Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

In the backyard, Xiren untied the reins of a spare horse.

This is an ordinary long-maned horse, much slower than a wind-maned horse, but still fast enough to travel through the mountains and fields.

He mounted his horse and chased after the horse out of the back gate of the post station.

Although the Blood Blade Master had been gone for some time, the bloody aura emanating from him was extremely strong.

Once the Moon Memory Meditation Technique was activated, the aura was like a dark red thread left in the night, impossible to hide.

The long-maned horse galloped along the mountain road.

Meanwhile, the Kuanglong Cave, more than 20 miles away, was brightly lit.

The man with the short gun who had escaped earlier knelt in the center of the stone hall. His broken shoulder had been simply immobilized, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth.

The young man had slightly curly hair and his features were not particularly handsome, but he had a faint black dragon scale-like mark on his forehead.

He is Amos, one of the eight true disciples of the Mad Dragon Cave, ranked sixth.

"Disciples of the Holy Light Monastery's Disciplinary Hall?"

Amos was toying with a white jade wine cup.

"yes!"

The man with the short gun gritted his teeth and said:

"That man said it himself; he was extremely strong and defeated both me and Dun without even drawing his gun. Dun was killed by him, and I only managed to escape by the skin of my teeth."

"Does he have an identification badge?"

"no."

"Are you wearing monastic robes?"

"No, not exactly."

Amos chuckled softly.

"Then what makes you think he's a disciple of the monastery?"

The man with the short gun was taken aback.

"But his martial arts techniques..."

"Thunderous strength, water-based power, plus a long spear."

Amos put down his glass.

Are there really so few people in this world who practice thunder magic and water-based techniques?

"You got scammed, and you almost scared the entire Mad Dragon Cave."

The man with the short gun's expression shifted.

"However, he is indeed very strong. Croton couldn't even last ten moves against him."

"Strong strength does not mean that one's identity is genuine."

Amos leaned back in the stone chair, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"The Holy Light Monastery was on a hunting day a few days ago, and all the best of the third tier have already entered the Blackwater Abyss."

"Since that person could easily defeat both of you, he couldn't possibly be an unknown figure even within the monastery's inner courtyard. Why didn't he participate in the hunt, but instead appeared in the desolate countryside hundreds of miles away from Star Ring City?"

The man with the short gun opened his mouth, but remained silent for a moment.

Amos continued:

"Furthermore, the Blackwater Abyss only closed yesterday. Even if he just came out of the Wonderland, he should have returned to the monastery first. How come he's all alone at Qing Shi Post Station without even an identity token or disciple's robes?"

"In my opinion, his technique may be somewhat similar to the Overturning Sea Technique of the monastery, and he uses this to deceive you."

"The goal is to deter you from retaliating."

The fear in the man with the short gun was gradually replaced by shame and anger.

Upon careful reflection, there are indeed many suspicious points.

If the other party was truly a disciple of the monastery, why didn't they reveal their identity from the beginning? And why were they dressed in rags and unable to produce even the most important identification token?

"That despicable rogue cultivator!"

He clenched his fist, which aggravated his shoulder injury, and his face turned pale instantly.

Below the stone hall, a burly man holding a crossbow asked:

"Master, should we send someone to capture him?"

"certainly."

A chill flashed in Amos's eyes.

"The man who killed my Mad Dragon Cave dares to impersonate a disciple of the Holy Light Monastery? Does he really think Mad Dragon Cave is some small, insignificant force that can be easily fooled?"

"As it happens, I know a disciple of the inner monastery."

"He only recently entered the twenty-second inner sanctum, and his name is Lancelot. He values ​​the monastery's reputation above all else, and if he finds out that someone is impersonating a disciple and committing murder outside, he will certainly not stand idly by."

The man with the short gun quickly said:

"The true teachings are brilliant!"

Amos, however, looked at another subordinate.

"Take a few people and follow that rogue cultivator, but don't make a move yet."

"When he leaves the post station, he leaves a mark along the way."

"When Lancelot arrives, let him expose that man's identity with his own eyes. At that time, we won't even need to lift a finger, and that kid won't be leaving alive."

The subordinate clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"yes!"

The group quickly left the stone hall.

Amos then went to the desk in the corner, wrote a short message, and put it into the brass mailbox.

Soon, the sound of wings flapping could be heard outside the cave.

A grey and white carrier pigeon soared into the night sky and flew towards Star Ring City.

Amos watched the carrier pigeon disappear into the darkness, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Impersonating a disciple of the Holy Light Monastery.

This is a real crime.

If this person is captured and handed over to Lancelot, not only will the other party owe him a favor, but it will also establish a connection with the Holy Light Monastery.

As for the weapons and valuables on that rogue cultivator, they naturally belong to the Mad Dragon Cave.

On the other side, Xilun had already chased for more than 30 miles.

The mountain road gradually became rugged.

Blood Blade Master clearly didn't want to be tracked, changing direction several times along the way and deliberately wading through water in an attempt to wash away the smell of blood on his body.

However, the cultivation method he practiced was too special.

The blood and qi that had just been devoured but not yet fully refined appeared like firelight in the night in Xilun's spiritual perception.

As the sky turned a pale gray, Xilun tethered his long-maned horse outside the forest and went into the mountains alone.

The sound of flowing water came from ahead.

A few low, muffled conversations drifted over on the wind.

Xilun slowed his pace, his breath gradually blending into the mountains and forests.

In a clearing in the woods, Enoch, the Bloodblade Master, gripped his long, narrow bloodblade and confronted two extraordinary individuals who had been pursuing him.

One of them was a merchant at the post station.

The other person did not appear at the post station, clearly having been lying in ambush nearby.

"Enoch, hand over the map."

The merchant held two short swords, his face grim.

"You've already absorbed so much vital energy, aren't you afraid of bursting?"

Enoch licked a drop of blood from the blade.

There is only one map.

"The treasures in the cave are only enough for one person to enjoy."

"Since you've come all this way, you may stay."

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of dark red energy suddenly appeared on his body.

The blood-red blade tore through the air, producing a piercing shriek.

The battle broke out extremely suddenly.

The dual-sword merchant attempted to suppress the opponent with speed, but the Blood Blade Master had devoured the blood and qi of several second-tier extraordinary individuals, and his power was at its peak.

With a single clash, the two swords were sent flying high into the air.

Another person took the opportunity to stab a long needle from behind.

Before the needle even touched Enoch, a cloud of blood mist exploded from behind him.

The man screamed in agony, and his skin quickly dried up.

Enoch swung his sword and cut him in half at the waist.

The merchant with the two swords' expression changed drastically, and he turned and fled.

Blood Blade Master grinned maliciously as he chased after him.

After three moves, a head rolled into the mud.

A dark red current surged from the two corpses, flowing along the blood-stained blade and into Enoch's body. He closed his eyes, a look of ecstasy on his face.

A moment later, he took out several pieces of blood-stained sheepskin.

After piecing them together, a complete map appeared in my hand.

"Finally, we have them all."

Enoch chuckled softly.

He put away the map, ignored the corpses on the ground, and continued walking towards the northern mountains.

Xilun followed several hundred meters away.

No action was taken.

Now, if he kills the Blood Blade Master, he'll have to find the entrance himself, which will only cause more trouble.

It would be best if someone were willing to go ahead and explore the way.

The two walked one after the other through the dense forest and over two low hills.

As noon approached, Xilun suddenly noticed something amiss.

That extremely faint scent.

It was cold and sticky, with a putrid smell like some kind of damp seaweed.

He paused slightly and quickly looked around.

Sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

There was no one in the forest, nor were there any unusual energy fluctuations.

That wisp of aura appeared for only a moment before disappearing.

Xilun felt a faint heat rising from between his eyebrows and in his eyes.

He used his spiritual perception, but still could not find the source.

"Not from the Mad Dragon Cave."

"It wasn't the Blood Blade Swordsman from before either."

He restrained his breathing and became even more cautious.

After walking for another half hour, we reached the end of the woods.

Ahead was a nearly vertical cliff.

Blood Blade Master stood on the edge of the cliff, unfolded the map and checked it repeatedly, then sheathed his blood blade and jumped off.

After falling more than ten meters, he reached out and grabbed a thick tree branch that was growing out of a crevice in the cliff.

The branch sank downwards.

The stone wall next to them trembled slightly, and a rock covered in moss caved in, revealing half of a black iron ring.

Enoch grabbed the iron ring and pulled it down with all his might.

Rumble!

The muffled sound of a mechanism turning came from the cliff.

A section of the stone wall slowly moved aside, revealing a dark cave entrance that could only accommodate one person at a time.

Enoch's eyes lit up with ecstasy, and he immediately rolled over and went inside.

Xilun stood on the cliff top for a moment, and only after confirming that there was no other movement did he jump off.

He lightly touched the cliff face with his toes, grabbed a tree branch with his hands, and silently entered the cave entrance.

Behind the stone gate is a road that slopes downwards.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and decaying vegetation.

The deeper you go, the more concentrated the earth elemental energy becomes.

The last trace of doubt in Xilun's heart vanished.

It is indeed very likely that the medicine he needs grows in that medicinal garden.

A faint glow gradually appeared at the end of the passage.

Blood Blade has entered the deepest stone chamber.

Siren stood in the shadows and looked ahead.

A black stone chair sits above the stone chamber.

A skeleton dressed in a tattered robe sat upright on it, its surface gleaming with a jade-like grayish-white luster, its right hand holding a dark yellow scroll.

To the left of the stone chamber is a very small medicinal herb garden.

Only five medicinal herbs grow inside, each enveloped in a faint halo of light.

In the very center, a palm-sized, thick brown herb slowly exhaled an earthy yellow aura.

A faint light shone in Xilun's eyes.

It is indeed the earth-based material required for a flawless golden body.

On the other side of the stone chamber, there were several wooden boxes, a few weapons, and dusty calligraphy and paintings.

Blood Blade Master stood in the center of the stone chamber, completely stunned.

"They're all mine."

"They're all mine!"

He excitedly walked toward the black stone chair, ready to take the scroll from the withered bone's hand.

Just then, a pale hand silently emerged from the shadows on the right side of the stone chamber.

Siron's pupils constricted slightly.

There was someone hiding there.

He hadn't sensed the slightest aura before the other party made their move.

Almost at the same instant, lightning flashed beneath Xiren's feet.

Two figures rushed toward the skeleton from different directions.

They only noticed each other when they were less than ten feet apart.

The crimson gaze collided with the golden lightning eye.

There were no words spoken.

The two of them took action at the same time.

boom!

A dull thud suddenly exploded in the stone chamber, stirring up dust and withered leaves.

Xilun swayed slightly, but quickly regained his balance.

Another figure, draped in a dark red robe, staggered back five steps, each step leaving shallow footprints on the hard ground.

The hood slipped down.

A pale yet beautiful woman's face was revealed.

Her eyes lacked the whites of normal eyes; instead, they were a deep, dark crimson.

The woman stared at Xilun, her eyes initially showing surprise, then turning into icy killing intent.

She clearly hadn't expected that, besides herself and the Blood Blade Master who had been used to open the door, there was a third person hiding in this secluded cave.

Xilun sensed the force transmitted from the collision.

The opponent's physique was only barely perfect, and his strength was not highly refined.

He is far inferior to her.

"roll."

Xilun's voice was calm.

"I'll take everything here."

A cold glint flashed in the red-robed woman's eyes.

"How dare you speak to the people of the Sea Demon Palace like that?"

"You've got quite the nerve."

In the corner, Blood Blade Enoch stared at the two unfamiliar powerful figures who had suddenly appeared, his face frozen with ecstasy.

He painstakingly pieced together the map, believing that all the treasures here would belong to him.

But now, where did these two people come from?

Moreover, the pressure released from that single collision made his chest feel tight.

Third order.

These two are definitely top-tier experts in the third tier!

Enoch gripped the blood-stained knife tightly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"My lords, this place is mine first..."

Before she could finish speaking, the woman in the red robe suddenly turned her head.

A hint of impatience flashed in his scarlet eyes.

She then gave the order.

A slender, blood-red blade of light flashed across the stone chamber in an instant.

Before Enoch could react, his head had already slipped off his neck.

Fresh blood spurted several feet high.

The headless corpse swayed twice and then fell heavily to the ground.

The woman in the red robe withdrew her finger and said coldly:

"You're interrupting me."

"Damn it."

As Xilun watched the blood rapidly spreading on the ground, his eyes gradually turned cold.

Sea Demon Palace.

He was no stranger to this.

He had previously clashed with this force at sea.

The woman before me now kills without hesitation simply because of a single sentence.

Brutal and arrogant.

He was exactly the same as the people from the Sea Demon Palace he had previously encountered.

"Didn't you hear what I said?"

Xilun raised the Thunder Spear.

"roll."

"These things are mine."

The blood energy around the woman in the red robe flowed slowly.

The faint, sweet, fishy smell in the air gradually grew stronger.

"Then let me see."

Do you even have the right to say that?

The atmosphere in the stone chamber suddenly froze.

A blood-red ripple spread out from beneath the woman in the red robe.

Her body seemed to blend into the shadows, disappearing from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Xilun's brow and thunderous eyes glowed slightly.

A blurry, bloody figure approached from the left.

Extremely fast.

If it were an ordinary third-tier extraordinary individual, they would probably only be able to sense a gust of bloody wind coming towards them.

However, in Lei Yan's perception, every step the woman took and every change in her strength was slowed down to a level that was clear enough to see.

Xilun took half a step to the right.

A slender, curved blade grazed his chest.

The blood-red aura swirling around the blade sliced ​​through the air, landing on the stone wall behind, leaving a smooth crack half a foot deep.

The woman flips her wrist.

The scimitar, like a scarlet viper, slashed upwards along Xilun's ribs.

Xilun pressed down with the butt of his gun.

clang!

Sparks flew.

The blood-red scimitar was deflected several inches.

Xilun leaned forward, his left shoulder slightly lowered, and bumped directly into the woman's arms.

The woman clearly hadn't expected him to get so close to her in such a life-threatening manner.

She snorted coldly, and the blood mist on her body suddenly condensed into armor. At the same time, she raised her knee and slammed it into Xilun's abdomen.

Xilun, however, was faster.

The power of the Overturning Sea Technique burst forth from his shoulders.

First layer.

Double.

triple!

Like waves crashing on the shore, three forces exploded one after another within a small space.