the air, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

That figure soaring high into the sky, like a roc spreading its wings.

That punch, falling from the sky, seemed to split the heavens and the earth.

This deeply shocked all the treasure hunters.

The seemingly solid and mysterious formation was destroyed by a single person's fist with brute force, completely disintegrating it.

"It's like a god descending to earth!"

Someone in the crowd shouted this out first, instantly igniting everyone's enthusiasm.

For a time, exclamations of praise and amazement rose and fell in waves.

Those treasure hunters who had previously clashed with Fang Cheng were filled with regret and lingering fear, their faces turning pale and then red.

They couldn't help but want to slap themselves. They had been so blinded by greed that they dared to oppose a powerhouse of this caliber; they had truly overestimated themselves.

Recalling the scene of the battle, the man's effortless demeanor sent chills down their spines, filling them with immense awe.

Compared to these treasure hunters, the professor's team members were even more excited.

Lin Chuqiao stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, her eyes bright, gazing at the outline of the manor that was faintly emerging from the thick fog.

She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her palms sweating, as if she herself had personally experienced this thrilling battle alongside that man.

Bailing, her face flushed with excitement, tugged at the sleeve of the person next to her, chattering excitedly as she shared her inner wonder:
"Did you guys see that just now? Brother White Ghost is amazing! He can fly that far and break the formation with one punch!"

Big Hammer grinned and nodded in agreement with a smile.

The monkey's expression remained normal, but its eyes gleamed with undisguised admiration.

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, both rejoicing at Fang Cheng's heroic feat and feeling fortunate to have escaped with their lives.

However, at that moment, a gust of wind howled and blew dust into the air.

Sensing something, everyone looked up at the night sky, which had returned to calm.

A large patch of dark clouds gathered from the horizon, gradually increasing in number and thickness.

Being on the mountaintop feels like being directly pressed down by the clouds.

The wind rose and swept over like a roar, causing the branches of the surrounding trees to dance and lash wildly in the wind.

A bolt of lightning ripped through the dense black clouds, illuminating the world as if it were daytime.

Immediately following, accompanied by a rumble of thunder, raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall, pattering against the leaves.

"what happened?"

"Is that man-eating black fog about to make a comeback?"

A series of exclamations suddenly rang out from the hilltop.

The sudden appearance of severe weather instantly froze the excited expressions on everyone's faces.

Then they discovered something even more chilling.

Although the rain wasn't very heavy, the raindrops that fell were strikingly blood-red!
Drops of rain, as white as blood, fell with a "pitter-patter," blooming into bewitching blood flowers in the mud, like messengers from the underworld bringing ominous omens.

Blood rained down on their bodies and faces, and the moment it touched their skin, it was as hot as boiling water, causing many of the treasure hunters to scream in pain.

Such a bizarre and terrifying scene threw everyone into a panic, and their only thought at that moment was to quickly find shelter from the rain.

Everyone scattered and fled, rushing towards the nearest tree or searching for a gap under the rock wall in hopes of finding some shelter.

Lin Chuqiao and the others hurriedly sought refuge with the crowd, and soon found a place to stay under a relatively secluded rock wall.

"What happened? Did we break the golden bonba bottle and violate some taboo?"

The lark looked terrified, its eyes wide as it stared at the torrential rain of blood outside.

"Who cares? No matter how heavy the rain is, no one will die. We'll leave here once it stops."

Big Hammer squatted on the ground, scratched his head, and looked nonchalant and carefree.

"Moreover, I feel that the rain is warm and comfortable on my body."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand, trying to catch a few drops of blood-red raindrops to examine them closely.

"Hey, Hammer, watch out!"

Lin Chuqiao quickly dissuaded him, "The situation is unclear right now, we must be careful and not touch such strange things."

As she spoke, her eyes were filled with solemnity. She looked up at the blood-soaked rain, trying to find the source.

Unfortunately, apart from a thick expanse of blood and darkness, nothing could be seen clearly.

The blood-red rain continued to fall steadily, showing no sign of stopping.

A pungent, bloody stench filled the air, mingling with the mountain mist to create a bloody miasma.

The smell was so strong it was pungent and made it hard to breathe, yet it also seemed to exude a deadly allure.

Suddenly, the professor's voice came clearly through the mental link:
"Xiao Chu, have you experienced any blood rain phenomena over there?"

"Yes, it looks really scary, it's like a horror movie."

Before Lin Chuqiao could answer, Bailing interrupted, then asked with a puzzled look:
"Professor, why is it suddenly raining blood? Are we still in the other world?"

The professor paused briefly, seemingly considering his words, before responding:

"You could say that we exist in both the inner world and the outer world, in a state of quantum superposition."

"what?"

The lark's mouth was slightly open, clearly indicating that it did not understand such profound philosophical questions.

Lin Chuqiao, Da Chui, and Monkey were also completely confused upon hearing this.

"I can't contact Bai Gui right now, but I can confirm that he has successfully destroyed the formation."

Seeing that everyone looked somewhat confused, the professor tried to explain in simple terms:

"The secret realm for the inheritance of the ancestral spirits of the Lu family was originally in the process of being transferred, but it was interrupted midway, which caused it to only complete half of the transfer and not yet be fully stabilized."

"As a result, the entire Misty Mountain where we are located has fallen into a very special situation, where the inner world and the outer world are intermingling and transforming into each other, and are in a constantly changing dynamic process."

"This transition from chaos to stability is like the balance between yin and yang, with one waxing as the other wanes. Although complex, it is fortunate that it will not last too long."

The professor suddenly stopped explaining here, and said in a slightly hurried tone:
"Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, all of you hurry up and go out into the rain!"

"Ah, a rain of blood?"

Everyone was even more astonished upon hearing this, as if they had heard something out of the blue.

(End of this chapter)