[Fantasy] The Song of the Six Dynasties (Complete) - Chapter 36 (End)

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Chapter Seven.

Xu Junfang gripped the handle tightly, his heart pounding. Less than fifteen minutes later, the vehicle emerged from the tunnel, bathed in sunlight once more. He let out a long breath, still shaken, and said, "Young Master Cheng, have you been to the Taiquan Ancient Array before?"

Cheng Zongyang replied, "No. This is my first time."

"Then, Young Master, have you seen this kind of mystical beast before?"

"I suppose so,"

Cheng Zongyang said, "but smaller than this."

Xu Junfang said, "No wonder you can manipulate the beast's shell so easily."

Cheng Zongyang slowed down, observing this so-called "second level of the Taiquan Ancient Array." Compared to the first level, the sunlight here was much stronger, and the sun's position had shifted to the west. If the first level was like morning, this felt more like afternoon.

Buildings appeared along both sides of the road, but their doors and windows were empty, indicating they had been frequently visited. After traveling about ten kilometers, a crossroads appeared ahead.

"Beware! The Three-Eyed Curse!"

Xu Junfang pointed ahead and said, "This eye is infinitely changeable. When the green eye opens, there are no taboos. When the yellow eye opens, caution is needed. Once the pupil turns blood-red, even the most urgent matter must be stopped, otherwise you will be hunted down by the guardian warriors!"

Cheng Zongyang looked at the traffic light, slowed down and stopped, and said admiringly, "So there are so many intricacies?"

Xu Junfang nodded deeply, "The Taiquan Ancient Formation is fraught with danger, a place where every step is a potential death trap. Even renowned masters have perished within it. For example, these white houses around here attract many people every year who go in search of treasure, but none of them come out alive. They are listed as one of the ten most dangerous places in the Taiquan Ancient Formation. Young master, please do not set your sights

on them." Along the roadside was a row of huge white buildings, more than three kilometers long and nearly ten meters high. Their square shape resembled a pile of boxes, and their cold structure sent chills down one's spine at first glance.

Cheng Zongyang glanced at it and immediately said, "Don't worry, even if you pay me, I won't go in!"

Every hundred meters on the white building was a triangular pattern, with three black fan-shaped patterns painted on a yellow background—Xiao Yaoyi said, "These talismans are very strange. Could some treasure be sealed inside?"

Cheng Zongyang said, "Don't think about it! Stay as far away as possible from these talismans, or you'll die without even knowing how."

Old Zhu said, "That's a leper colony! Little Xiao, if you go in, be careful you don't get leprosy, your face will be so badly rotten that even your own father won't recognize you."

Xu Junfang immediately looked at Old Zhu with new respect, "Uncle Zhu, an expert! " "Ah!"

Old Zhu's beard bristled. "I'm not bragging! I could walk through this Taiquan Ancient Array with my eyes closed! Little Xu, with me here, you'd be making a fortune of one gold coin a day!"

Cheng Zongyang said, "Old man, don't beat around the bush. I'd be happy to have Mr. Xu show me the way for one gold coin a day! But I'd rather have you show me the way than pay you even a single coin. If you're not happy, get out of the car. If you like soaking in the hot springs, then soak in them. We'll come back to pick you up."

Old Zhu said shamelessly, "What are you talking about? Did I ask for money for a single word? Did I ask for a single word? Little Cheng, I've been so kind, but you've taken it all for granted."

"If you were a donkey, your liver and lungs would have been eaten by dogs long ago."

Cheng Zongyang glanced at Xiao Zi. That brat was acting strangely today. She hadn't said a word the whole way, and her eyes were darting around. He wondered what she was up to now.

"Hold on tight!"

As soon as the green light came on, Cheng Zongyang immediately accelerated, driving far away from this area that was either a nuclear power plant or a nuclear contaminated zone.

The entire second level was mainly industrial, with giant buildings filled with pipes visible everywhere on both sides of the road. As for what was being produced inside, there was no clue from the outside.

Cheng Zongyang didn't have the time to waste on the outer perimeter. He was already 90% certain that Taiquan Ancient Formation was a future city lost in the river of time, so for him, the most valuable areas were the commercial and residential areas.

Judging from the layout of Taiquan Ancient Formation, the first level was the suburbs, the second level was the industrial area, and the third level was likely a green belt separating the residential and industrial areas.

Xu Junfang's description confirmed Cheng Zongyang's guess: "The third level of the ancient formation is also known as the Linglang Cave Heaven. It is surrounded by towering trees, and there are four interconnected lakes in the middle, each no less than a thousand acres. Along the way, all kinds of exotic flowers and rare herbs are endless..."

Wu Er asked, "Is there the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit?"

Xu Junfang replied, "The Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit is not here."

"What are you talking about if there isn't one?"

Wu Er said, "Hurry up and find the fruit so that Second Master can find some useful things."

"Wait!"

Cheng Zongyang suddenly stepped on the brakes and looked at a rock by the roadside. One side of the black basalt was polished smooth, and symbols he couldn't understand were carved on it with rough marks, but the arrogant character "Duan" at the top was particularly eye-catching, followed by a string of numbers that made Cheng Zongyang's heart race: 2019.

Cheng Zongyang suppressed his excitement. "Who carved this?"

Xu Junfang glanced at it. "Oh, you mean this? That was several decades ago. A man from out of town, who called himself Emperor Duan, came to the Taiquan Ancient Array. He was very grand, bringing hundreds of followers. He had ladders built and carved it himself." "

And then?"

Xu Junfang grinned. "Emperor Duan was from out of town and didn't know the rules here. The most taboo thing in the third level of the Linglang Cave is spitting and littering, let alone carving or drawing. As a result, before he finished carving, Emperor Duan was captured by the guards and hasn't come out yet."

Everyone gasped. The guards here were far too domineering. Imprisoned for decades, Emperor Duan's bones must have turned to dust by now.

Cheng Zongyang clicked his tongue twice. If this Emperor Duan lived to see the light of day, he would be even more unlucky than Zhao Luhou, who transmigrated into a eunuch.

"We're on the third level already, looks like things are going smoothly,"

Xu Junfang said. "Young Master can even command the Nine Heavens Mystic Beasts, and having traveled along the perilous Taiquan land, naturally all evil spirits are shunned. If you were on foot, even if you could avoid the herds of beasts foraging in the forest, you would inevitably run into the traps and obstacles in the formation."

Cheng Zongyang wholeheartedly agreed. If he hadn't found a car as soon as he entered, they would probably still be on the road by now.

Xu Junfang added, "Besides, Young Master is truly lucky; you haven't encountered any guardian warriors along the way."

The guardian warriors they were referring to were mostly robots used for service in the city. The fact that he hadn't encountered any wasn't necessarily due to good luck; it was more likely that those robots only checked outsiders, letting vehicles that originally belonged to this area pass directly.

Cheng Zongyang laughed, "It seems this trip to the Taiquan Ancient Formation will be a bit easier for everyone."

"How can it be easy?"

Xu Junfang and Old Man Zhu said in unison, "The Bridge

of Helplessness is just ahead!"... "The Bridge of Helplessness is the gateway to the lower levels. It's known as the most dangerous place in the Taiquan Ancient Formation!"

"Throughout history, countless heroes have met their demise at the Bridge of Helplessness."

"The bridge's guardians are considered the most domineering presence in the Taiquan Ancient Formation."

"Not only are they impervious to swords and spears, incredibly strong, but their hidden weapons are also incredibly powerful, unstoppable."

"Back then, the Han Kingdom's number one hidden weapon master attempted to cross the Bridge of Helplessness, but was intercepted and killed by the bridge's guardians, struck by eighty-one darts."

Old Man Zhu shook his head, "In the end, they had to use a ladle to retrieve his body."

"The Vajra Hero, the unparalleled master of hard martial arts in the Tang Dynasty, crossed the Naihe Bridge, meeting force with force and strength with strength, only to have his arm and two legs snapped by the bridge guards."

"Once you step onto the Naihe Bridge, you must move swiftly and continuously to avoid the guards' notice."

Xu Junfang lamented, "It's a pity the Naihe Bridge is nearly six miles long; some heroes, though possessing superb lightness skills, lack endurance and are overtaken by the guards as soon as they reach the middle."

"The strategist Zhiduoxing, the foremost strategist in the Song Dynasty, sat at the bridgehead for over a month, finally leaving behind the words: 'This bridge is insurmountable for those without a fifth-level cultivation.'"

"Countless heroes of the martial world have proven this statement with their blood. Its word spread far and wide, eventually becoming the benchmark for the Taiquan Ancient Formation. Treasure hunters wishing to delve into the formation must possess at least a fifth-level cultivation; otherwise, even if they enter, they will find it difficult to emerge."

Xu Junfang said with utmost caution, "Young master, please be careful; the Naihe Bridge is not to be crossed easily."

On the flat ground, a bottomless abyss divided the land into yin and yang realms. One side was bathed in sunlight, the other shrouded in misty darkness.

Cheng Zongyang crouched down and gazed into the abyss for a moment, then looked up at the opposite bank.

A straight, long bridge spanned the abyss, its streetlights flickering in the mist, stretching into the unknown darkness on the other side.

Hearing the dangerous rhetoric from Old Zhu and Xu Junfang, Cheng Zongyang also became somewhat uneasy. He stopped the car more than a mile from the Naihe Bridge and walked over to investigate.

Several groups of people had already gathered in the square in front of the bridge, each with a solemn expression. A man with a whoosh unfastened his chain gun from his waist and shouted, "Are all these people intimidated by a few burly iron strongmen? I, Yan San, don't believe in such nonsense! Which brother will join me in this challenge?"

The people around him remained expressionless, clearly having no connection with him. Yan San sneered and leaped onto the bridge.

The men behind him exchanged glances, and after Yan San had covered several dozen feet, they simultaneously jumped onto the bridge. The crowd, which had been holding back, immediately stirred. A burly man mounted his horse, shouting, "Heroes of the Iron Horse Hall, follow me!"

and spurred his horse forward.

In another group, an old man said, "Young Master, shall we follow them?"

A man beside him said, "Young Master, our cultivation is a bit lacking. Why don't we stay here and guard the tents for everyone?"

"No need,"

the old man said with a sinister laugh. "Although the guards here are powerful, their numbers are limited. If that fool Yan San rushes across the bridge first and gets caught by the guards, we can take advantage of the chaos to cross."

He then changed his tone, saying with pride, "Besides, Young Master is a rare genius on the continent, unmatched among his peers! Why be afraid of these few guards?"

The young master snorted coldly, "What's the rush? Wait a little longer."

Apart from this group, everyone else rushed onto the bridge in a chaotic rush.

Xu Junfang wanted to speak but then stopped, stamping his feet anxiously behind him. "Why didn't these people find a local to guide them when they came to Taiquan? This is troublesome!"

"They took the wrong road, didn't they?"

Xu Junfang asked in surprise. "How did you know, young master?"

"The signs are all on the right, so it must be right-hand drive. But they all rushed to the left—that's going against traffic."

Cheng Zongyang looked up at the warning signs at the bridgehead—although he didn't recognize any of the characters, the blue and white signs were simple: the number 60, followed by a circle.

"Slow speed limit 60 km/h..."

Cheng Zongyang muttered, "Is this Taiquan Ancient Array from Germany? I've only seen slow speed limits along the way, no fast speed limits."

Suddenly, a shout came from the bridge; Yan San seemed to have already engaged in combat with the bridge guards. Cheng Zongyang walked curiously towards the bridgehead, wanting to see what the traffic police on the bridge looked like, but was blocked by a burly man.

"Can't you see our Zhou clan's young master is here!"

the burly man said sternly. "Get out of the way!"

If Wu Er were here, he would have beaten this blind brat to a pulp long ago, but unfortunately, Wu Er refused to get off the carriage, saying he hadn't had enough of sitting. Cheng Zongyang and Xu Junfang weren't the kind of martial arts masters who would kill someone's entire family just because someone glared at them. The two looked at each other, then asked with puzzlement, "Where did this Zhou clan come from?"

"Frog in a well!"

the burly man arrogantly pointed his thumb. "Our young master Zhou is a monstrous genius! He started learning martial arts at three, surpassed level ten at five, and reached level thirty at ten. Now he's a level fifty expert! And our young master excels at challenging opponents of higher levels; even a level sixty expert is no match for him!"

Cheng Zongyang's jaw nearly dropped. Level fifty! Wang Zhe was only at the peak of level eight! A level fifty cultivator could kill Wang Zhe with a fart! A punch could shatter at least half the Earth.

The old man strolled over. "What's all the commotion?"

The burly man bent down, forcing a smile. "Two ignorant brats, asking about the young master's background."

The old man immediately perked up. "Young man, seeing that you're so young yet able to come to the Taiquan Ancient Formation, you must be a rare genius, right?"

Cheng Zongyang said, "You've asked the wrong person. I'm just an ordinary person, slightly special, but all that makes me very ordinary."

"Don't try to fool me,"

the old man said darkly. "With my eyesight, you must have reached level fifty, right?"

"Stop! Give me a tenth of that. Level fifty? I've never heard of that in my life!"

"A frog in a well!"

Having been called a frog in a well twice, Cheng Zongyang really wondered if he was truly a country bumpkin. He tugged at Xu Junfang. "What level is your master's cultivation?"

Xu Junfang was also dumbfounded, stammering, "I, Xu, have mediocre talent and haven't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet."

"I wasn't asking you, I was asking your master, Master Guigu."

"Oh, it seems to be level five cultivation."

"Have you ever heard of a level fifty master?"

Xu Junfang shook his head vigorously.

The old man sneered, "Ignorant fool! Cultivation in this world is divided into nine realms: Foundation Establishment, Inner Vision, Life Formation, Subtlety, Sitting Illumination, Penetrating the Mysterious, Returning to the Origin, Supreme Perfection, and Divine Entry! Each realm has ten levels! Our Zhou clan's young master is a peerless genius who has reached the Great Perfection of the fifth realm, Sitting Illumination!"

Cheng Zongyang's face immediately darkened. He had been terrified when he heard about level fifty, but he hadn't expected it was because the other person's storyline was different from his own. The peak of the fifth level, Sitting Illumination, was quite remarkable for that young master Zhou's age, but he currently had a little fox and Wu Erlang behind him, who weren't much older than him, and in terms of cultivation, which one wouldn't easily surpass him?

The old man said, "Judging from your aura, you've most likely already entered the fifth level of the Sitting Illumination Realm, level forty-two or forty-three?"

Cheng Zongyang humbly replied, "According to you, forty-one, I suppose."

The old man said, "Judging from your age, you're around thirty. You started cultivating at five, and in twenty-five years you broke through to level forty-one, six or seven years faster than the average person. How can you not be a genius?"

If he knew that he had only been cultivating for a little over a year, what kind of expression would he have?

I had talked to Old Man Zhu back in the Southern Wilderness. The so-called cultivation time was roughly an average, the time a typical person with average talent would spend cultivating for two or three hours a day. According to Old Man Zhu, there aren't that many geniuses in the world. It's just a difference between whether you put your heart and soul into it. Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? [Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's genitals, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, close to female physiological structure, for a more realistic experience... rhythmic and irresistible! Click to enter.]

Although the old man was unreliable, I actually took his words to heart. Seeing the old man spouting another argument, Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but say, "Grandpa, I'm considered a genius, so this 'genius' label is really worthless!"

"Ridiculous! Geniuses are everywhere in the world, how can ordinary people possibly know them? Our young master Zhou is a genius among geniuses! A prodigy..."

"Old man! Say 'prodigy' again, and believe me, I'll kill you!"

The old man's face darkened. "How dare you, young master!"

The young master of the Zhou clan stepped forward, blocking Cheng Zongyang's path, then his body trembled, suddenly releasing a domineering aura.

Cheng Zongyang glanced at him, then at Xu Junfang hiding far behind, and asked uncertainly, "What do you mean?"

The young master of the Zhou clan smiled slightly, "You're the first person to stand firm against my overwhelming aura."

Cheng Zongyang almost spat out a mouthful of blood. "Brother, are you kidding me? Did you never actually fight before, just tremble and scare people to death?"

"Clever words!"

The young master of the Zhou clan took a step back and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

The surrounding people quickly dispersed, clearing a space.

"Since my debut, Zhou Fei has always fought opponents stronger than myself,"

the young master of the Zhou clan said proudly, "but I have never been defeated! That's why I was able to create the Great Zhou Clan single-handedly!" Cheng Zongyang

pondered for a moment, "If you're always fighting opponents stronger than yourself, what's the point of setting levels? Is it fun? Oh, right, I forgot about the levels you set yourself, forty-one against forty-two, forty-two against forty-three, that kind of fighting..."

He pondered for a moment, then said with longing, "That sounds exciting."

Zhou Fei stood with his hands behind his back, coldly saying, "If you're ready, then bring it on. I, Zhou Fei, never strike first, but I warn you, once we start, how things end is entirely up to me!"

The faces of the Zhou clan members tensed up, and they whispered, "Young Master, this time we're in trouble."

"The opponent is too strong!"

"I think the chances of defeat are 99%!"

A man clenched his fist, tears welling in his eyes, "The people of the Zhou clan would rather break than bend, even if it means death, we'll fight!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Cheng Zongyang shouted, "We don't know each other, do we? Why are you cheering for me?"

The crowd scoffed in unison, "You frog in a well! Who's cheering for you? We're cheering for our young master! Don't you know that our young master always challenges opponents far above his level, facing situations where defeat is inevitable? We're cheering like this so that if he wins, we'll be surprised! It will make us admire him even more!"

Cheng Zongyang was both amused and exasperated. "This time, my level is lower than his, okay?"

"Don't fight!"

The old man suddenly realized and hurriedly cried out, "Young Master! His level is lower than yours. If you fight, it will ruin your reputation! Fighting someone of a lower level, even if you won't lose, it won't earn you any points! Once this competition gets out, you'll lose at least half your followers! Please think it over, Young Master!"

Zhou Fei, the young master of the Zhou clan, hesitated and stopped. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "I think he's not at level forty-one, but probably at level fifty-one!"

The old man replied, "That's right! I almost got fooled!"

Cheng Zongyang laughed in astonishment, "Well done, Young Master Zhou!" "But then again, I'm a few years younger than you, and my cultivation is higher. Shouldn't my title of genius be changed?"

Zhou Fei said, "Are you thirty-five years old?"

Cheng Zongyang said, "To be honest, I'm really not that old."

Zhou Fei said decisively, "You can't fool me!"

As he spoke, he shouted sharply, "The weapon I use is the Great Overlord Heavenly Dragon King's Great Divine Spear! Be careful!"

Cheng Zongyang felt as if he had been splashed with dog blood. "Are you from Da Ma Han or Da Chen Han? Why are you arguing about the word 'Great'?"

Zhou Fei shouted wildly, "Da Ben Han!"

As he spoke, he drew a five-foot-long spear from behind him and flew straight towards Cheng Zongyang.

The monstrous genius Zhou Shaozhu drew his spear to fight, the cold light of the spear tip was like a shooting star piercing the night, and the stars in the sky paled in comparison to his spear—this was what Zhou Shaozhu and his subordinates said. In fact, Cheng Zongyang didn't even see Zhou Shaozhu's heroic posture with the spear. The moment Young Master Zhou moved, a massive steel monster charged straight at him, slamming him into the air with a loud "whoosh," sending him flying through the sky in a long arc before plunging into the abyss…

Everyone present stared in disbelief, their mouths agape, dumbfounded at the black-shelled, black-armored Nine Heavens Mystic Beast that had suddenly appeared in the arena. The beast's muzzle was held high, the paint still intact where it had collided with the monster, its two strange eyes gleaming brightly, exuding an aura of dominance.

Wu Er jumped out of the car, shouting, "Girl, you hit someone!"

Xiao Zi's delicate face appeared through the car window, but she had already moved from the passenger seat to the driver's seat, her slender hands gripping the steering wheel, which was larger than herself, her expression a half-smile, showing no sign of the nervousness of a novice driver causing an accident.

Xiao Yaoyi leaned against the window, repeatedly asking, "Where did you crash? Where did you crash?"

Xu Junfang trembled, "How could a living person just disappear like that?"

Everyone was stunned for a long time before the old man grabbed his hair and cried out, "This...this...what...what happened? Heaven...heaven!"

Cheng Zongyang hurriedly said, "Car accident! Car accident! Don't panic, it's just a normal car accident! Don't just stand there! Go find Young Master Zhou! There's no way to get insurance for a missing person!"

The Zhou clan members rushed to the edge of the cliff in a panic. Cheng Zongyang quickly jumped into the car, waited for Wu Erlang and Xu Junfang to get on, slammed the car door shut, then shifted gears and stepped on the gas. The car suddenly rushed onto the Bridge of Helplessness.

Cheng Zongyang shoved Xiao Zi aside, shifting gears and accelerating while yelling, "You brat! I was wondering why you weren't saying a word the whole way, turns out you were plotting against it! Damn! How do you even know how to drive?!"

Xiao Zi, hugging Xue Xue, said, "The top disc controls the direction, the two metal plates below, one for going forward, one for stopping, and the lever in the middle adjusts the speed. It's so simple."

"So simple and you still managed to hit someone?"

Xiao Zi smiled and said, "It did it on purpose."

"Wait! You brat, I need to make this clear to you first—this is called a car, a means of transportation, not a weapon! It's not specifically designed to hit people!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true! If it were for hitting people, it would at least have a ram."

Xiao Zi stroked her pink cheek and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Boss Cheng, your idea is really good."

"Hey! I didn't suggest you hit someone..."

Xiao Yaoyi rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let me try!"

"This is the Taiquan Ancient Formation, not a driving school!"

"Wow! Brother Sage, you're prioritizing romance over friendship!"

"You little fox, how come you only just realized that?"

Old Zhu suddenly exclaimed, "Hey! Hey! A fight has broken out!"

A group of people crowded to the car window. "Wow, really!"

The four lanes on the right were empty, but the left side was bustling with noise. Several robots with red and blue lights flashing above their heads emitted a strange sound, then spoke in human language: "Warning! Warning! This bridge is a highway, with a speed limit of 60 kilometers per hour. Animal-drawn vehicles, driving in the wrong direction, and all other violations are strictly prohibited. Violators will be detained for seven to fourteen days!"

"Brothers! Let's go together! Kill these cops!"

"Ignore them! Let's go around them!"

"Unity is strength, division is weakness! Teamwork is the best strategy!"

Amid the fighting, another robot spoke in a cold electronic voice: "Warning! Warning! Immediately cease your attack on the police, or we will take legally prescribed self-defense measures."

Yan San raised his arm and shouted, "Brothers! Follow me!"

Xu Junfang shouted from inside the car, "Look! The bridge guards' hidden weapon!"

Cheng Zongyang rushed over to see, only to see a robot policeman raise his arm, revealing a huge gun under his elbow. Then, with a loud "bang," Yan San screamed and fell to the ground, his entire thigh almost severed by the bullet. The scene was gruesome.

Among that group were also skilled fighters. One of them, wielding a machete, swung wildly in the chaos, knocking away the policeman's gun. A melee ensued.

The opposite lane was in complete disarray, while Cheng Zongyang maintained a speed of over 60 kilometers per hour, crossing the Naihe Bridge without incident.

As the vehicle passed the stone arch at the bridgehead, Xu Junfang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked back, somewhat uncertainly, and said, "We crossed just like that?"

Wu Er said nonchalantly, "Look at you bragging! I thought it was something extraordinary!"

Xu Junfang argued, "If it weren't for Young Master Cheng's ability to wield the Nine Heavens Mystic Beast, how could it have been so easy?" Cheng

Zongyang said, "The speed limit is 60 kilometers per hour, 100 meters in 6 seconds, and you have to run 3,000 meters in one go, all in under three minutes—Old Xu, is it really possible for someone to cross using light-footed skills?"

"Of course!"

Xu Junfang exclaimed, "Look at this one!"

Cheng Zongyang glanced in the rearview mirror and, sure enough, a fiery red figure darted along the bridge railing—it was Zhu Yin, one of the three fairy maidens of the Yaochi Sect.

Cheng Zongyang clicked his tongue twice. "Truly remarkable. There probably weren't many with such lightness skills throughout the entire Six Dynasties, right? Old Zhu, don't tell me you don't know there are other ways to cross this Bridge of Helplessness."

"Yes,"

Old Zhu chuckled. "If you can't cross on the bridge, cross underneath. If your lightness skills aren't up to par, you can use gecko-like skills to swim across from under the bridge." "

...Then you might as well practice lightness skills!"

Cheng Zongyang glanced at Zhu Yin's figure in the rearview mirror, suddenly grinned, and slowed down. Zhu Yin swept past like a gentle breeze, glancing in surprise at the speeding Nine Heavens Mystic Beast as she passed. When she saw there was someone inside, her expression froze.

Seizing the opportunity, Cheng Zongyang swerved sharply, the car almost brushing past Zhu Yin's slender waist. The resulting gust of wind whipped up Zhu Yin's fiery red dress, making her resemble a fiery red rose in the wind.

Zhu Yin dodged, her jade-like face turning deathly pale with shock. Upon seeing the young man's mocking expression inside the carriage, she gripped her sword hilt in fury.

Cheng Zongyang opened the car window, winked and whistled a few times with Xiao Yaoyi, and watching Zhu Yin's pretty face turn from red to green, he suddenly slammed on the gas, the car accelerating wildly, leaving Zhu Yin far behind.

Wu Er said, "Cheng boy, that's not fair. Why are you picking a fight with a woman?"

"It's good I didn't run her over."

After a while, Cheng Zongyang said, "She's from the Yaochi Sect."

Wu Er said, "Cheng boy, do you have a grudge against the Yaochi Sect?"

Cheng Zongyang didn't answer, but asked, "Little fox, is there any news about Mo Fenglin?"

Xiao Yaoyi said, "Fourth Brother went to intercept him once, but that guy surnamed Mo escaped. This time, Eunuch Qin is coming to Taiquan, I wonder if he'll come along."

The scene of Cangfeng Daoist committing suicide due to exhaustion was still vivid in his mind. The six major sects of the Six Dynasties didn't have a good relationship with the Star Moon Lake Camp, with the Yaochi Sect seemingly being the worst. While others might come to the Taiquan Ancient Formation to search for treasure, the Yaochi Sect was definitely there to seek revenge on Yue Niaoren.

Xiao Zi smiled and said, "The Yaochi Sect has some interesting stories. Chief Cheng, would you like to know?"

"Your little servant?"

Xiao Zi nodded.

It seemed she hadn't remembered incorrectly; Jing Li also came from the Yaochi Sect. But Cheng Zongyang had some doubts. Jing Li's aptitude wasn't bad; how could he have become a discarded disciple of the Yaochi Sect?

Xu Junfang, prone to motion sickness, followed Cheng Zongyang's instructions, holding onto the back of his seat and craning his neck to look ahead. Suddenly, he exclaimed, "The Bewitching Bridge! We've arrived at the Bewitching Bridge so quickly!"

Chapter Eight

: "The Bewitching Bridge, with its hundred turns and a thousand bewitches, lives up to its name. If you accidentally step onto it, you'll find it difficult to get off, no matter how many turns you make. Some people have walked on it for over a month, until they died from exhaustion, without finding the exit."

Xu Junfang spoke with seriousness, but Cheng Zongyang was somewhat dismissive—the "bridge" they were talking about was actually the overpass and viaduct he was used to seeing. The strange thing about the bridge having no river underneath was nothing unusual to him. However, upon arriving at the "Bewitching Bridge," Cheng Zongyang couldn't help but feel a chill.

Like the car he was driving, the overpass in front of him was ridiculously large. He could see at least six stories high, more than ten stories high, while the upper parts were shrouded in night, with only some faint lights visible.

Time subtly shifts on each level of the Taiquan Ancient Formation. It's already night, but the streetlights are incredibly comprehensive, countless lights seemingly floating in the air, outlining the crisscrossing network of roads.

Both the roads and the surrounding facilities appear brand new, untouched by the ravages of time. Such a magnificent road, yet only his car is traveling on it. Xu Junfang and the others are unfazed, but Cheng Zongyang has a strange feeling, as if this is just a fleeting dream, and the bustling scene will return in the next instant.

"My master, Master Guigu, has explored the Taiquan Ancient Formation for many years,"

Xu Junfang's words pulled Cheng Zongyang back to reality. "He once said that the Bewitching Bridge is the central hub of the entire Taiquan Ancient Formation, leading to levels five through ten. But even after decades of effort, my master only led me to explore the seventh level."

The preceding levels are suburbs, industrial areas, and green spaces. If Guiguzi is correct, the fourth level should be the city's transportation hub; then levels five through ten must be the residential and commercial areas he's been dreaming of.

"What's on the fifth floor?"

Xu Junfang's spirits lifted. "The fifth floor is the most worthwhile place to go in the Taiquan Ancient Formation. The treasures inside are piled up like mountains! Those houses are all built with huge stones, the walls are seamless, without a single gap, and the houses are filled with countless treasures, one after another like mountains. As long as you can get in, you'll be rich..."

Could it be a storage area? Cheng Zongyang asked doubtfully, "Old Xu, since there are so many treasures, and you've been there before, why didn't you take a few?"

Xu Junfang sighed, "Everyone who can enter the fifth floor of the ancient formation lingers in the treasure mountain, but my master, Master Guigu, is as still as water. Not only did he not take a single thing, but he also wouldn't let me take any."

Cheng Zongyang became interested, "Do you remember the way to the fifth floor?"

Xu Junfang said with a confident expression, "If it were anyone else, they would have lost their way long after crossing the Bewildering Bridge, but I have been here many times with my master. Once you cross the bridge, just go right."

Cheng Zongyang turned his head and said, "Girl?"

Xiao Zi laughed, "Let's go take a look."

"Little fox?"

Xiao Yaoyi snapped open his fan and said leisurely, "How can we leave empty-handed after entering a treasure mountain? Let's go take a look!"

"Old man, what do you say?"

Old Zhu said happily, "Go! Go! Everyone go!"

Wu Er shouted unhappily, "Cheng boy, why don't you ask your second master?"

"Second master, do you want us to go and see if there are any good things to bring back for your clan chief Su Li?"

Wu Er was so happy that snot bubbles came out of his nose, "Hurry up! What are you waiting for!"

After crossing the bridge, Cheng Zongyang felt like he had entered a maze. The main road, the auxiliary road, the side road, going left, going right, going up... the layers of roads were twisted into a knot like a braid, with winding roads all around.

Cheng Zongyang suddenly shouted, "Damn it! Xu the conman! You've really tricked me this time!"

Xu Junfang was completely bewildered. "That's right, just turn right."

Cheng Zongyang said irritably, "The overpass is all right-hand lanes, try finding me a left turn!"

Xu Junfang asked in astonishment, "Is that so?"

"We should go back after turning right all the way,"

Cheng Zongyang said. "Think, are there any signs?"

Xu Junfang frowned and thought for a long time. "There seems to be a talisman, the entrance to the fifth level..."

Cheng Zongyang looked up. Above the road was a row of traffic signs. He didn't recognize any of the words, but he could guess the meaning of the symbols. There were speed limits, no parking, restricted driving... and one with a female figure crossed out, which seemed to indicate no pedestrians.

Xu Junfang suddenly shouted, "That's the entrance to the fifth level over there!"

Cheng Zongyang turned his head and could see a cluster of lights in the distance. The so-called entrance was the checkpoint at the intersection.

But seeing it was one thing; how to get there was another. Staring at the tangled mess of traffic lines, only one thought crossed his mind: This designer is utterly incompetent… But

Xiao Zi said, “This way.”

Cheng Zongyang was taken aback. “You brat, how did you know?”

“Look.”

Cheng Zongyang looked down and saw a small projection next to the dashboard. Previously, he had only thought it was a complex logo and hadn’t paid any attention. Now, looking closely, he realized that the thin white lines were vaguely a model of the overpass in front of him. This 3D map, though realistic, was far too small, completely disproportionate to the massive vehicle. Even he had to lean over to see it clearly—did the original owner of this car, with such a huge body, also possess such sharp eyesight?

Cheng Zongyang drove the car to the sidewalk where it was stopped, pondered for a while, and said with some disappointment, "Even if this is a map, it's useless if we don't know where we are."

"It's right here,"

Xiao Zi pointed to the lower left of the projection, "This purple dot kept moving, but it's stopped now."

Cheng Zongyang tried his best to look, but couldn't see the so-called purple dot. "Where is it?"

Xiao Zi insisted, "Right here."

Cheng Zongyang looked up, "Did you see it?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Cheng Zongyang said, "You brat, are you seeing a ghost?"

Xiao Zi said, "Turn right at the third intersection ahead."

At this moment, none of the people in the car could recognize the direction. If they turned back, they would probably be stopped by the traffic police before they even reached the intersection. If they were detained for ten or eight days for driving against traffic and left with a criminal record, even if they could get out of the Taiquan Ancient Formation alive, they probably wouldn't be able to get back in. They might as well try anything.

Cheng Zongyang, with a sliver of hope, drove forward according to Xiao Zi's directions.

"Walk around the bridge twice, then there's a downhill road."

"Turn right, go uphill, keep going straight."

"Turn right, first intersection."

The intersection seemed to appear and disappear in the distance, and several times the vehicles drove further and further away from the exit, making everyone wonder if they had been given the wrong directions. But a quarter of an hour later, when the vehicles entered the checkpoint, everyone's doubts vanished.

Old Zhu said, "Girl, you just stumbled upon this by sheer luck."

Wu Er was displeased, "What nonsense are you spouting? Second Master said long ago, following Zi-ya is the right thing to do!"

Cheng Zongyang whispered, "Are there really any lights?"

Xiao Zi nodded.

"Purple?"

"That's right."

Cheng Zongyang took a deep breath, "Damn! Ultraviolet dashboard! What kind of car does this thing use! You brat, can you even see infrared light? I was wondering why you're like a demon..."

"Look! Baoshan!"

With Xu Junfang's shout, a majestic mountain appeared in everyone's sight. The mountain's structure was peculiar. Below it was the massive wall Xu Junfang had described, completely seamless—in reality, it was just a cement cylinder over a kilometer in diameter. Countless so-called "treasures" were piled up within, and several white objects could be faintly seen fluttering at the top.

"The treasures here are countless, and those crystal bags alone are extraordinary!"

Xu Junfang exclaimed confidently. "Transparent as crystal, thin as a cicada's wing, impervious to water, and can hold items for months without decaying. However, it is averse to metal and fire. It shatters upon contact with metal and melts upon contact with fire—truly miraculous..."

Cheng Zongyang glanced at the plastic bags fluttering in the wind, then turned the steering wheel and left the so-called treasure mountain.

Wu Erlang shouted, "Why go back! Second Master just needs a crystal bag!"

Cheng Zongyang yelled back, "What's so interesting about a garbage dump? Don't waste time!"

He should have realized this earlier; how could such a large city not have a garbage dump? If he led this group up a garbage mountain to search for treasure, he would lose face big time.

With the steering wheel in Cheng Zongyang's hands, everyone's anxiety was useless. Cheng Zongyang asked, "Old Xu, what's the sixth level?"

Xu Junfang, though also heartbroken that they'd left empty-handed without even getting out of the car, was at least more knowledgeable than Wu Erlang. He replied, "It's a cave."

"What kind of cave?"

"Inside is a bare mountain, full of cave entrances. It's not very deep, about seven or eight zhang (approximately 33-40 meters), and there's not much inside."

"And the seventh level?"

"It's Ruomu."

Xu Junfang honestly replied, "But I've only been there once. Those trees are very tall; Master couldn't climb them alone and asked me to help pass him ropes."

"And the eighth level?"

“I haven’t been there. Master said there’s nothing to see inside, just mud. Master didn’t mention the ninth level, but the entrance to the tenth level is under the bridge,”

Xu Junfang said. “You can walk there, so everyone who enters Taiquan gathers there; it’s more lively than other places. However, the tunnel on the tenth level is longer and more dangerous than the second, so few people dare to go in. They all stop at the tunnel entrance and look around for things. The brave ones go up the Bewitching Bridge to search for treasure elsewhere.”

Xu Junfang paused, then reminded him, “Many of those cursed have entered the tunnel on the tenth level.”

Cheng Zongyang thought for a moment, then said, “You brat, see where the exit to the bottom of the bridge is.”…

The vehicle silently drove into the woods. Cheng Zongyang leaned over to look at the dashboard, which was covered with various symbols, but he couldn't tell which one indicated the fuel level. Logically, the most important indicator for any vehicle should be the fuel gauge; the complete absence of such a mark suggested the car didn't even need to display fuel or battery levels.

Xu Junfang said, "It's still over a mile to the entrance. If we ride the Nine Heavens Mystic Beast, we might scare people. We should stop here and walk."

Wu Er, still lounging in the car, said, "It'll be so impressive driving there! When Second Master shows his face, he'll definitely scare all those bastards."

Old Zhu said, "Second, listen to your master, get up and walk a few steps. You've been lying in the car the whole way; you'll get sick from laziness sooner or later."

"That's a rich man's disease! You can't even have what you want,"

Wu Er said sullenly as he got out of the car, feigning anger as he slipped away without taking a single piece of luggage.

The entire Taiquan Ancient Formation was covered by trees. A clearing in the woods had already gathered a crowd, but everyone carefully avoided the path in the middle.

Around the campfire, a shirtless man was talking animatedly, “…We just came in and ran into a Nine Heavens Mystic Beast! Alive! Old Ma was slow and almost got eaten!”

Old Ma took a swig of strong liquor. “That thing can swallow fire! It swallowed my torch whole, without even spitting out smoke!”

A gentle voice asked, “How did you get in?”

Old Ma smiled obsequiously, “We’re all weak fighters, and we originally wanted to turn back. But the Left Protector is here, so we had to bite the bullet and try. We were lucky; we arrived just as the Bridge of Helplessness was in chaos, otherwise we wouldn’t have been able to get in.”

Suddenly someone exclaimed, “Hey? Isn’t that Master Wu the Second?” Just as Wu

Erlang was about to slip away, a man stood up from the crowd. Tie Zhongbao shouted, "Second Master! Second Master! Over here! It's me! Old Tie!"

Even with his thick skin, Wu Erlang couldn't pretend he hadn't heard. He turned away, wiped his face, and then walked over with an air of superiority, clasping his hands in greeting, "So it's Brother Tie! Good! Good! Good!"

Tie Zhongbao said happily, "I was looking for Second Master outside, but I didn't expect Second Master to come in first! Look who this is!"

Wu Erlang looked into the crowd and didn't bump into anyone he recognized, but there was a woman in the middle, in her early twenties, wearing an orange-yellow shirt with a colorful ribbon wrapped around her arm, and quite beautiful.

Wu Erlang raised a thick eyebrow and said with a mixture of surprise and delight, "Left Protector?"

Xiao Yaoyi chuckled to himself. No wonder the men from the Iron Horse Hall had such strange expressions when Wu Erlang boasted about his relationship with the Left Protector of the Danxia Sect. It turned out the Left Protector was a woman. With Wu Er's big mouth making such a fuss, the Left Protector must have been the subject of countless whispers and gossip behind his back.

Zuo Tongzhi looked at him suspiciously. "And who is this?"

Wu Er said warmly, "Last month in Chang'an, I heard from Wang Laoqi that Fairy Zuo was coming to Taiquan Ancient Formation, so I came without hesitation! Wu Er! Wu Erlang!"

Zuo Tongzhi raised her eyebrows slightly. "Wu Erlang of the Baiwu Clan?"

"That's right! I was afraid of delaying the journey, so I rushed as fast as I could, but I ended up arriving before Protector Zuo. If it weren't for Lao Tie, I would have missed him."

Tie Zhongbao said from the side, "Second Master is a righteous man!"

Zuo Tongzhi looked at Wu Er with a half-smile, then clasped her hands and said, "Thank you, Brother Wu."

Wu Er pounded his chest loudly. "Do we need to say anything about our friendship? Once we enter Taiquan Ancient Formation, we're all one family! Heroes of the Jianghu are of one mind! At home, we rely on our parents; when we're out, we rely on our friends! This time, we'll share the good times and the bad!"

Wu Erlang's words were powerful and resonated with the thoughts of the Liangzhou Alliance heroes. The men around cheered loudly.

Cheng Zongyang wanted to laugh but dared not, watching the commotion with a blank expression. Xiao Yaoyi revealed an innocent smile and said to Wu Er, "Second Brother, is this the Sister Zuo you always talk about? Wow, she looks like a fairy."

Zuo Tongzhi laughed heartily, feigning anger, "Wu Er, what nonsense are you gossiping about behind my back again?"

Wu Er said in a simple and honest voice, "Don't listen to this little brat's nonsense. Come, come, let me introduce some friends to everyone. This is Old Cheng, whose swordsmanship is renowned throughout three dynasties! This is Little Xiao, the young master of the Panjiang Xiao family! His seven older brothers are known as the Eight Tigers! This is Old Zhu..." "Pah, you carriage driver, ignore him. This Miss Zi is a master of the Panjiang School. Let me tell you, don't mess with anyone, not even our little miss. This Mr. Xu is a local master from Canglan! I'm not exaggerating, his kung fu is beyond your reach."

The crowd burst into laughter, then Wu Er, acting like a second host, introduced, "Old Tie is an old acquaintance, the deputy head of the Iron Horse Hall! His external martial arts are no weaker than Second Master's!"

Tie Zhongbao, beaming, quickly cupped his hands, "I don't deserve it! I don't deserve it!"

"This is the Left Protector, a Protector Elder of the Danxia Sect! Our Liangzhou Alliance relies entirely on Fairy Zuo, a truly remarkable heroine! Now that we've met, let's make it a point to get to know each other!"

Everyone bowed and said, "We've heard so much about you!"

Seeing the atmosphere getting lively, Wu Erlang slipped behind a tree when no one was looking, unbuttoned his shirt, and fanned himself. "Look at all this sweat."

Cheng Zongyang said, "Second Master, you're so thick-skinned, yet you're still sweating. That's quite a sight."

Wu Erlang peeked out and whispered, "Old Cheng, does this little fox have some kind of crush on the Left Protector? He's so happy about it on our first meeting?"

"What are you thinking? It's all because of Yue Niaoren's meddling. Little fox is trying to trick us into revealing information."

Old Zhu came over carrying a piece of mutton. Seeing the two men behind the tree, he quickly tried to slip away, but Cheng Zongyang grabbed him. "You brought us meat, right? Just leave it here."

Old Zhu hugged the mutton tightly, saying, "This little bit of meat isn't enough for you..."

Cheng Zongyang snatched it away. "Enough for me. Get Second Master a bigger one too."

Old Zhu jumped up and down, saying, "You're shameless, little Cheng!"

"It's been a while since I heard you scold me. I've actually missed it."

Xiao Yaoyi also came over at this moment. "There's mutton? Give me a bite!"

Cheng Zongyang asked in surprise, "We're all out here. Who are they talking to so excitedly?"

"Old Xu is here. Don't worry, his mouth is worth seventeen or eighteen of ours, and he'd have plenty to spare."

Xiao Yaoyi tore off a piece of mutton. "One good news, one bad news. Which do you want to hear?"

"The good news first." "

The Liangzhou Alliance isn't here to seek revenge on General Yue."

"And the bad news?"

"They're here looking for the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit,"

Xiao Yaoyi said. "The sect leader of the Danxia Sect was injured while cultivating and needs the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit to heal him."

"You even found out about such a secret?"

"Well, I just got a god-sister,"

Xiao Yaoyi said. "I noticed she couldn't say certain things in front of everyone, only vaguely mentioning that the sect leader had a mishap while cultivating. I think he was probably injured. By the way, the Left Protector invited us to come along, Chief Cheng, what do you think?"

Cheng Zongyang thought for a moment, "Since they're not Yue Shuai's enemies, let's go together. More people means more support. If we find the Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit, we can share one with them if we have two. It wouldn't be right to eat their mutton for nothing."

"If there's only one Crimson Sun Sacred Fruit, then we've eaten our mutton for nothing!"

"That's a favor you owe the Liangzhou Alliance. Remember to pay it back later."

Xiao Yaoyi sighed and sat down against a large tree. "Why didn't I sense anything?"

"What kind of feeling?"

Xiao Yaoyi asked. "If Commander Yue is in the Taiquan Ancient Formation, I'm sure I can find him."

Old Zhu chewed on his mutton and mumbled, "He's probably scared off by the Black Lion Dog and doesn't dare to come out, haha!"

Cheng Zongyang said, "Old man, you know about the Black Lion Dog too?"

"Look at what you're saying!"

Old Zhu rolled his eyes. "That dog was originally mine."

Cheng Zongyang remembered Yue Pengju's trip to the Southern Wilderness. "You didn't do the biting of Yue the Birdman, did you?"

Old Zhu huffed, "Who told that bastard to be so blind?"

"I understand now. Was it Yue Niaoren who harassed Ye Ao, and you, old man, let your dog bite Yue Niaoren—" Cheng Zongyang said, "In the end, you didn't get your revenge, and even your dog got caught. Oh dear, how can you even tell people about something so shameful?"

Old Zhu's face turned red, and he stiffened his neck, saying, "How is it shameful? How is it shameful?"

Just then, a sweet laugh came from outside the tree, "What are you saying? It's so lively."

Zuo Tongzhi came over with a bright smile, holding a colorful ribbon on her arm in one hand and a wine flask in the other, saying, "Old Wu was hiding here. You can hide from people, but you can't hide from wine. Come and try our strong liquor from Liangzhou!" Wu Erlang

didn't hesitate, took the flask, and took a big gulp, "Good wine!"

"Little brother Xiao, have a sip too!"

Xiao Yaoyi jumped up. "How can I not drink the wine given by Sister Zuo? Second brother! Don't stop me!"

Wu Erlang snatched the sheepskin wine pouch, his face fierce. "What's with all this drinking at such a young age? Wait until you're a few years older!"

Then he looked up and said, "Protector Zuo, my brother is young, and his family told him he can't drink. I'll drink this for him!"

Zuo Tongzhi watched Wu Erlang drink heartily, never imagining that the handsome young man was actually avoiding alcohol.

Cheng Zongyang walked to the edge of the forest and saw Xiao Zi sitting alone on the side, holding Xue Xue. He squatted down. "Girl, can you really see ultraviolet rays?"

"What ultraviolet rays? I don't know anything about them."

He couldn't even explain something he couldn't see himself. It is said that fish and some animals can see a spectrum that humans cannot perceive. Xiao Zi is from the Biling tribe, so perhaps she has the same vision. But was the original owner of this vehicle a beastman or a fishman?

Xiao Zi teased Xue Xue, smiling as she said, "Boss Cheng, your little melon is here too."...

In the dim woods, two slender figures passed each other. Zhu Yin's body dipped slightly, his toes barely touching the branches for leverage, then he leaped up, landing on a branch. With a "clang," he sheathed his sword.

"Crane Feather Sword Maiden, truly living up to her reputation."

Under the moonlight, a beautiful face was revealed. Pan Jinlian, dressed in white, had an expressionless face like an ice sculpture. However, her beautiful eyes were bright and watery, and the slightly upturned corners of her eyes carried a natural flirtatious charm, softening most of her icy demeanor.

On the other side, a young girl sat cross-legged, her long sword resting on her knees. Her back was ramrod straight, and she tried to appear serious, but her bright, beautiful eyes kept darting around, her heart seemingly already elsewhere.

Pan Jinlian said calmly, "You flatter me."

Zhu Yin hesitated for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Is your trip also for that person, Fairy?"

Pan Jinlian's red lips moved slightly, "My junior sister and I are only here to gather herbs. Other matters have nothing to do with my Bright Temple."

Zhu Yin chuckled, "Bright Temple wants to distance itself, but how can it really? Whether that person is dead or alive, once the truth comes out, Bright Temple will finally be able to breathe a sigh of relief."

"We have nothing to say about matters of our sect."

Pan Jinlian turned and left, saying to Le Mingzhu, "I'm leaving."

Le Mingzhu jumped up like a rabbit, "There's someone grilling meat over there, it smells so good!"

Pan Jinlian handed her a basket, "If you're hungry, eat first."

Le Mingzhu said with a bitter face, "I don't want to eat fruit..."

Pan Jinlian angrily tapped her on the head, "You've already abstained from grains, why are you still thinking about food all day?"

Le Mingzhu whispered, "Master said that even if you abstain from grains, you can still eat some dried fruit, candied fruit, melon seeds, and meat..."

Pan Jinlian said seriously, "I'm warning you again: once you enter the Taiquan Ancient Formation, you can't eat anything except what you brought yourself."

Le Mingzhu swallowed, saying listlessly, "I remember."

Then she raised her face and asked curiously, "Senior Sister Pan, why did you lie to her and say we weren't looking for that person?"

Pan Jinlian almost fell off the tree, "Who told you we were looking for someone surnamed Yue?"

“Master said so.”

Pan Jinlian rubbed her forehead, her head aching. “Why does Uncle Yan tell you everything?”

“Oh, so you’re hiding something from me.”

“Shut up!”

Seeing Le Mingzhu’s drooping face, Pan Jinlian sighed helplessly. “This time, finding the Yue man at Taiquan Ancient Formation is secondary; the important thing is to find Uncle Yan.”

Le Mingzhu said in surprise, “Uncle Yan? She’s here too?”

“I don’t know.”

Pan Jinlian said softly, “But she disappeared with the Yue man that day. If we can find the Yue man, we can most likely find her.”

“Senior Sister Pan, where are we going? There are so many people over there.”

Pan Jinlian frowned slightly. “I’m impatient to deal with them; let’s avoid them.”…

Cheng Zongyang’s heart skipped a beat. “Really? Where?”

“It’s said that two people came to Guangming Temple: a stunning beauty with eyes like peach blossoms, and a pretty girl with big eyes and a high bust. Can you guess who they are?”

Cheng Zongyang felt a surge of heat, wishing he could pull the little melon into his arms and cherish her.

"They're probably here to find Yue Niaoren too, this is going to be lively!"

Suddenly someone shouted, "A monster! The guardian monster!"

A roar came from the forest, and a huge monster charged out. It was half a head taller than Wu Erlang, its black fur standing on end. It wore a thin leather armor that looked soft, but the crossbow bolts and hidden weapons fired by the group were deflected off it, proving it was an incredibly tough piece of armor.

Immediately someone shouted, "Our Luo Gang saw it first! This armor belongs to our Luo Gang!"

"Try to get it first! This beast is tough!"

The monster's outline resembled a black bear, but its massive body had a disproportionately small head. With a roar, it swung an axe handle, and the moment it raised it above its head, the handle flashed with light, condensing into a three-foot-long axe wheel, which it then brought down wildly.

A man had finally crossed the Naihe Bridge and arrived deep into the ancient formation, only to encounter the guardian monster of the Taiquan Ancient Formation first. He raised his short spear, forged from fine iron, and with a mighty clink, the axe wheel cleaved the spear shaft, severing half his head.

At this, the heroes of the Luo Gang forgot their commotion and scattered in terror.

The demonic beast let out a bloodthirsty howl and pounced on the crowd like a whirlwind. The heroes, who had been so animated just moments before, fled in a frenzy, revealing a group of men on the side of the forest.

The group of people, with their grotesquely shaved heads and sheepskins draped diagonally across their bodies, revealing their muscular shoulders, were the same group of Hu people they had encountered outside the battle lines. They had been staying at the edge of the trees, keeping to themselves, but now that the group had dispersed, they became the first targets of the demonic beast. At this moment, they sat or lay in the forest like nomadic hunters, but at the moment of danger, almost all of them immediately drew their weapons, ready for battle.

The veiled woman sat in the center, holding a silver goblet of wine in one hand, her beautiful eyes coldly watching the charging beast, filled with an unassailable aura of authority.

Beside her sat an elderly Hu man who raised a wooden staff and thrust it into the ground. The ground beneath the beast suddenly split open, burying half of its massive body.

A sharp whistling sound rang out, followed by more than ten arrows flying out simultaneously, striking the beast precisely in the eyes, mouth, and throat, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The beast's howl was abruptly cut off by a sharp blade, and the forest fell silent. Many had initially been hostile to these barbarians, but they hadn't expected them to be so fierce, killing the beast in the blink of an eye.

The barbarians were incredibly bold; several of them immediately stepped forward, dragging the beast from the ground with short knives in their teeth, stripping off its leather armor, and presenting it to the elderly barbarian. The old man examined it briefly, then offered it to the young woman with both hands. The girl took it, curiously touching the leather, then said, "Uncle Wu Hu, this leather armor should be yours." Wu Hu's aged voice replied, "If the tribe's shamans also need armor, the tribe will be in danger."

"Then it belongs to Bayegu,"

said the warrior who had first fired the whistling arrow. "This leather armor is too big; I only need half."

The girl said, "Half is too small; it can't be made into a full suit of armor."

Bayegu said, "If the warriors charging for the tribe also need back armor, the tribe will be in danger."

"Then we'll keep half as a gift to the Eternal Heaven."

The beast's giant axe was also taken as spoils of war by the Hu people. Although the surrounding men were envious, they were intimidated by the strength the other side had displayed, and for a moment, no one dared to raise a voice to compete for it.

Just then, a muffled sound came from afar, even causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

Xu Junfang's expression changed drastically. "It's a horde of beasts! Run!"

Cheng Zongyang grabbed him. "Where did this horde of beasts come from?" "

Every so often, hordes of beasts appear at the Taiquan Ancient Formation. Once surrounded, no matter how high your martial arts are, you'll have a hard time escaping—" Xu Junfang said, his hands trembling slightly, "Among those hordes are flying bird demons!"

Xu Junfang's words made the men around him who were about to climb trees to hide change their minds. The noise behind them grew closer and closer. Xu Junfang shouted, "We can't escape! Get into the tunnel!"

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