Chapter 92

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Two or thirty miles away, it took only the time to drink a cup of tea to arrive.

However, there were no disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain in sight. The canyon continued to stretch forward, and on the left side of the cliff, there was an opening, about ten feet wide and three to five feet high, dark and indistinct.

Apart from this, there was nothing unusual around. It seemed that the previous commotion was just a temporary illusion.

Wujiao stopped a few dozen feet away from the opening, looking puzzled.

I haven't reached the point of being old and senile, so how could it be an illusion or a hallucination? The rumbling sound must have definitely come from that opening.

Should I investigate or ignore it?

Hmph, my greatest strength is that I don't like to join in the crowd!

Wujiao shrugged and was about to leave.

"Bang—"

But before he could move, another muffled sound came from the cliff. It was clear, and it seemed that someone was talking and laughing.

Hmm, could there be another place inside that crevice?

If that's true, it would be a shame to miss it. Just a little investigation will reveal the truth.

He stopped, slowly approached the cliff opening, and cautiously looked around before mustering the courage to step in. As he moved, he consoled himself.

Who doesn't have a bit of curiosity!

The path ahead was narrow and winding, adding to the sense of mystery. After a few hundred feet, the narrow end suddenly opened up.

Wujiao stopped, slightly surprised.

Inside the mountain, there was indeed another canyon, about a mile in diameter, surrounded by steep cliffs. Although it was dark and cold, the situation was clear. About a hundred feet away, three cultivators were gathered around a stone pit. The pit was connected to a low and narrow cave entrance at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by shattered rocks and marks of sword strikes.

It was clear that the three cultivators, or disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain, had been busy for a while and had made some gains, talking and laughing. At that moment, their laughter suddenly stopped, and they turned around in unison. Although their faces were covered by golden masks, they were all on guard and cautious.

Wujiao hurriedly said, "I didn't mean to disturb you. Please continue, I'll take my leave!"

He raised his hand in greeting and was about to leave.

It turned out that the disciples of Ancient Sword Mountain were exploring here, causing quite a commotion. Since this path was blocked, it was better to continue on.

But just as he was about to move, a voice called out from behind—

"Senior Brother, wait a moment..."

"Hmph, why should we let him off easily..."

"If more fellow disciples are attracted, wouldn't it be worse? Junior Brother Dai, calm down and listen to Senior Brother Bai's advice!"

"Ah... Senior Brother Guang is right. Senior Brother, please stay, or it will be an insult to us!"

What, they won't let me leave?

Wujiao slowly stopped and turned around.

A short and sturdy man hurried over, holding a flying sword in his hand and said, "Senior Brother, don't be formal, please come and take a look!" His tone was sincere, but his small eyes behind the mask were flickering. He added, "Dai Yue from Silver Dragon Valley, with Senior Brothers Guang Mu and Bai Xian, sincerely invite you!"

Wujiao sized up the man speaking and glanced at the other two by the stone pit, hesitating before answering, "I am... He Tiancheng from Yellow Dragon Valley. Since we have this chance, I might as well take a look!"

Dai Yue chuckled and gestured.

Wujiao grinned, and stepped forward.

As Dai Yue led the way, he explained, "We spent several months searching for a Black Iron Female Beast and took three days to trap and kill it..."

A Black Iron Female Beast?

The *Hundred Spirits Scripture* records a beast like a cow, with a body as hard as a rock, gentle in nature, and feeds on metal, called the Black Iron Beast. It is said that its body contains rare Black Gold, which is hard and sharp. A female beast is a female or mother beast. However, this beast usually hides underground and is extremely difficult to find.

Dai Yue's two senior brothers greeted Wujiao as he approached, "It turns out you are Senior Brother He from Yellow Dragon Valley, we are honored..."

Wujiao bowed and walked directly to the stone pit, leaning in to look.

The stone pit was about four to five feet long and wide, and seven to eight feet deep, connected to a nearby cave entrance. It was clearly dug from deep underground. Most shockingly, at the bottom of the pit lay a two-foot-long strange beast, with a thick, black-scaled body covered in sword wounds and blood, a sight too gruesome to bear. Its waist and abdomen were still faintly moving, and it was breathing weakly, clearly still alive but on the verge of death.

Bai Xian, who had been watching closely, seemed to relax when Wujiao only observed curiously without overstepping. He exchanged a glance with his two junior brothers and gestured, "This beast has tough skin and thick flesh, comparable to iron and stone. One more strike, and the deed will be done!"

Three sword lights appeared above the stone pit, circled briefly, and then swooped down, followed by a series of muffled sounds.

"Bang—"

The head of the Black Iron Beast was finally severed by the sword light, but there was no cry, no struggle, only a splash of fresh blood.

"Bang, Bang—"

The waist and abdomen of the Black Iron Beast were split open by the sword light, and its intestines spilled out. In the blood, a few feet-long object was wriggling, and then a cry arose.

Wujiao saw clearly and was stunned.

It was a Black Iron Beast about to give birth, with a fetus inside!

"Ha ha! I said it before, I only want the young one!"

"Senior Brother! I didn't agree..."

"I didn't agree either..."

"Stop arguing!"

"Bang, Bang, Bang—"

The three began to argue over the young beast. Before the noise subsided, they each took action, and sword lights flew. The young beast, lying in the blood, had just raised its head, not yet opened its eyes to the strange world, and was instantly shredded by the sword lights.

Wujiao was observing the bottom of the pit when he suddenly frowned and took a step back. He was no longer the weak scholar he once was. Witnessing the brutal killing of the mother beast, especially the death of the young one, he felt a tightness in his chest and a chill in his heart.

The three were still not satisfied. They raised their hands and grabbed the flesh, bones, and skin, which flew up and were divided among them. In the blink of an eye, the bottom of the pit was left with only a pool of blood, but a black object slowly floated up and then fell back with a "plop."

"Black Gold, that's Black Gold!"

"Black Gold is heavy, and it's hard to retrieve it with magic power from a distance. It must be retrieved by hand!"

"Junior Brother Dai Yue, please go down to the bottom of the pit!"

"Hehe, please, Senior Brother Guang Mu!"

"Ah... The blood aura at the bottom of the pit is strong. It's better to let Senior Brother He do it!"

"Very true! We three have been busy for days, and Senior Brother He is just here..."

The intentions of the three were clear. They hunted the Black Iron Beast for the Black Gold. Unfortunately, the Black Gold was too heavy to be retrieved by magic power alone. Therefore, someone had to go down to the bottom of the pit to retrieve it by hand. None of them wanted to risk their lives, fearing betrayal from their companions, so Senior Brother He from Yellow Dragon Valley became the best choice.

Wujiao stood at the edge of the pit, hands behind his back, head down, silently staring at the bottom. A faint, dark blood light flickered in his eyes.

After a moment, he suddenly looked up and grinned at the three Ancient Sword Mountain disciples nearby, "Hehe, I'm happy to help..." But there was no smile in his eyes, only a hint of mockery.

Bai Xian and his two junior brothers exchanged a glance and said earnestly, "As long as Senior Brother He retrieves the Black Gold, you can have thirty percent!"

Dai Yue and Guang Mu quickly echoed, looking trustworthy.

Wujiao agreed readily, stepped into the stone pit, and landed gracefully. In a moment, he was at the bottom. He found a place to stand in the blood, steadied himself, and reached out. As the dirty blood churned, a black, arm-thick piece of Black Gold slowly emerged, about four to five feet long, emitting a strong, bloody, and cold aura.

Bai Xian and his two junior brothers watched closely, their expressions brightening.

"What a large piece of Black Gold!"

"At least two to three thousand pounds, perfect for forging a flying sword, comparable to a magical treasure..."

"Ha ha! Senior Brother He, be careful..."

Wujiao glanced up, and the spiritual energy in his palm surged. The black Black Gold rose suddenly and was quickly grabbed by him. The moment he held it, he felt his arms sink, staggered, and had to sway to maintain his balance, feeling a bit stunned.

The Black Gold was so heavy, weighing two to three thousand pounds?

He knew he was strong, but he had never measured his strength. To lift two to three thousand pounds was truly unimaginable!

Wujiao took a deep breath, exerted force with his feet, and leaped up. Before he reached a few dozen feet, he suddenly sank. He remained calm, enhanced his hands with spiritual energy, and tightly held the Black Gold, forcing himself to leap up again.

Bai Xian and the others had been waiting for a long time and moved back.

Wujiao, holding the heavy Black Gold, leaped out of the stone pit and landed with a "bang." Before he could steady himself, three sword lights rushed at him. He seemed to be scared stiff, not moving, but his eyes flashed with a cold light, and a faint killing intent emerged.

Bai Xian and the others surrounded him, seemingly welcoming him, but actually setting up an array to kill him, with malicious intent and a determined goal. Seeing the prey about to be doomed, they were caught off guard by a sudden change.

Wujiao still stood in place, not making a sound or defending himself. The moment the three sword lights arrived, he and the Black Gold in his hand vanished.

Bai Xian and his two junior brothers missed their targets, sensing something was wrong. Without thinking, they hurriedly retreated. At that moment, a muffled "bang" sounded, and Guang Mu, who was still retreating, was thrown back. A black light flashed, and his head was separated from his body, his remains falling into the stone pit.

Wujiao, who had vanished, suddenly reappeared, rushing towards Dai Yue. Before the other could shout in shock, a green light shot from his wrist, instantly enveloping Dai Yue and then throwing him with a "crack."

A living person was instantly turned into a bloody mess, falling to the ground.

Wujiao, still filled with killing intent, turned and raised his demonic sword to attack the last opponent. Just as he was about to leap, he suddenly paused.

There was no one in sight, and even his divine sense could not detect anything.

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