Chapter 83

Staring coldly at the two people in front of him, the man in white robes activated his true essence, causing the broadsword in his hand to emit a brilliant and heavy light.

Just as he was about to make a move, suddenly, a pink mist rushed towards him.

This mist was pervasive; as soon as it attached to him, it invaded his meridians, disrupting the true essence within his body.

"Bad! It's poisonous!"

Shouting in alarm, the man in white quickly swallowed a detoxifying pill and began to channel his energy to resist.

His face turned particularly grim at this moment.

Dealing with these two together, it was already very difficult for him alone. Now that he was poisoned, there was virtually no chance of victory.

Xian Auntie Lashou sneered and said disdainfully, "Consequences? Ha, Young Master Jiang, you're overestimating your Divine Casting Manor."

"We are both at the Ninth Level of the Qi Condensation stage. As long as we refine this Golden Holy Spring, we will surely advance to the Foundation Establishment stage even without the Foundation Establishment Pill."

"At that time, where in the vast world can we not go?! Your Divine Casting Manor is strong, but to have two Foundation Establishment cultivators as enemies, you must think carefully, right?"

Xian Auntie Lashou's lips curled with a cold smile, clearly well-prepared.

"Or... are you not afraid that Lin Qingyang will kill you and take all the treasures for himself?" The man in white narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

"Trying to sow discord? Unfortunately... you miscalculated."

"The relationship between my old friend and I is not something you can imagine. How could a few words from you shake it!"

Daoist Qingyang narrowed his eyes and coldly defended.

As he spoke, he exchanged a glance with Xian Auntie Lashou, and they both nodded slightly to each other.

They were old friends, but the cultivation world was treacherous. To survive better, they pretended to be enemies.

In reality, they secretly helped each other, eliminating many of their enemies for each other.

"Enough, why are you telling him all this? We should quickly obtain the Golden Holy Spring and leave! I always feel that this place is a bit eerie!" Xian Auntie Lashou pursed her lips and urged Daoist Qingyang.

As they spoke, they cautiously approached the boulder, preparing to extract the Golden Holy Spring.

Seeing this, the man in white's face darkened, and his expression became even more grim.

He knew clearly that he would likely have no chance with the Golden Holy Spring today.

Forget it, it seems I'll have to find other heavenly treasures. But just now, the heart bell rang. Could it be... that my little sister is nearby?

With this thought, the man in white retreated to his companion's side, scanning the scene without showing any emotion.

At the same time, as Daoist Qingyang and Xian Auntie Lashou were channeling their energy to extract the spring, another change occurred in the scene.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Suddenly, two flashes of cold light appeared, and two gray-robed figures, one fat and one thin, appeared behind them.

The moment they appeared, each held a sharp blade, aiming directly at the two's backs.

Although Daoist Qingyang and Xian Auntie Lashou were on guard, most of their attention was on the man in white, and they never expected anyone else.

Caught off guard, Daoist Qingyang was directly stabbed by the blade, his body weakening as he fell to the ground, dead.

Xian Auntie Lashou reacted faster. At the critical moment, she twisted her body and moved slightly to the side.

"Thud!"

A flash of cold light, and her jade arm was severed.

A piercing pain shot from her shoulder, making her face pale.

But she knew this was not the time to relax.

The moment she was injured, she immediately turned around, gathering her true essence, and spat out a pink pearl.

"Thud!"

A dull sound, the pearl pierced through the thin man's forehead, exploding and shattering his head.

"Third Brother!!!"

"You damn woman! I'll chop you up!"

On the side, the fat man, who had just finished off Daoist Qingyang, saw this and his eyes turned red with rage. He roared and raised his knife to slash at Xian Auntie Lashou.

Xian Auntie Lashou, knowing she was injured, dared not engage in a prolonged battle. She lightly stepped on the boulder, her body soaring through the air, rushing towards the man in white.

She thought clearly, at this moment, only by diverting the disaster and dragging the Divine Casting Manor people into it would she have a chance to survive.

However, her plan was beautiful, but reality was cruel.

As she soared through the air, a black arc of light, like a meteor, descended from the sky, trailing a long tail.

"Thud!"

Xian Auntie Lashou had no time to dodge and was pierced through the waist, pinned to the ground.

The pain was intense, blurring her consciousness. All she could see was a black banner.

On the banner, stood a short gray-robed figure, his eyes flashing with a cold, sinister gaze.

"Whoever dares to kill my brother, dies!"

The gray-robed man roared, a powerful aura bursting forth, tearing Xian Auntie Lashou to pieces.

Everything happened too quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the situation changed dramatically. Daoist Qingyang and Xian Auntie Lashou were both dead.

This scene left Su Shier, hiding in the shadows, deeply shaken.

He silently reminded himself that the cultivation world was indeed a place of constant danger, and he must not relax for a moment.

"These two gray-robed men, what's their background? They seem very strong!" Su Shier narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Jiang Feixue beside him.

He didn't dare to pay too much attention to them, fearing he might alert them.

These two gray-robed men, one at the Ninth Level of the Qi Condensation stage, the other at the Eighth Level.

Not only were they very strong, but they gave him a feeling like venomous scorpions. His intuition told him that the bone-filled cave they encountered earlier was related to these two.

"I don't know, but from their appearance, they are definitely evil cultivators! That banner is suspicious, it seems familiar!"

Jiang Feixue frowned, her expression serious.

As she spoke, she fell into deep thought.

In the mountain hollow, the man in white glanced at the black banner stuck in the ground, his face instantly changing, filled with dread.

"This... this is the Ten Thousand Souls Banner! What relation do you have to the Red-Eyed Child?!!!"

"Truly worthy of being from the Divine Casting Manor, not only recognizing my Ten Thousand Souls Banner, but also knowing my name!" The gray-robed man said, tearing off his cloak to reveal a face with white hair and a youthful appearance, his eyes fiery red.

"Damn, everyone, retreat quickly!!!"

The man in white grunted, gritting his teeth, and immediately called for everyone to retreat.

Seeing his reaction, the other cultivators around him were stunned, not understanding.

Some cultivators, however, seemed to have realized something, their expressions stiffening as they retreated one by one.

"Red-Eyed Child? This person sounds like someone with a lot of influence!"

On the hillside, Su Shier crouched in the shadows, muttering softly, turning to look at Jiang Feixue.

He didn't know much about this person, but from the man in white's reaction, he sensed that this was no simple matter.

Just now, he thought that he might benefit from the conflict between the two sides. Now, it was clear that this was not something he could get involved in!

At this moment, he had already decided to leave.

First, Daoist Qingyang and Xian Auntie Lashou, then these gray-robed men, this was a battle of immortals.

Who knew what other dangers lay ahead? No matter how precious the Golden Holy Spring was, he dared not have too many thoughts about it now.

However, when his gaze fell on Jiang Feixue, he saw her face pale, staring at the man in white in the scene, her eyes filled with worry.

That man in white is also surnamed Jiang. Could they be related?

Su Shier's thoughts raced. Seeing that his position was not immediately threatened, he didn't rush to leave. He quietly put away his Yang Umbrella and continued to observe the situation below.