"Where are you fleeing, remnants of the Wuwang Sect!"
The voice behind them raged like a thorn in their flesh, never fading.
Yang Hei, carrying Zhou Shu on his back, struggled through the dense forest.
The forest was so dense, trees crisscrossed, vines intertwined, it seemed impossible for even the wind to get through. There were also numerous poisonous insects and small beasts, and any contact would cause a sharp pain and numbness, excruciating pain.
The two had naturally suffered greatly, their clothes tattered, their bodies covered in wounds, and they were in a state of disarray.
Neither had ever been off Tianyun Peak, nor did they know the terrain. Pursued by the Zhenglei Sect, they had stumbled headfirst into this dense forest, trapped for two days, with no idea how to escape.
Fortunately, the Zhenglei Sect had already won a decisive victory and paid little attention to the two escaping Qi Refining disciples. They had only sent a few disciples of the same Qi Refining stage to pursue them, otherwise they would have perished long ago.
After about half an hour, the sounds of pursuit gradually subsided.
Yang Hei no longer had the spiritual energy to run, and he was completely lost. All he could see was a wall of trees, so he found a grassy nest and set Zhou Shu down to rest.
He was at the end of his rope, yet a smile remained on his face as he said to Zhou Shu, "Luckily we ran fast, otherwise we would have been caught up by those disciples of the Zhenglei Sect. Hey, it would be great if they were trapped in the forest too."
"Let's rest for a while, replenish our spiritual power, and then run again. Don't worry, Zhou Shu, we will definitely escape."
He sat cross-legged, practicing his mental skills to restore his spiritual power.
While he was practicing his luck, he chattered as usual.
"Zhou Shu, we were lucky not to be in the Heart-Searching Hall," Yang Hei recalled the previous incident, a touch of fear in his heart. "The Hall Master used a magical weapon to summon nine-colored auspicious clouds to cover the outside of the Heart-Searching Hall. It was a beautiful sight. The auspicious clouds held up well against the attacks of three Jindan cultivators. I was almost cheering. But then, out of nowhere, boom, it suddenly exploded." "
I was carrying you and running, so I didn't dare look back. But the explosion was louder than thunder, and the flames behind us shot up into the sky. Sigh, I'm afraid everyone in the Heart-Searching Hall is dead. The Hall Master, the Peak Master, and the others..."
Yang Hei, always optimistic, couldn't help but sigh.
After all, he had been a member of the sect for nearly a year, and he had always had some feelings for it. And now
, it was gone just like that. It seemed like they were the only two left in such a large sect.
Zhou Shu's heart was also in turmoil. He had expected this outcome, but it came so suddenly, it was completely unexpected. The world of immortal cultivation was even more cruel than he had imagined.
The sect he had just joined was wiped out in the blink of an eye, bringing him with him an unforeseen disaster, turning a talent into a waste. After wandering the
martial arts world, he finally met a kind and compassionate master, thinking he had found a safe haven, but it turned out to be far from reality. Zhenglei Sect, Guixian Market, Luo Ming…
He silently recited these words in his mind.
As a cultivator who distinguished between gratitude and resentment, he would repay this "favor" in the future, without fail.
Whoosh, whoosh.
A few soft sounds, and the nearby bushes suddenly shook.
Yang Hei cried out in anguish and quickly gathered some grass to cover Zhou Shu. "I'm afraid the Zhenglei Sect members are after us. You lie down and I'll distract them."
Without hesitation, he sped towards the source of the movement.
But a moment later, Yang Hei returned, pushing through the trees, followed by an old hunter.
"So it's a hunter from the mountains. I was too suspicious, haha." He rubbed his head sheepishly, as if someone was watching him.
The old hunter was already quite old, but his physique was quite strong, and his eyes were bright and sharp, showing a gleam of brilliance from time to time.
The old hunter was accustomed to walking in the mountains and forests. He glanced around and found Zhou Shu lying in the grass nest. He couldn't help but fall into deep thought, his brows knitted into a ball.
"Two young immortal masters, is there anything I can help you with?"
Yang Hei bowed and said sincerely, "The forest here is too dense, and we don't know the way. Excuse me, sir, is there any shortcut out?"
The old hunter did not answer the question, but asked, "You, are the immortal masters of Wuwang Sect? Are you being chased by other immortal masters?"
Yang Hei exclaimed in surprise, and immediately became alert, clenching his hands tightly, "Why do you say that, sir, what do you want to do?"
"Don't be suspicious, young immortal masters, I mean no harm, hehe."
The old hunter waved his hand and laughed, "I have been hunting in Fengshan since I was a child. More than ten years ago, I encountered a monster and nearly died. Fortunately, I was saved by a passing immortal master of Wuwang Sect and saved my life. He was wearing the same clothes as you at the time, so I know you."
"Oh, then how did you know we were being chased?" Yang Hei scratched his head, a little confused.
"Just now, there was thunder at the Wuwang Sect, and flames nearly reaching the sky. I guessed something was wrong," the old hunter's face showed a hint of worry. "Seeing you all in such a hurry and injured, you must have escaped from the sect, right?"
Yang Hei patted his head and said with a smile, "Old man, you really... seem to know everything. You've got it all right. Old man, tell me how to get out of here, or those guys will catch up."
The old hunter nodded. "I've always wanted to repay you, and meeting you now is fate. Two young immortal masters, follow me."
He pointed in a direction and walked ahead.
Yang Hei carried Zhou Shu on his back and followed closely behind.
The forest was dense and impenetrable, but the old hunter's path was remarkably smooth, with almost no obstacles, as if he were walking on flat ground. This amazed Yang Hei, and he kept asking questions.
In just half an hour, the old hunter had led them through the complex and winding dense forest, and before them lay a vast, undulating hilly landscape.
"There are many mortal villages to the east, and we will be safe there."
The old hunter pointed to the east, "Those villages are usually taken care of by the Wuwang Sect, and the villagers should look after you."
Yang Hei nodded and saluted, "Thank you for your guidance, old man! Please accept my greetings!" The Wuwang
Sect has left many favors, and most of the surrounding villages are grateful. As long as they are willing to hide, the two of them can basically be guaranteed to be safe in the village.
In Dongsheng Prefecture, immortals and mortals coexist, and mortals are the source of all cultivators. Most immortal sects have unwritten rules that prohibit cultivators from attacking mortals, let alone harming them without cause. Otherwise, they violate the sect's rules and are hunted by the immortal sect.
The old hunter hurriedly helped him up. "How can this be allowed? How can the immortal master bow to a mortal and kill me? My humble name is not worth mentioning. Immortal master, please don't take it to heart."
"No, this is a life-saving favor,"
Yang Hei stubbornly finished the bow. "May I ask your name, so that I can repay you in the future?"
The old hunter declined a few times, but under Yang Hei's insistence, he was forced to give his name. "My name is Bai Wannian. Young immortal master really wants to kill me."
Yang Hei nodded. "I'll make a note of it. Old master, goodbye."
With that, the two of them quickly left.
The old hunter took a few glances, thought for a moment, and then went back into the dense forest, muttering to himself, "The disciples of Wuwang Sect are all good people. I might as well set a few traps and help them out."