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The closer you get to that misty valley, the lower the temperature becomes.

It was noon, but the summer heat in the mountains seemed to have been sucked away by something, and the air became damp, cold, and sticky.

Old Liu shrank his neck and muttered, "How come this place is colder than winter?"

My steps unconsciously slowed down.

Just then, Wenbo suddenly stiffened, abruptly raised his hand, and whispered, "Miss, there's movement ahead!"

A muffled sound could be faintly heard from the wind deep in the valley.

It wasn't thunder; it was the sound of some force violently striking the rocks.

The heavy, dense sounds caused the air in the valley to tremble slightly with each strike, startling a flock of birds that fluttered out of the forest.

The commotion wasn't far away; it was just past that mountain pass.

The group slowed their pace and walked a little further ahead.

The sounds of fighting grew clearer, interspersed with a few low curses and roars.

Chu Nan walked at the front, his body as light as a cat, his footsteps making no sound as they landed on the gravel.

After turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up before us.

A clearing hidden between two steep mountain walls, with a deep green pool in the very center of the clearing.

The water was as still as a stagnant pool, but a thin layer of mist clung to the surface, gleaming eerily cold in the sunlight.

In front of the pool, three figures were locked in fierce combat.

One of them was Old Fisherman, dressed in a dark gray short jacket. With a flick of his wrists, several water arrows intertwined in the air, forming a net that swept down on the two people opposite him with a sharp whistling sound.

The two men, one fat and one thin, were both dressed in jade-white Taoist robes, with a lifelike jade-colored toad emblem embroidered on their chests.

The two moved with strange steps, their movements perfectly synchronized, each enveloped in a light blue water vapor shield.

The two joined forces to hold the old fisherman tightly, each move carrying a watery aura.

Wenbo's pupils contracted slightly, and his expression changed from uncertainty to seriousness.

Xu Yi was somewhat surprised. "Why are those two dressed like Taoist priests from the Jade Toad Temple in Beihai? What are they doing here?"

Chu Nan asked, "Jade Toad Temple? What's its background?"

Xu Yi explained, "It's a Taoist temple in Beihai that's quite popular. Of course... that's probably just on the surface. At least I didn't know they actually knew magic."

After the bizarre incident involving the master and servant yesterday, Wenbo had already investigated various forces across the land and provided a more accurate answer.

"Yu Chan Temple is famous for its water-based techniques. Although it is located in a remote corner and cannot compare with those famous sects, it still has some profound heritage."

His gaze was fixed on the two white-robed figures in the arena. "Their water magic is twice as powerful in this humid place, which is why they dare to go head-to-head with that old sorcerer."

Xu Yi was taken aback for a moment. "Then... can they win?"

Wenbo remained silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the old fisherman and the two Jade Toad Temple sorcerers several times.

"Those two people from Jade Toad Temple are both at the True Person Realm, which is equivalent to the Grandmaster Realm for us martial artists. Like that old man, if they join forces...theoretically, they shouldn't be at a disadvantage."

He paused, then changed the subject, continuing, "But the current situation is that the old sorcerer is overwhelming two people all by himself."

"At the same level, using the same water-based magic, his strength in this valley is more than double what it was in Hainei County."

"The moisture here is so abundant that it's practically his home turf. Even among True Person Realm cultivators, there are different levels. This old fisherman is probably a top-tier fighter."

Qian Xinya hid behind the mountain wall, her eyes fixed on the battle in the field.

Her face first showed shock. The strange boy and the old man were actually here. Wenbo's worries had really come true.

But soon, when Wenbo said that "both of them are at the True Person Realm," the shock was replaced by an irrepressible excitement.

She lowered her voice, her tone urgent yet smug, "Don't move, let them hit you!"

"Three True Realm cultivators are fighting each other. No matter who wins, the other side will also suffer heavy losses. We'll clean up the mess after they're both exhausted."

"It seems even the heavens are on my side. Someone is clearing the obstacles for us, saving us the trouble of lifting a finger."

Chu Nan leaned against the stone wall, saying nothing, simply watching the scene unfold.

The old fisherman's advantage was even more obvious than when he was in Hai Nei County. The water vapor in the valley had almost become a part of his body. Every water arrow was thicker and faster than before, and every hand seal was faster and more stable than before.

Although the two sorcerers, one fat and one thin, cooperated well and moved in an orderly manner, they were clearly being pressured more and more.

The fat man's steps began to falter, and the skinny man's protective water shield grew thinner and thinner under the repeated impacts of the dark water arrows.

The cracks spread outwards from the center like a spider web, and each impact caused them to widen further.

Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in the old fisherman's eyes, and he slammed his hands together, causing the water vapor around him to rush towards his palms.

A waterspout as thick as a bucket rose from the pool behind him, sweeping towards the fat sorcerer with a sharp whistling sound.

The fat warlock's expression changed drastically. He frantically formed hand seals, trying to reinforce the shield, but the shield was shattered by the water tornado as soon as it was erected.

"boom!"

The opponent was lifted into the air by the enormous impact, slammed into the mountainside like a kite with a broken string, and then bounced back to the ground.

His chest was sunken, blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and he was barely breathing.

"Junior brother!!!"

The skinny sorcerer let out a grief-stricken roar and tried to rush over to help, but was forced back by a water whip casually flicked out by the old fisherman.

The water whip lashed the stone slab beneath his feet, scattering gravel and carving a crack about an inch deep into the ground.

Gan Xinya clenched her fists excitedly, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement: "Good! One's dead! Keep fighting like this, and when that skinny one goes up and fights for it, everything in this pool will be ours."

She turned to look at Wenbo, her tone filled with undisguised smugness, "It seems you were right, that master and servant pair did indeed have their eyes on this place. But that's even better, someone is clearing the obstacles for us, and we just need to sit back and reap the benefits."

As soon as he finished speaking, the skinny sorcerer in the arena suddenly took a few steps back, avoiding the old fisherman's fatal water arrow.

His Taoist robe sleeves were torn open by the water jets, revealing his arm, from which blood was seeping.

The thin sorcerer was deathly pale, his chest heaving violently, clearly at his last gasp.

He turned his head to look at the mountain wall, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

There was anger, hatred for the murder of his companions, a struggle against the unwillingness to die here, and a kind of resolute determination after being driven to a dead end.

The skinny sorcerer took a deep breath and shouted with all his might towards the mountainside, "Gentlemen, how long do you intend to keep watching? If you don't act now, that treasure will belong to the Sea God's Palace!"