Chapter 66

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A burst of light flickered, and the wind and rain came rushing towards him.

Wujiao stepped into the cave entrance, still not understanding what was happening, and found himself in the midst of the storm. He hurriedly clutched his head and ran quickly, then slowly stopped and looked around in confusion.

Perhaps due to the mask, or the spiritual energy within his body, the wind and rain that blew towards him did not touch him but flew past his side.

Under the dim sky, the rain continued to fall, the wind was bleak, and the vast valley was shrouded in a cold and damp atmosphere. The ground was muddy, and the cold was intense. The misty rain and the distant mountains, the heavy cold of the autumn rain, and the path back was gone. The many cultivators he had seen before were nowhere to be found, leaving only a desolate world and withered years...

This was the Canglong Valley, this was the so-called immortal realm created by great powers?

Wujiao was utterly astonished.

At this moment, the wind and rain in the sky suddenly intensified. Then a figure appeared, like a fallen leaf, landing on the ground about ten zhang away. It was a man, wearing a mask, who, upon unexpectedly encountering Wujiao, was slightly surprised, raised his hand in greeting, and was about to leave.

Wujiao hurriedly said, "Please, where did everyone go?"

The man seemed wary, looking around as he answered, "Oh... The Dragon Tail Gate of Canglong Valley is an array formation, randomly teleporting, making it hard to meet. Senior Brother, take care!" As he spoke, he already had his flying sword in hand, nodded slightly, and ran forward.

"Hey... Don't go..."

Wujiao was about to ask more questions and get closer, but the man, wary, had already disappeared into the storm.

"No sense of camaraderie, hmpf!"

He complained, clearly a true disciple of Guxian Mountain. The hundreds of disciples on this trip were all not easy to deal with. If not for the masks, they would be dressed purely for killing and plundering!

Given the situation, he had to make some plans. Occasionally encountering one or two Guxian Mountain disciples was fine, but if he met a group of three or five, he would be at a disadvantage.

Why not find a place to hide and wait for the day to escape?

Yes, that's a good idea.

However, if he didn't encounter the opening of Canglong Valley or reach the exit, it would be a waste. It would be better to search for the Dragon Head Gate and then decide.

Wujiao pondered for a moment and looked back.

It seemed that among the cultivators participating in the Canglong Valley trip, there were no senior cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage. This might be a good thing for him.

However, there was no sign of anyone nearby, only the continuous wind and rain. The dim sky was always hazy and hard to discern the time, like a dark hood on his head, but the size and height were indeterminate.

About ten miles ahead, there seemed to be a forest on the plain.

Wujiao took a deep breath, the spiritual energy in his dantian flowed through his limbs. His body became light, his feet lifted, and with a strong step, he had already flown ten zhang away. He was like a traveler in the wilderness, crossing the wind and rain, running through the mud, heading towards the desolate end.

A moment later, a desolate mountain blocked the way.

The desolate mountain was over a hundred zhang high, about ten miles wide, completely barren, like a drowsy monster, soundly sleeping amidst the storm.

Wujiao leaped a few times and reached the top. The surroundings were still stormy, the world vast.

I wonder, in such a desolate place, where are the opportunities for cultivation? And if there were no special reasons, why would so many disciples flock here?

Wujiao paused for a moment, still seeing no one, then crossed the top and stopped at the waist of the mountain. He looked around, raised his hand, and drew a black sword light. Then he walked to a stone wall and swung his arm, throwing it out.

The demonic sword flew out, piercing the stone wall several zhang away, making a "bang bang" sound, and a rough cave entrance slowly appeared. He continued to point and direct, the demonic sword moving freely, continuously removing the broken stones from the cave. Just as he was engrossed, he seemed to have a thought.

He remembered that magical tools or treasures needed to be refined to be controlled at will. The demonic sword had never been refined, yet it gradually responded to his will. The integration of man and sword became increasingly seamless...

In a short while, the cave was complete.

However, the cave entrance was only two feet wide, not suitable for human habitation, but more like a den for wild beasts.

Wujiao was quite pleased with himself, then recalled the demonic sword, buried the broken stones, and approached the wall, bending down to crawl into the cave.

Back when he was on Yujing Peak of Lingxia Mountain, digging a stone could exhaust him. Now, with the ability to control a sword, digging a cave was easy. Not only that, but he also knew how to ride the wind, protect himself with spiritual energy, use talismans, and was no less capable than a true cultivator.

However, he had only stumbled into the path of immortality!

With a "bang," the cave entrance was sealed with a stone, fitting perfectly, making it hard to notice from a distance.

Hehe, not bad for a former Yujing Peak disciple, digging stones was quite skilled.

Why was the cave entrance narrow? Just to make it easier to seal and hide.

Wujiao crawled into the cave, took out a pearl, embedded it in the wall, and then sat cross-legged, looking very satisfied.

The cave was not large, about ten feet in diameter, with broken stones scattered, making it somewhat cluttered. The pearl's light was faint, creating a serene and cozy atmosphere. Compared to the cold wind and rain outside, having a place to hide and rest was enough!

Moreover, if he wanted to cross Canglong Valley and escape safely, it wouldn't be easy. A whole year, he needed to plan carefully!

Wujiao thought about this, raised his right hand, rolled up his sleeve, and shook it. A faint light fell in front of him, like a firefly, barely noticeable. But his eyes lit up, showing curiosity.

This set of clothes came from the Guxian Mountain disciple named Hetiancheng. At the time, he was in a hurry, only thinking of passing through. It wasn't until he reached the foot of the mountain that he noticed something unusual in his sleeve. Knowing that spiritual energy was most sensitive to divine consciousness, the light in his sleeve was clearly formed by spiritual energy. Now that he had escaped from Liu'er and her senior brother, he could finally examine it.

Could this be the so-called "sleeve of boundless space"? Such a small object could be hidden anywhere on the body. It could be used at will!

However, the light seemed small, but was wrapped in spiritual energy, making it hard for divine consciousness to penetrate, and impossible to examine.

Wujiao focused for a moment, then shook his head in frustration, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and grabbed the demonic sword, fiercely slashing at the light on the ground.

"Boom—"

It was like a fish bladder bursting or a leather bag exploding. The light flashed, a muffled sound echoed in the cave, and a chaotic force surged.

Wujiao hurriedly dodged, but found no place to hide, and "bang" hit the wall, looking quite miserable. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he smiled.

The dust in the cave had not yet settled, and a small pile of things fell from the air.

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At the same time, in another cave.

Hetiancheng was still unconscious, suddenly feeling a sharp pain in his mind. Before he could open his eyes, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His head was covered with animal skin, and the blood spewed onto his face.

He was in a panic, waving his hands, and groaned in pain. He then realized that several of his ribs and chest bones were broken, and his internal organs were also damaged.

What happened?

He vaguely remembered being hit hard.

Why did his mind suddenly hurt?

Hetiancheng lifted the animal skin and struggled to sit up. Before he could recover, he was stunned.

He was completely naked, except for a pair of underpants. His clothes, boots, headband, and identity badge, mask, were all gone.

This wasn't just being hit, but being robbed!

In the immortal sect, there was such a bold and reckless thief, who seemed unfamiliar. Who was it, and what did they want?

Hetiancheng wiped the blood from his face, trying to tidy his messy hair, but suddenly remembered something, his eyes twitching.

No wonder his mind hurt; it must be because the "sleeve of boundless space" for storing items was destroyed. Years of savings were gone, and the trip to Canglong Valley was over!

Hetiancheng had never suffered such a great loss, feeling dizzy and in pain. He groaned, gritted his teeth, and struggled to get up, putting on old clothes and boots, and staggered out of the cave.

No matter who it was, I must report to the elders. This humiliation, I can't swallow...

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A sword light had just crossed Huanglong Valley, suddenly paused, and then two figures appeared, both looking down with suspicious expressions.

On a mountain path, a man in disheveled clothes was limping, holding a branch, looking quite miserable!

The sword light landed, and a voice called out, "Who are you?"

The man looked up in surprise, his face covered in blood, and pitifully said, "Ah... I am disciple Hetiancheng. Is this Senior Uncle Chuyuan? Save me..." He recognized the middle-aged man, who was an elder from Qinglong Valley of Guxian Mountain.

Sure enough, the middle-aged man and the young man with him jumped off the flying sword, still puzzled, and asked, "Since you are a disciple of the immortal sect, why are you in such a state?"

This pitiful disciple was Hetiancheng. Injured and finding it difficult to go down the mountain, he had picked up a branch as a cane. Suddenly encountering an elder from his sect, he couldn't help but cry out, "I was hit and robbed by someone. I was about to report it, but the Canglong Valley opened, and I couldn't find any fellow disciples. Please, Senior Uncle, help me! This junior is unfamiliar..."

He didn't forget to notice the other person next to Chuyuan, nodding with the branch in his hand.

The young man looked proud and said, "I am Chufang, accompanying my uncle to Guxian Mountain for important matters..."

Chufang asked again, "Who hit you?"

Hetiancheng said with a grievance, "I don't know. It might not be a disciple of our sect..."

Chuyuan was slightly surprised, "Oh..."

Hetiancheng thought the elder might not want to get involved and quickly reminded him, "Senior Uncle! That person took my clothes, identity badge, and golden crystal mask. They might have infiltrated Canglong Valley..."

Chuyuan's eyes flashed with a fierce look and said, "Come with me to Canglong Valley!"

Hetiancheng looked distressed, "Canglong Valley is already closed..."

Chuyuan coldly snorted, "Hmpf! Just a little investigation will determine the truth. Our Guxian Mountain will not tolerate such deceit!" Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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