Under One Person: The Puppet Immortal in the Tang Sect

Time passed slowly.

Half an hour later, the explorers returned one after another.

"Lord Rentou, we haven't seen a single person within three miles of the mountain path."

There were no signs of an ambush above the cliff.

"There are no abnormal fluctuations in Qi within the stream."

Kimura Okataro closed his eyes and sensed for a moment before opening them and speaking.

"Ren Tou, no living creatures were found among the snakes, only some mountain rats and rabbits."

Old Rentou remained silent.

He secretly activated the secret technique that only those with exceptional patience could learn, the Ninja Technique: Ripple.

An invisible wave spread out from him, like a pebble thrown into still water, creating ripples that are difficult for ordinary people to perceive.

This method can sense the flow of all Qi within a radius of 100 feet. Whenever a living being is hidden, it will cause ripples and changes.

Ripples spread across the mountain stream, touched the rock face, swept across the ground, and finally slowly dissipated.

Everything is normal?

Old Ren's brows furrowed slightly.

Am I just overthinking things?

However, this terrain is too perfect for an ambush. If he were an extraordinary person from the Eastern Kingdom, he would never let this place go.

However, the investigation revealed nothing unusual, and after much deliberation, the old man finally gave the order.

"Approved in batches."

"The first batch of twenty people quickly crossed the mountain stream to the other side to set up a guard post."

"Yes."

The twenty ninjas received their orders and shot off like arrows, hurrying along the mountain path.

Their steps were light and silent, their eyes constantly scanning the rock walls on both sides.

The mountain wind still howls.

Before long, the twenty people successfully reached the other side of the mountain stream, without any obstacles along the way.

"Safety!"

After the first group of ninja arrived, one person was sent back to report.

Old Rentou pondered for a moment, but still felt it wasn't safe enough.

"The second group, thirty people, will escort the iron boxes on the left side through."

Thirty people from the group surrounded three iron boxes covered with black cloth.

The box was heavy, requiring four people to lift it, which significantly slowed down the pace of travel.

The men carrying the boxes stepped onto the mountain path, their heavy footsteps echoing dully in the silent mountain stream.

On the rock face, several mountain birds were startled and flapped their wings to fly into the sky.

Thirty men guarded the iron box, moving forward step by step.

Every pair of eyes watched their surroundings warily, their hands already drawn, carrying kunai and short swords.

However, nothing happened until the container was lifted to the other side of the ravine.

The atmosphere was slightly more relaxed among the remaining teams.

Homer stretched his muscular neck, producing a soft metallic scraping sound.

"It seems these people from the East are too scared to come back after being beaten in the Black Pine Forest."

Die played with a blue-winged butterfly in her hand and said softly.

"If there really was someone lying in ambush, they should have acted long ago. The best time would have been when the boxes were crossing the ravine."

Xu Duo sat cross-legged on the ground, his shakuhachi lying horizontally on his lap. Upon hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes.

"We must not be careless."

Despite this, he didn't seem too nervous.

Old Rentou looked across the mountain stream.

The three iron crates have arrived safely, and the second batch of personnel is setting up the defense line.

The mountain path was deserted, save for the sound of the wind.

Am I being too cautious?

He lived to be ninety-three, and this caution saved his life countless times.

But this time, all signs indicated that the ravine was safe.

Finally, the old ninja slowly raised his hand.

"The rest of you, escort the iron box on the right and pass through quickly."

The order was given, and the troops moved again.

The last three iron boxes were lifted, and the remaining forty-odd people surrounded them.

Old Shinobu walked in the center of the group, while the Ten Demons were scattered around him.

Eita Nikaido walked at the front, his hand always resting on the hilt of the demon sword Hirumaru, a faint smile on his face.

The group stepped into the mountain stream.

The mountain path winds its way through the valley, and the sliver of sunlight overhead is mostly blocked by the rock walls, making the valley dimly lit.

The rock face was slippery, seeping out tiny water droplets that dripped onto the ground with a monotonous pattering sound.

The group moved forward in silence, with only the sound of their footsteps and breathing remaining.

We reached the narrowest part of the mountain stream.

The two rock walls almost meet here, leaving only a passage less than two zhang wide.

Old Rentou suddenly stopped.

He channeled his Qi again and quietly unleashed the Ninja Technique: Ripple.

Invisible ripples spread, sweeping across the rock walls, the ground, and overhead.

Still no abnormalities.

But for some reason, a strange unease crept into my heart like a thin vine.

This feeling is inexplicable, yet it is real.

"Boost!"

Old Rentou said in a deep voice.

The team quickened its pace.

At that very moment—

On the rock face, a huge rock suddenly loosened and rolled down without warning.

The boulder, carrying debris and dust, crashed down on the center of the group!

"Disperse!"

Old Ren shouted sharply, his figure shifting three zhang to the left like a ghost.

The group scattered instantly, and the boulder crashed to the ground, shaking the mountain path, but no one was injured.

"Enemy attack?"

Black snakes emerged from Kimura Okataro's sleeves.

However, there was no further movement on the rock face.

Only that huge rock lay alone in the middle of the mountain path, raising dust that slowly drifted away.

Xu Duo listened with his eyes closed for a moment, then shook his head.

"There is no one above."

"Just falling rocks."

Homer glanced at the boulder.

"This is a common occurrence in mountain streams."

Old Rentou stared at the boulder, then looked up at the towering cliffs on either side. The wind continued to blow, and the cliffs remained silent.

coincidence?

He remained silent for a few moments, then finally waved.

"keep going."

The group bypassed the boulder and continued on their way.

This time, no one spoke.

The exit of the mountain stream is ahead, about a hundred feet away.

The light was slightly brighter, and the trees on the opposite hillside could be seen.

Fifty feet.

Thirty zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Just as Eita Nikaido, at the very front of the group, was about to step out of the mountain stream—

Deep underground.

Cui Ming sat cross-legged inside the Earth Vein Mystic Armor with his eyes closed, surrounded by a pale blue aura.

The mecha blends seamlessly with the surrounding rock formations, becoming an integral part of the mountain itself.