Chapter 6

"Where are the remnants of the Wuwang Sect running to!"

The voice from behind was like a festering sore, never ceasing.

Yang Hei, carrying Zhou Shu, struggled forward in the dense forest.

The forest was extremely dense, with trees and vines intertwined, making it look as if even the wind couldn't pass through. There were also many venomous insects and small beasts; a careless touch would result in pain and numbness, causing great discomfort.

Naturally, the two of them suffered a lot. Their clothes were torn, and their bodies were covered in wounds, looking utterly disheveled.

They had never left Tianyun Peak and were unfamiliar with the terrain. Being pursued by the Zhenglei Sect, they blindly ran around and ended up trapped in this dense forest for two days, not knowing how to get out.

Fortunately, the Zhenglei Sect had already achieved a great victory and didn't pay much attention to the two fleeing disciples at the Qi Condensation stage. They only sent a few disciples of the same cultivation level to pursue them; otherwise, they would have been dead long ago.

After about half an hour, the sounds of pursuit gradually faded.

Yang Hei had no more spiritual energy to run and was completely lost. All he could see were walls of trees, so he found a grass nest and laid Zhou Shu down to rest.

At a dead end, yet he still had a smile on his face. He said to Zhou Shu, "We ran fast enough. Otherwise, those Zhenglei Sect disciples would have caught us. Heh, I hope they're trapped in the forest too."

"Rest for a while, and we'll run again once we've replenished our spiritual energy. Don't worry, Zhou Shu, we'll definitely escape."

He sat cross-legged and began to circulate his cultivation technique to recover his spiritual energy.

While cultivating, he habitually chattered.

"Zhou Shu, to think we were so lucky not to be in the Wuxin Hall," Yang Hei recalled the previous situation, still feeling a bit frightened. "The Hall Master used a magical treasure to summon a nine-colored auspicious cloud to cover the Wuxin Hall. It looked beautiful. The auspicious cloud withstood the attacks of three Golden Core cultivators, and I was almost cheering. But somehow, it suddenly exploded."

"At that time, I was carrying you and just ran without daring to look back. But the explosion was louder than thunder, and the flames behind us reached the sky. Sigh, I'm afraid everyone in the Wuxin Hall is dead, including the Hall Master and the Peak Master..."

Yang Hei, who was usually optimistic, couldn't help but sigh.

After all, they had been in the sect for nearly a year and had some feelings for it. Now it was gone just like that.

A large sect, seemingly reduced to just the two of them.

Zhou Shu's heart was also in turmoil. He had anticipated this outcome, but it came so suddenly, completely beyond his expectations. The cultivation world was even more cruel than he had imagined.

The sect he had just joined was destroyed in the blink of an eye, and he suffered the consequences, turning from a genius to a waste. Adrift in the world, he had finally met a kind master, thinking he had found a place to settle down, but it didn't turn out as he hoped.

Zhenglei Sect, Guixian Market, Luo Ming...

He silently recited these names in his heart.

As a cultivator who clearly distinguished right from wrong, he would definitely repay this "debt" in the future, not missing a single one.

Swoosh, swoosh.

A few soft sounds, and the bushes nearby suddenly shook.

Yang Hei cursed under his breath and quickly gathered some grass to cover Zhou Shu. "It's probably the Zhenglei Sect people coming. Lie still, I'll lead them away."

Without hesitation, he ran toward the source of the disturbance.

But after a short while, Yang Hei pushed through the bushes and returned, with an old hunter following behind.

"It turns out you're a hunter from the mountains. I was too suspicious, hehe." He rubbed his head, feeling a bit embarrassed, as if someone was watching him.

The old hunter was already quite old but was still quite robust, with sharp, bright eyes that occasionally flashed with a keen light.

The old hunter was used to walking in the mountains. With a quick glance, he spotted Zhou Shu lying in the grass nest and fell into deep thought, his brows furrowed.

"Two young Immortal Masters, is there anything the old man can help you with?"

Yang Hei clasped his hands and said sincerely, "The forest here is too dense, and we don't know the way. Old sir, is there a shortcut out?"

The old hunter didn't answer the question but asked instead, "You are Immortal Masters of the Wuwang Sect, right? Are you being pursued by other Immortal Masters?"

Yang Hei was surprised and immediately became wary, clenching his hands tightly. "Why do you say that, old sir? What do you want?"

"Little Immortal Master, don't be suspicious. The old man has no ill intentions, hehe."

The old hunter waved his hand and chuckled. "I have been hunting in this Maple Mountain since I was young. Over a decade ago, I encountered a demonic beast and almost died. Fortunately, I was saved by a passing Wuwang Sect Immortal Master, who saved my life. He was wearing clothes like yours, so I recognize you."

"Oh, then how did you know we were being pursued?" Yang Hei scratched his head, a bit confused.

"Just now, there was a loud thunder and flames reaching the sky from the Wuwang Sect. The old man guessed something had happened," the old hunter's weathered face indeed showed some concern. "Seeing you in such a hurry and injured, you must have run out from the sect, right?"

Yang Hei slapped his head and said with a smile, "Old sir, you really... seem to know everything. You hit the nail on the head. Old sir, please tell us how to leave here, or those guys will catch up."

The old hunter nodded. "The old man has always wanted to repay the favor. Meeting you now is a matter of fate. Follow me, young Immortal Masters."

He pointed in a direction and led the way.

Yang Hei carried Zhou Shu and closely followed behind.

The forest was dense and impenetrable, but the old hunter walked with ease, encountering almost no obstacles, as if walking on flat ground. This amazed Yang Hei, who kept asking questions.

In less than half an hour, the old hunter had already led them through the complex and winding forest, and before them was a vast, undulating hill.

"Head east, and there are many human villages. You'll be safe there."

The old hunter pointed east. "Those villages have often been helped by the Wuwang Sect. The villagers should take care of you."

Yang Hei nodded and bowed. "Thank you, old sir! I bow to you!"

The Wuwang Sect had left many favors, and the surrounding villages were mostly grateful. As long as they were willing to hide, the two of them would be relatively safe in the villages.

In the Dongsheng Province, immortals and mortals coexisted. Mortals were the source of cultivators. Most sects had unwritten rules that cultivators could not act in mortal settlements and could not harm mortals without cause, or they would violate the sect's rules and be pursued by the sect.

The old hunter quickly helped him up. "This is too much, how can an Immortal Master bow to a mortal? It's too much for the old man. My name is not worth mentioning, Immortal Master, don't worry about it."

"No, this is a great favor that saved our lives."

Yang Hei insisted on bowing. "May I ask for your name, old sir, so I can repay you in the future."

The old hunter declined a few times but, under Yang Hei's insistence, had to reveal his name. "I am Bai Wannian. Little Immortal Master, you really are too much."

Yang Hei nodded. "I will remember this, old sir. Farewell."

With that, the two quickly left.

The old hunter watched them for a while, then thought for a moment and returned to the forest, muttering, "The disciples of the Wuwang Sect are all good people. I might as well set some traps to help them further."

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