Chapter 91

This small brocade box turned out to be so extraordinary. Even with a spirit talisman sealing it, it still seemed to emit a faintly ominous aura. This demonic power was truly bone-chilling.

"What is inside this box?" Uncle Zhong muttered to himself. He only learned of the existence of this brocade box just before his departure, and it was the head of the family who personally ordered him to keep it with him at all times, to be delivered to its owner upon reaching the Southern Wasteland's Dragon Emperor City.

Uncle Zhong was the most accomplished cultivator in the merchant caravan heading to the Southern Wasteland, already a rare expert in the secular world. This clearly showed that the head of the Ling family placed immense importance on the contents of this box.

Staring at the small brocade box on the table in front of him for a while, Uncle Zhong finally carefully put it back into the hidden pocket close to his body, being extremely cautious.

However, just as Uncle Zhong was putting the box away, his expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly struck out with his palm towards the window to his right.

With a "bang," the window shattered into wood chips, scattering in all directions. A shadow of blackness flashed and disappeared outside the window.

"Whoosh!" Uncle Zhong shot out of the broken window like an arrow. Under the moonlight, a black figure was seen walking on the water of the distant river, surrounded by a thin mist, and in the blink of an eye, it vanished into the river.

"Stepping on water, what a formidable skill!" Uncle Zhong couldn't help but admire the person's lightness, which had reached the level where one could treat the vast waves as flat ground with just a bit of water's buoyancy.

At this moment, a series of rapid footsteps could be heard from around, and soon, seven or eight people rushed over. They were the blue-robed guards who had heard the commotion and came to investigate.

"There's nothing wrong here, you can all go back!" Seeing these guards, Uncle Zhong frowned and waved them away.

Only he knew about the brocade box. Even Ling Luoyan didn't know that he was carrying such a box. It was a top secret.

"Yes!" The seven or eight guards immediately saluted Uncle Zhong and withdrew. These guards saw the broken window behind Uncle Zhong and, though they were puzzled, immediately retreated.

These guards were very clear about what they could know and ask, and what they should pretend not to know even if they did, and what they should not say or ask.

After the guards left, Uncle Zhong couldn't help but look at the river where the black figure had disappeared, muttering to himself, "Who was that person just now?"

It was obvious that the person outside the window was spying on the small brocade box in his arms. What was inside the box? Uncle Zhong's curiosity grew rapidly.

Why were so many people after it? The Black Witch Sect's White Bone Ancestor earlier, and now this mysterious person. It seemed that this box had some unknown secret, and many people wanted to get it.

After pondering for a while, Uncle Zhong couldn't figure it out. He turned and leaped back into the room through the broken window. He could also step on water, but he didn't dare to chase the mysterious person who had come to spy. He let the person go because he didn't know if it was a trap to lure him into a pre-prepared ambush.

The river surface of the Yan River was about seven to eight miles wide, covered by a thin mist. A black figure, like a ghost, pierced through the mist, walking on the water, heading towards the opposite bank of the Yan River.

Stepping on water and walking on the waves, for ordinary people, was already astonishing, but for some true cultivators, it was nothing special.

The person was a masked man in black, and from his figure, it was clear that he was a man. He quickly crossed the river and leaped onto the opposite bank.

He turned to look at the three large ships that were faintly visible in the mist, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "I didn't expect there to be experts on those ships. It seems it won't be easy to get that thing!"

Just as the masked man was about to turn and leave, a white figure suddenly appeared behind him. The person appeared so suddenly, as if out of nowhere.

In an instant, the masked man's body stiffened. He felt his scalp tingle, and an intense sense of danger enveloped him, making him feel as if he had suddenly fallen into an ice cave, his whole body cold.

"Why did you spy on the Hao Tian Merchant Caravan's ship?" The white figure behind the masked man stood still, but the exchange of energy made the masked man feel the threat of death.

The masked man knew that if he didn't answer, the person behind him would kill him without hesitation. This was undeniable.

"It... it's for something!" Under the severe threat to his life, the masked man had to speak. The threat from the person behind him was too great; his life was in the other's hands.

"What thing?" The person asked again, his tone calm but exuding an irresistible authority.

"I... I don't know!" The masked man's clothes were drenched in sweat, and his voice trembled. The overwhelming pressure from the person behind him made him feel an intense fear.

"Don't know? Then you can die!" The white figure took a step forward, and with a "bang," the ground shook. Then, his fingers, like steel hooks, lunged forward.

"No!" The masked man was terrified, his feet pushing hard against the ground, trying to rush forward. However, he was horrified to find that he couldn't move, as if restrained by an invisible force. No matter how he struggled, his feet wouldn't budge.

"Spare... spare me!" The masked man opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but it was too late. He felt a tightness in his neck, and then heard a faint "crack." His consciousness plunged into endless darkness, and his head drooped limply.

The white figure had snapped the masked man's neck in one move, and then, like throwing a rotten sack, he flung the masked man's body into the river.

With a "splash," the masked man's body fell into the river and was instantly swept away by the current.

"What is that thing? Why are so many people targeting the Hao Tian Merchant Caravan?" The white figure muttered to himself, suddenly looking at the three large ships on the opposite river.

The moonlight illuminated the face of the white figure, revealing that it was Gu Fei.

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