Chapter 42

Although he was engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the other party, the attention of the black-clad giant was no longer on the seven Foundation Establishment cultivators. It wasn't that he didn't care, but rather that all his focus was on the person floating in mid-air.

The black-clad giant completely ignored the seven Foundation Establishment cultivators, not because he didn't care, but because all his attention was on the person floating in mid-air.

The other party did not reveal even the slightest fluctuation of magical power, but it was precisely because of this that it was terrifying. After all, he was floating in the air entirely by his own magical power, with an abyss beneath his feet.

It was a middle-aged man, plump and fair, with a warm and amiable smile, even fatter than the corpulent Zhu who had caused trouble for Zhu Yi. After this man appeared, the seven Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Hou residence no longer made a move.

The black-clad giant was still in shock and dared not act rashly.

The plump middle-aged man smiled warmly at Zhu Yi, who was among the crowd, and said gently, "Young Master Yi, I've come to take you home."

Faced with this middle-aged man who had come to save him, Zhu Yi's expression was even worse than that of the black-clad giant and the others. He clenched his fists and remained silent.

The black-clad giant took a deep breath and asked, "May I ask your honored name?"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, "You might have heard of me. My surname is Huang, and many people call me Huang San."

Huang San still smiled warmly, but the faces of the Liefeng Society cultivators turned ashen.

Huang San, the third steward under Marquis Xuanyi Zhu Hongwu, was a close confidant who handled some private matters for the Marquis. He was ruthless and notorious, but he acted low-key, and few had seen his true face. No one would have expected him to be a plump, fair-skinned middle-aged man.

The black-clad giant felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, for he knew that this seemingly amiable businessman was actually a genuine Golden Core cultivator!

But the hatred of a lost country, the enmity of a destroyed clan, his dignity, his hatred, and his anger made it impossible for him to submit to the person before him.

All the Liefeng Society cultivators showed a determined look on their faces. Even though their bodies trembled instinctively out of fear, they still stood shoulder to shoulder, facing the formidable enemy who could destroy them with just a finger.

Huang San sighed leisurely, "Snowwind Kingdom... no, it's now the Snowwind Prefecture of our Great Zhou. In my opinion, all the original inhabitants should be killed, and new settlers should be brought in from within Great Zhou. Then there would be no more trouble."

The black-clad giant was suddenly enraged and manipulated the hurricane formation. Dozens of tornadoes immediately howled out, attacking Huang San from different angles and directions.

Huang San laughed, his eyes almost squinting shut, "You still don't understand the situation."

Before his words were even finished, Huang San raised his hand slightly, and a cold wind, as if from the depths of the netherworld, instantly swept through the entire underground palace!

Almost instantly, the underground palace turned into an icy world, with crystal-clear ice layers covering the stone walls. The light from the fluorite shone on the ice, creating a blinding brilliance, making the entire space bright.

In a moment, the underground palace was completely transformed into an ice cave.

The violent tornadoes were frozen solid in ice pillars, still maintaining their previous shapes, but now they looked absurd.

This was just the beginning. What was frozen by the cold ice was far more than just the tornadoes.

From the black-clad giant down, the bodies of all the Liefeng Society cultivators were suddenly covered with a layer of white frost. The frost grew thicker and thicker, and in the end, it seemed they would all be frozen into ice sculptures.

But Zhu Yi, standing among them, was unharmed. Not only was he not affected by the ice and snow, but he couldn't even feel the change in temperature around him.

The black-clad giant's expression changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and threw a talisman.

Huang San, floating in mid-air, his eyes flashed, "A Golden Core talisman?" The talisman thrown by the black-clad giant was indeed a Golden Core talisman, made by a Golden Core cultivator, with the power equivalent to a full-force attack from a Golden Core cultivator.

The talisman exploded in mid-air, transforming into rolling thunder. Countless lightning snakes shot out in all directions, instantly breaking through Huang San's magical power seal.

Cracks spread across the ice, dense and intricate like a spider web. The blinding lightning reflected on the ice, illuminating the underground palace like daylight.

Countless ice blocks shattered and fell like rain into the abyss below. The ground shook, and the entire underground palace seemed to be in the midst of an apocalyptic collapse.

Even the six Foundation Establishment cultivators who had come with Huang San changed their expressions, struggling to stabilize themselves. But they remained relatively calm, their eyes fixed on Huang San, the direct target of the lightning.

Huang San's expression remained unchanged, and he even had the leisure to smile, "Desperate struggle." He raised his palms, and his powerful magical power revealed its might. The vast void seemed to solidify, and the surging cold air even froze the violent thunder!

In the white cold air, the dancing lightning seemed like a restrained dragon, but under the cold air's restraint, its movements became increasingly stiff.

The cave, which had been shaking like an earthquake, stabilized at this moment. The apocalyptic scene was calmed by Huang San's casual smile.

Huang San smiled, "Even among Golden Core cultivators, there are differences in cultivation."

The Liefeng Society cultivators were even more chilled to the bone. A talisman with the power of a Golden Core cultivator's full-force attack was nothing to Huang San.

The black-clad giant glanced at Zhu Yi, not daring to hesitate for a moment. He grabbed Zhu Yi and threw him directly into the abyss, then turned and rushed towards the teleportation formation deep in the tunnel.

Huang San smiled and divided a thread of his magical power to catch the falling Zhu Yi, but a dense foul air suddenly rose from the bottom of the abyss.

This foul air was like a slumbering monster, suddenly awakened by the previous disturbance.

When Huang San's magical power touched this foul air, it instantly lost control and was swallowed by the foul air.

"Hmm?" Huang San's eyes, which had been squinted, suddenly widened. His plump figure disappeared from where he stood and reappeared in front of Zhu Yi, catching him personally and also coming into contact with the foul air.

Huang San was surrounded by cold air, much of which was eroded by the foul air, but he still suppressed the foul air with his powerful magical power.

Just this moment of distraction allowed the black-clad giant and several Liefeng Society cultivators to escape into the tunnel and activate the teleportation formation.

Huang San's smile disappeared, and he raised his hand to form a magical seal. The cold air surged, trying to freeze the teleportation formation as well.

The black-clad giant was also very decisive. To gain time, he discarded Zhu Yi, whom he had worked hard to capture. However, Huang San's cultivation was too high. Even after blocking the Golden Core talisman and saving Zhu Yi, he still had the ability to intercept and kill them.

Unfortunately, at the critical moment, the strange foul air rising from the abyss helped the black-clad giant. This delay made Huang San just a step too slow.

The teleportation formation was already activated. Under the influence of Huang San's magical power, the space opened by the formation was distorted, even tearing a Liefeng Society cultivator in half. But it still opened a path through the void, allowing the black-clad giant and his companions to escape.

Huang San chuckled, "A few rats, quite slippery. But with your Third Master's interference, you won't be able to teleport to your intended destination. If you don't die in the void's chaotic currents, you'll be lucky."

Zhu Yi, held in his hand, remained silent.

Huang San looked at Zhu Yi, his eyes squinting shut, "These little thieves are quite clever, choosing such a place with mixed spiritual energy. Ordinary people can't search here, but Golden Core cultivators can still locate targets in such an environment."

"Fortunately, the heavens have been kind, and Young Master Yi hasn't fallen into the hands of those bandits. Otherwise, you would have disgraced Marquis."

The other seven Foundation Establishment cultivators looked at Zhu Yi, their faces showing playful smiles, as if they were playing with a mouse.

Zhu Yi felt bitter. With just one glance, he recognized these cultivators, who were all under the command of Marquis Xuanyi's wife, Lady Shao.

Even the present Huang San, though a close confidant of Marquis Xuanyi, was also a close confidant of Lady Shao, often handling some secret matters for her.

For example, now, Zhu Yi believed that Huang San would not hesitate to kill him and blame it on the Liefeng Society.

This was truly a case of escaping from the tiger's mouth only to fall into the wolf's den.

Sure enough, Huang San smiled warmly, "A living Young Master Yi cannot fall into the hands of bandits, or they might use him to blackmail the Marquis. The Marquis would never compromise with a group of bandits, but the news would still damage his reputation."

"But if Young Master Yi, out of filial piety, refuses to make things difficult for his father, the Marquis, and chooses to die by his own hand, vowing never to yield, the news would be a beautiful story, wouldn't it?"

As he spoke, Huang San's small eyes fixed on Zhu Yi, and a dangerous aura emanated from his body.

Zhu Yi instantly felt as if his heart was being squeezed by an invisible hand, being kneaded and twisted, with all his blood rushing to his heart, threatening to explode it!

Zhu Yi's pupils gradually dilated, and his eyes began to lose their luster.

"Am I... going to die here?"

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