The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

At this moment, the glowing stones hanging from the cave ceiling made Pang Fu's fat face look even more ferocious.

He didn't rush to make a move, but instead formed hand seals with his fingers and muttered something under his breath.

Immediately afterwards, a faint gray light rippled from his fingertips, spreading outwards like ripples on water.

Wherever it passed, the prisoners in the other iron cages who were still whimpering and screaming lowered their heads one by one, and their breathing became long and heavy.

What Pang Fu just used was a magical technique that could induce sleep and amnesia. Most of those locked in cages were menial laborers or outer disciples who had committed offenses; their cultivation levels were not high.

Pang Fu did this to prevent others from seeing him kill.

At that moment, the entire cave fell silent. Pang Fu withdrew his hand and then turned around to slowly walk towards Ye Sheng.

"Kid, weren't you pretty good at fighting? Weren't you pretty good at scheming?"

He pointed his short flying sword at Ye Sheng, the tip twitching as he mocked, "Why are you so deflated now? You think that just because you've climbed onto Liu Qing's high branch, I can't deal with you?"

"Let me tell you, in the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, strength is everything. So what if you are a Qi Opening Realm martial artist? You are still just a mere mortal ant. In front of us cultivators, you are nothing but a dog."

Ye Sheng didn't speak, but simply looked at him quietly, his eyes showing no panic. He knew very well that it was precisely in times like these that he couldn't panic.

At this moment, his dantian and meridians were still tightly sealed by the "Frost Lock Meridian Curse," and he couldn't muster even a trace of true qi.

"What? Are you scared stiff?"

Seeing that Ye Sheng remained silent, Pang Fu's smile deepened. He walked up to Ye Sheng and patted the latter's face with the blade of his flying sword.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. I'll cut off all the flesh from your body, piece by piece. Then I'll sever your tendons and throw you into that pool below, where the leeches will suck you dry."

"Heh heh, I'm not afraid to tell you, my master has already prepared an explanation. He'll say you committed suicide out of guilt, or were torn to pieces by the other madmen in this water dungeon. Who would bother to investigate the truth about the death of a 'spy of the demonic sect'?"

He smiled sinisterly, his eyes swirling with resentment, and suddenly thrust the flying sword in his hand toward Ye Sheng's eyes!

"Now is the time," Ye Sheng thought to himself.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward, his entire shoulder slamming into Pang Fu's chest!

He put all his strength into it.

Pang Fu never expected that a cripple whose cultivation had been sealed would still dare to make a move.

Caught off guard, he staggered backward from the impact, and the flying sword in his hand also went astray, grazing Ye Sheng's cheek and leaving a bloody gash.

"Damn it, you're asking for it!"

Pang Fu was furious. He sheathed his sword and switched to his claws, which carried a chilling spiritual energy and went straight for Ye Sheng's throat.

Ye Sheng had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

As soon as he succeeded in his attack, he immediately withdrew and retreated hastily. At the same time, he pulled out something from his pocket—a piece of black iron, which was a fragment of the "Mysterious Iron Shield" left over from when he was forging the sword.

"go!"

Ye Sheng flicked his wrist, and the iron sheet spun out, heading straight for Pang Fu's face.

"A trivial skill!"

Pang Fu sneered and reached out to grab him.

How dare a mere scrap of iron injure a Foundation Establishment cultivator?

But the moment his fingertips touched the iron piece, a faint magic circle pattern suddenly lit up on that inconspicuous piece of iron!

Immediately afterwards, a violent burst of lightning power exploded out from it!

"Crackling and popping—!"

The electric light was dazzling, illuminating the entire cave.

"ah--!"

Pang Fu let out a miserable howl as his hand, which had been grabbing at the metal plate, was instantly charred black. He was thrown backward by the immense force and crashed heavily into the iron cage bars.

He was convulsing, his hair was standing on end, and black smoke was billowing from his mouth, making him look extremely disheveled.

"Thunder... Thunder Talisman?"

Pang Fu stared at the piece of iron on the ground, his voice trembling.

He couldn't understand how a piece of scrap iron could be engraved with a thunder talisman array. Could it be a life-saving talisman that Liu Qing gave to this kid?

Ye Sheng did not answer.

He was leaning on his knees, panting heavily, his face deathly pale.

That last blow drained all his remaining strength; that piece of metal was his last trump card.

In fact, when Ye Sheng was forging the Black Ridge Blade, he discovered that the fragment of the Xuan Iron Shield was made of a special material that was not only suitable for forging weapons, but also had an excellent effect on the conduction of spiritual energy.

So he came up with the idea of ​​making talismans to save his life in critical moments.

Although Ye Sheng was not proficient in talisman making, he had the assistance of the skill panel. Moreover, the ancient scripture he had picked up contained some array runes.

Therefore, following the diagram in the ancient scripture and with the assistance of the skill panel, Ye Sheng used his own blood essence and internal energy as a guide to carve it stroke by stroke onto the remaining fragment of the black iron shield.

He didn't know if the rune was effective or when he would need to use it.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy today, and he even won the bet.

Although it was a one-time use attack and its power was limited, it was enough to deal with Pang Fu, who had underestimated his opponent.

"Kid...you...you dare to trick me..."

Pang Fu struggled to his feet, his face contorted in pain and rage.

He looked at his charred hand, and a frenzied killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"I'll tear you to pieces today!"

He roared and, despite his injuries, lunged at Ye Sheng again.

Ye Sheng looked at him, a resolute glint in his eyes. This time, he was really going to die.

Just as he was preparing to fight to the death, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from above the cave.

Several figures carrying torches appeared at the cave entrance.

"Steward Pang! What are you doing!"

The leader was a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in the robes of an outer sect steward.

His face darkened as he saw the situation inside the cave.

Pang Fu froze, turned around abruptly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes when he saw who it was.

"Your Majesty... Deacon Wang? What brings you here...?"

"If I hadn't come, were you planning to kill someone right here?" Deacon Wang's voice was as cold as a knife.

Several disciples of the Enforcement Hall followed behind him.

Pang Fu's expression changed several times. He knew that tonight's plan was probably doomed.

He glared at Ye Sheng, then turned to Deacon Wang, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Deacon Wang, you've misunderstood. I just came to see if this traitor from the Demonic Sect had escaped, and to interrogate him a bit."

"Interrogation?" Deacon Wang sneered. "I think you're trying to extract a confession through torture and then kill me to silence me."

He waved his hand: "Men, seize Pang Fu and take him back to the Enforcement Hall to await his judgment!"

"yes!"

Two disciples from the Enforcement Hall immediately stepped forward and restrained Pang Fu.

"Deacon Wang! You can't do this! I'm innocent!" Pang Fu was still struggling.

Deacon Wang ignored him completely, focusing his gaze solely on Ye Sheng in the cage, his expression complex.

Ye Sheng remained silent, thinking to himself: This Steward Wang's arrival is quite timely. Could it be that someone is behind him?

After a moment of silence, Deacon Wang said to the disciples behind him, "Take this kid with you and lock him in the solitary confinement room until the elders decide what to do with him."

"Yes," the other two disciples replied.

Ye Sheng was thus "rescued" from the water dungeon. But he was still not free; he was simply moved from one cage to another.

When Ye Sheng was taken away from the cave, he overheard the conversation between the two disciples who were guarding it.

"Senior brother, have you heard? Outer sect steward Yun Zhonghe has returned to the sect today."

"I've heard about it. Apparently, he came down the mountain this time to investigate some important clue, which seems to be related to the Demonic Sect."

"Do you think... it might be related to this kid surnamed Ye?"

"Who knows?"

Upon hearing this name, Ye Sheng's heart sank: "Yun Zhonghe, he actually escaped unharmed from that terrifying ghost in the Bewitching Ferry."

Suddenly, an immense sense of crisis washed over him like ice water.

Half an hour later, Ye Sheng was locked in a stone chamber in the basement of the Law Enforcement Hall.

The stone chamber was very small, with a stone bed, walls on all four sides, and not even a window.

Ye Sheng had no time to worry about any of that; all he could think about now was Ye Kai's safety.

As a sect steward, Yun Zhonghe has already returned to the Qingyun Sword Sect, so he must already know that he was imprisoned and that he and his younger brother are living in Willow Garden.

Given his feelings for his younger brother's "pathetic body," how could he possibly let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Could he have already made a move against his younger brother?

Thinking of this, Ye Sheng felt as if his heart had been gripped, making him restless and even his breathing painful.

He must find a way to return to Willow Garden.

At this moment, Ye Sheng once again began to challenge the seal within his body.

This time, he no longer held back as before. Instead, he almost self-harmed, using his meager vital energy to repeatedly crash into the "Frost Locking Meridian Curse" nailed to his meridians.

Once, twice, three times...

Each time he was hit, he felt as if his flesh was being ripped out, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed from the corners of his mouth.

But he didn't stop; only one thought remained in his mind: escape.