Become a true immortal by emulating all demons.

Chapter 253 I'm Not Convinced

"Kid, we've caught you red-handed!"

Under the same big tree, Tan Feng stepped out of the underworld, followed by the elders of the Ning family.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and only after smelling the familiar scents of Miss and Dongling did the tension in his heart suddenly ease.

Just as the master said, this young man of unknown origin is very likely to possess the spiritual root to ward off tribulations, yet he insists on doing things that bring about tribulations, making him a born troublemaker.

Now Tan Feng is really afraid to let her and the young lady disappear from his sight.

However, even the most meticulous plans can have flaws.

The group left in such a hurry that they left behind such a noticeable scent.

"With this level of skill, if the aquatic creatures really set their sights on them, they have no chance of survival—I'll have to clean up their mess."

Tan Feng waved his sleeve with slight dissatisfaction, intending to clean up the traces on the ground before continuing to follow.

At this moment, the old woman next to him, Ning Wenqiong, reached out and pressed his arm, saying in a deep voice, "Wait."

"Um?"

Tan Feng paused for a moment, then turned his head to look over.

Prompted by the old woman's gaze, he closed his eyes again and carefully sensed the sensation.

Soon, Tan Feng noticed something was wrong.

Even the most careless person should have a limit. Those idle demon kings not only left their scent on the ground, but also, by following that scent, there was another similar scent a few hundred miles away.

"Did he do it on purpose?"

Tan Feng's expression changed slightly; this was clearly a trick to lure someone in.

While it's true that the Dragon Palace is inhabited by aquatic creatures, it would be a bit too optimistic for that kid to think of the immortal descendants as easy targets.

"Always trying to be clever." Tan Feng rolled his eyes.

"Such clumsy tactics, do you really think that the prince's men are all a bunch of fools? Who can't see that there's a trap? What if you set up an ambush but end up being caught out by the clues and wiped out in one fell swoop?"

Having said that, he raised his arm again: "In my opinion, it's better to wipe it off, so as not to harm Miss."

Ning Wenqiong loosened her fingers, and this time she did not stop them, clearly thinking that what the other party said made sense.

The heavy blow suffered by Cangming Guard will inevitably provoke the fury of Prince Hengshui.

At this moment, if those people want to survive, the best thing they should do is hide quietly. Doing all this nonsense will only backfire.

If the five powerful advisors under the prince were to join forces, even the Ning family would find it quite troublesome.

These little guys wanting to take advantage of us is nothing short of delusional.

Given the experience and skill of those immortal descendants, they probably already knew how to turn the tables on them the moment they caught a whiff of that scent.

However, Tan Feng's actions stopped again.

This time, he wasn't interrupted by someone else; he took the initiative to retract his sleeves.

"What's wrong?" Ning Wenqiong frowned and looked over.

Tan Feng did not respond, but simply waved his hand with a solemn expression.

He made a hand seal, summoning a spiritual eye, which seemed to tear a narrow, dark opening in the void, leading everyone to step inside.

The gap healed and disappeared into the space between Yin and Yang.

Without keeping everyone waiting for long, a thick white fog suddenly rose from the empty mountain forest, accompanied by a continuous barking of excited dogs.

"Woof! Woof!"

Several hazy outlines appeared and disappeared in the sea of ​​fog.

As a yin immortal borrowed the way, the surroundings suddenly became extremely cold and gloomy.

The group of half-immortals, leading their soul dogs, lingered for a few breaths before rushing forward, their white mist surging like a cold current, and the hillside quickly returned to normal.

Chi Chi!

After a long while, the gap reopened.

One figure after another emerged, their expressions complex and indescribable.

Tan Feng looked sullen. He hadn't expected that someone had actually set their sights on that group of demon kings, and that they had arrived so quickly, with a soul dog leading the way.

In this way, Lin Shu's actions were no longer a deliberate attempt to lure people in, but rather a desperate act of "a gecko shedding its tail."

If they are going to be caught no matter what, they might as well reveal their presence and lure the pursuers together. This way, they can split into two groups and have a chance to escape.

"But how did he know? Did he just guess?"

Tan Feng was puzzled. Even the Ning family, who had close ties with the underworld, had not received the news. How could those idle demon kings have been able to judge in advance that the situation had become so urgent and react immediately?

"Things have gotten out of hand; we need to report back to the family head quickly." Ning Wenqiong's eyelids twitched slightly.

"That old bastard surnamed Zhang is shameless!" Tan Feng spat angrily. Who else but the Zhang family's Wuchang Master could command so many day and night wandering gods and ghost kings to do things for Tantai Ming?

The feud between the two sides, until Luo Fengming's death, could be considered minor squabbles.

Whether it's a small matter or a big matter, the main difference lies in whether a person at the half-step Nascent Soul stage intervenes.

For example, one's own master, or someone like Master Zhang, who is a half-immortal in the underworld and subject to impermanence.

Such beings are capable of drawing in powerful demons and immortals from the mountains and seas. If they are not careful, the whole situation could escalate to an unmanageable point.

Luo Fengming's death should have been the turning point for the situation to escalate, but it was suppressed by the Luo family's voluntary concession.

This means that the Heavenly Demon Palace does not want to escalate the situation.

But since this Master Zhang is interfering in the feuds between the younger generation, a powerful demon of a corresponding level must step in.

"I'll trouble you to make the trip; I need to bring some people to keep an eye on things here."

Tan Feng bowed respectfully, but when he lowered his hands, his expression had turned slightly cold: "I only hope that our young demon king can be a little more clever. Even if a gecko loses its tail, it should know where it broke off."

Although I don't know why the young lady is hanging out with this group of demon kings.

But it must be said, those people were really lucky.

After all, in the mortal world, there are not many people who can suppress Tantai Ming, and their own manor master Ning Yanche happens to be one of them.

It was precisely because of this relationship that even though the demons attacked the Cangming Guards and even killed the prince's brother-in-law, causing such a huge disaster, they still had a sliver of hope.

The premise is that they should keep their eyes peeled and try to find out why the Ning family made their move.

If they can demonstrate a willingness to die to protect the young lady's safety, then the lives of all the demons can be considered saved.

Conversely, if that brat dares to use the life of the Ning family's eldest daughter as bait to save the lives of his own people, then the Ning family will make these demon kings understand why the Heavenly Demon Palace can rival the Hengshui Dragon Palace.

Two scarlet giants roamed between the mountains and the sky.

The magnificent imperial carriage had concealed its former raging sea of ​​blood, but its speed remained undiminished.

Even the well-informed Ning Qingzhi was surprised by the travel efficiency of this rare treasure from the mountains and seas.

It can be said that within the Nascent Soul realm, this item should allow one to escape 99% of pursuit attempts.

However, perhaps it was just Lao He's earlier speculation.

Even if the imperial carriage flew as fast as it could, it could not break the heavy atmosphere among the crowd.

Wangsun may not have the ability, but if Lord Zhang of the Underworld were to intervene, the situation would be completely different.

With this fickle power, he could mobilize most of the underworld immortals of the Shun Dynasty.

Like an invisible yet vast net, it silently blocked all of everyone's escape routes.

The imperial carriage will eventually stop, and this group of people will eventually be cornered. After all, both countries are surrounded by the surging Hengshui River. As long as they cannot escape this circle, it is only a matter of time before they are captured by the immortals of the underworld.

"Can I stop playing now?"

Ning Qingzhi hugged her knees, leaned against the side of the imperial carriage, and looked weakly at the young man sitting on the ferocious blood platform.

When she heard the name "Master Zhang," she finally realized that something was wrong.

This eldest daughter of the Ning family originally only wanted to go down the mountain to gain experience, but after suffering a lot of humiliation and witnessing many injustices, she became so angry that she decided to stay in the mortal world with Lin Shu for a while longer.

It can not only save the people from suffering, but also punish those wicked aquatic creatures.

She really resembles a female knight-errant from a traditional Chinese novel, both majestic and thrilling.

But now, Ning Qingzhi was a little scared.

This fear was different from the fear he had felt when facing the Cold Mountain Ghost King.

At that time, the worst possible outcome would have been to perish in the process and become the second Luo Fengming.

But now, even Wuchang has been alarmed. He is a big shot on the same level as Father. If this continues, things will likely get out of control and drag the Ning family—and even the entire Heavenly Demon Palace—into the mess.

Ning Qingzhi is essentially a good girl; she can risk her life for a moment of impulse, but she lacks the courage to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

"I want to go home," she whispered.

Yuan Yuan and the others were taken aback for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

Lin Shu kept his eyes straight ahead, carefully channeling his energy, and maneuvered the precious chariot to continue its journey forward.

After a long silence, he calmly said, "It's too late."

Leaving aside the fact that Ning Qingzhi's role for them is irreplaceable for the time being.

In fact, there are at least ten underworld immortals around, each leading a soul-devouring dog.

If the two women were to break free from the cover of either the Qingxuan Lingxi Pendant or the Bijie Linggen, they would be immediately trapped in place, with no chance of returning home.

As for having Ning Qingzhi send a message home and wait for her family to come and pick her up, that's not a very reliable option either.

If the message gets out and is intercepted by the underworld and the aquatic creatures, then we will all be exposed.

Unless the Ning family comes looking for them on their own.

Lin Shu certainly wouldn't stop them from taking the young lady away, since he didn't have the ability to do so.

"Why."

Hearing this concise reply, Dongling couldn't help but rub her cheeks hard, looking at her mistress with a face full of resentment.

We told you to leave, but you refused.

Now that you're on this pirate ship, you're most likely the last talisman for these idle demon kings. Leaving won't be that easy.

By now, Lao He had pretty much guessed what Lin Shu was thinking.

This young demon king was indeed no ordinary person. Not only did he realize something was wrong earlier than I did, but he also acted decisively.

The lingering traces of aura left behind were likely bait used to deceive the underworld.

However, this alone is far from enough to buy enough time.

Besides the atmosphere, someone probably needs to step forward and make a "sacrifice".

It remains to be seen whether this decisive and efficient demon king has already chosen a suitable candidate.

Old He closed his eyes and consciously prepared himself.

Whether considering the closeness of the relationship or the role he would play later, he seemed to be the most suitable person to be abandoned.

"Can we even survive?"

Ning Qingzhi sighed resignedly. She couldn't compare to Tan Feng and Lao He, who could see through the deeper meaning behind Lin Shu's actions at a glance.

Even the most foolish person can sense the danger of the situation.

When had Lin Shu ever acted so hastily, as if lingering even a moment longer would mean being swallowed up by the chasing crowd?

Lin Shu finally withdrew her gaze and scanned the people around her.

After a long silence, he lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'll give it a try."

Escaping from Zhang Wuchang's clutches was no easy task, especially since Lin Shu wanted more than just survival.

Risk also means opportunity.

A real chance to step into the limelight!

With his status as a carefree demon king, he cannot stir up this murky mess; he needs greater strength and a more significant identity.

The underworld, shrouded in white mist.

Several groups of people were hidden in the fog, staring at the direction of the others with hostile eyes.

The noisy barking of the haunted hounds quickly subsided as the atmosphere grew increasingly chilly.

They hunched their backs, humbly crawling on the ground, wishing they could bury their heads in the soil.

Thankfully, this is the underworld.

If more than ten immortal beings who had lived for half a lifetime were gathered together, it would probably attract the worship of all people in the mortal world.

Besides these underworld immortals, there were three other figures in the room.

They represent the Tao family, the Wang family, and the Song family respectively.

Tantai Ming's five main supporters also vary in quality.

Among them, Grandpa Zhang is considered an elder.

The Cangming Guard was actually controlled by his wife, and the Deng family behind him could be considered as half of his backers.

Neither Zhang nor Deng were people He could order around at will.

However, the remaining three immortal sects were legitimate subordinate forces. Therefore, when the prince was enraged, these three sects had to do their utmost to serve him without the slightest complaint.

The three who came were all top-tier figures in their respective families, second only to their half-life immortal ancestors.

Besides, they did not come alone; each of them had a powerful clan behind them. However, they were not suitable to be taken to the underworld, so they remained in Da Shun to be ready to act at any time.

"All of you immortals are helping Wangsun Palace. Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth."

The old man from the Song family cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, trying to smooth things over.

These underworld immortals are all eager to get promoted. This operation is not only to do things for Master Zhang, but also to take the opportunity to befriend the Dragon Palace. They certainly don't want to give it up.

But with those beasts' movements so obvious, this stalemate can't go on forever.

"Capturing demons is the specialty of us Night Wanderer priests."

Finally, a tall, bearded man stepped out of the mist and said coldly, "Surely none of you intend to overstep your bounds?"

This night watchman is named Yan Qiu. He worked with Master Zhang for many years, but he was just unlucky and never got promoted.

Among this group of immortals who had lived for half a lifetime, He was the strongest and the most senior.

Even so, the others remained silent and showed no intention of leaving.

The immortals' inspection is imminent; missing an opportunity could very well mean missing out on an immortal position.

"How about this?"

Yan Qiu pondered for a few moments, then conceded slightly, saying, "I will be responsible for apprehending the demon from the front. You will split into two groups and intercept him from the left and right. As for who will emerge victorious in the end, we will each rely on our own abilities."

His tone suddenly became more serious as he asked, "Do any of you have any further questions?"

The surroundings remained completely silent.

But the silhouettes of the figures in the fog gradually became blurred.

Clearly, the crowd still harbored resentment, but no one dared to step forward, and they were forced to accept the decision.

Having some soup is better than getting nothing at all.

Swish, swish.

Just as the white mist was about to dissipate, the sound of chains sliding across the ground suddenly rang out in the distance.

In the hazy mist, besides the figures lined up on the three sides, a fourth group of people appeared!

The person who came did not hide their tracks.

The tall, muscular wolf shadow slowly stepped out of the misty waves, its thick iron chains casually strung between its sharp fingers like beads.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looking down at us from his superior position, his scarlet pupils filled with indifference.

Everyone frowned and looked up.

The majestic white wolf casually tossed aside its chains and picked at its ear with the sharp nail of its little finger.

He chuckled and twitched his lips, revealing two large fangs.

"I have another question. I seem to be a Night Wanderer as well. According to you, could I be put in charge of apprehending them?"

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