Chương 218: Members of the Heavenly Ghost Sect

The Black Market. Not far away on a desolate mountain, Nine Nethers led several people to regroup with nearly ten of his subordinates. All of them secretly hid behind the rocks, patiently waiting for their prey to appear.

"Blood-Robed, you aren't afraid they will lose our trail?"

"Hehe, Brother Nine Nethers, rest assured. I have already secretly tampered with them. Even if they grew wings, they wouldn't escape the palms of our hands." Seeing Old Blood guarantee it with such certainty, Nine Nethers also felt somewhat relieved.

"That's good then. There's no mistake about their identities, right? Don't go stirring up a bunch of trouble for no reason when the time comes; I won't let you off either."

"Hehe, you worry too much. How could I mistake the auras of my former good fellow sect brothers? Hehe, it must have been hard on them, chasing me for so long during this period. This time, I must let them have a really good rest." The Blood-Robed Venerable's eyes shot out a ray of cruelty as he laughed coldly and gloomily. Listening to these two talk, Old Master Song finally understood the ins and outs of today's situation.

It turned out that Old Blood's whereabouts had been exposed, and the Heavenly Ghost Sect had immediately dispatched a squad of martial artists led by two First-Tier experts to Yangnan to hunt him down. It seemed Old Blood had committed no small crime in his old sect; it wasn't simply murdering fellow disciples like the rumors said. Otherwise, the Heavenly Ghost Sect wouldn't necessarily have made such a massive fuss.

"I knew it early on. Hearing the news of the Soul-Nourishing Wood, how could these people sit still? Hehe, killing two birds with one stone this time is truly a wonderful thing." Thinking of his meticulous calculations, crushing his enemies with a raise of his hand, Blood-Robed couldn't help but feel smug, continuing to ramble on endlessly. Beside him, Nine Nethers's complexion wasn't looking too good right now.

He grumbled resentfully:"After this is done, besides the promised reward, you need to pay me an additional 50, 000 taels of silver. This Venerable has taken a huge loss this time. To think a broken piece of wood is actually worth over 100, 000 taels! You didn't mention it was worth that much before."

"Brother Nine Nethers, this item is only useful for people like us. To you all, it's no different from a regular piece of wood. We already discussed this clearly beforehand; don't tell me you are planning to go back on your word now?" Blood-Robed's face darkened in anger.

"Hmph, you can't say I'm going back on my word. But regardless, the fact remains that the Heavenly Ghost Sect bought this thing for 110, 000 taels. That amount of money is more than enough to buy you a few pills; I can't be working for nothing." These two guys were actually starting to bicker over the division of the spoils at the critical moment, leaving Old Master Song utterly speechless. Damn it, counting your chickens before they hatch! Who knows if the plan will even succeed smoothly?

Naturally, he had no reason to intervene. On the contrary, he was happy to sit there and watch the farce with a casual attitude. Robbing was fine either way; the targets were also demonic cultists, so there was no need to feel guilty about striking them down. If they didn't do it, that was even better—one less crime committed. Unfortunately, those two old demons also knew what was important. After squabbling for a while, Little Blood ultimately had to compensate Brother Nine with another 30, 000 taels.

At this moment, Blood-Robed glared hatefully into the distance. After concentrating and sensing for a moment, he gritted his teeth and shouted:"They are here!" The group immediately put on solemn expressions, gripping their weapons tightly as they looked toward Blood-Robed and Nine Nethers to see how they would arrange the formation...... On the mountain path. Four figures were rapidly sprinting. Laughter occasionally echoed in the air; it wasn't hard to tell that these gentlemen were in a very good mood.

"Haha, Senior Brother Yao, I originally thought this was a bitter errand. I didn't expect this trip to be the right choice! Having this Soul-Nourishing Wood is enough for us brothers to make a huge leap forward. Moreover, we can make dozens of Soul Tokens out of it. If those old geezers back home find out about this, they will probably go crazy with envy!" Ling Zhi, one of the Heavenly Ghost Sect Elders, laughed joyously. Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.

Beside him, Elder Yao Lie, who was equally executing movement techniques to hurry along, was currently hugging a black piece of wood as thick as a human thigh. He couldn't help but smile as well.

"Haha, our luck is simply too good. Who would have expected to encounter such a treasure on this outing? It's only because the people here don't understand cultivation that we got such a massive bargain. If we brought this back to Shanxi Circuit, a block of Soul-Nourishing Wood this large would be worth more than double the price!"

"Haha, it's all thanks to the good fortune of the two elders. By a stroke of luck, we might even accidentally catch that traitor Xu Di on our way back. If that happens, returning to the sect will make us famous!" The two attendants following Yao and Ling chimed in with flattery.

"Hahaha, well said! If that really happens, this old man will not be stingy with rewarding you two!" The four of them laughed aloud in delight. Suddenly, at this moment, a faint, eerie voice rang out:"Senior Brother Yao, Senior Brother Ling, there is no need to wish for it. Junior Brother has always been waiting here." The four of them shivered in unison, looking at Blood-Robed, Song Que, and the others who had abruptly run out to block their path in front.

While they were still flustered and confused, Nine Nethers had successfully cut off their retreat from behind, bringing a group of subordinates to surround the Heavenly Ghost Sect friends so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through. The big-mouthed attendant behind Yao Lie and the other elder turned pale, unable to stop himself from swallowing a huge gulp of saliva. Everything was going extremely smoothly.

Blood-Robed then slowly stepped forward and spoke teasingly:"Making the two senior brothers chase me for months without giving up, Junior Brother feels extremely guilty. Tonight, how about I send everyone off to get a good rest? As for the Soul-Nourishing Wood, let Junior Brother safeguard it for you. I will definitely cherish it in Senior Brother's place... Ke ke ke..."

"Xu Di, you traitor! You actually dare to show yourself before us!" Looking at the enemy's formation, Yao Lie's group of four was also extremely panicked at this moment. Gripping the Soul-Nourishing Wood tightly, they backed up close to each other and shouted in a deep voice.

"Hehe, for my senior brothers who have traveled a long way to find me, how could Junior Brother dare not to show up? How is it, Senior Brother Yao, are you happy?" Seeing these guys rambling on and on, Nine Nethers couldn't hold back and shouted:"Blood-Robed, get to work quickly. Long delays breed complications." Old Blood had been chased like a stray dog for years, always hiding and running.

He originally wanted to vent his frustrations for a bit, but hearing Old Nine speak, he could only sigh regretfully:"I originally wanted to catch up on old times with you two for a moment, but since Brother Nine Nethers doesn't like it, then it's a pity. Attack!" The opposing side also had two First-Tier experts; it was just that their side had a few more lackeys, numbering nearly fifteen. Yao Lie didn't feel like he had no chance. Pushing his cultivation power to the limit, he roared:"Charge with me!"

A massive battle broke out instantly. On this side, the Blood Demon group's fifteen men besieged the Heavenly Ghost Sect's four. Master Song also happily rolled up his sleeves and charged into the gang fight. Using numbers to bully the few—that was Old Master Song's absolute favorite!..... Because he was fixated on the Soul-Nourishing Wood, even knowing Yao Lie was the tougher nut to crack, Blood-Robed still marched forward without hesitation, leading Song Que and the others to attack him.

Right then, the red and black light on his body flared up brightly. His entire person turned into an afterimage, appearing above Yao Lie. His right hand, glowing crimson like blood, turned into a chilling claw and slashed downwards. Yao Lie did not dare to be slow. His entire body erupted with eerie black mist, and the sudden, piercing sound of weeping ghosts and howling spirits rang out in the night. His hand similarly curled into a claw, reaching up to block the strike.

"Bang!"

"Ke ke, Senior Brother Yao's Nine Yin Claw is as magnificent as ever. Unfortunately, if you have no other backup plans today, then you can just die here." Equally forced back three steps, Blood-Robed wasn't surprised at all. He just smiled coldly and spoke.

"Impermanence, attack! Burn your blood qi, risk your life for me!" A person under someone else's roof had no choice but to bow their head. Seeing Old Blood's clear advantage, he wasn't going to give Master Song a chance to fish in troubled waters. Therefore, he held nothing back; the sword in his hand shot out at extreme speed like a cold, venomous snake. The subordinates understood self-preservation perfectly.

Seeing the ghostly qi overflowing to the heavens around those two big bosses, with wandering souls and wild ghosts faintly drifting about, they immediately stayed far away. Those people went to tangle with the remaining Heavenly Ghost Sect members in a gang fight, leaving this area exclusively for the three of them. This was an agreement made with Nine Nethers, so Blood-Robed had no objections. Pushing his cultivation to the absolute limit, he continuously unleashed killer moves.

Fighting one against two, while still holding a block of Soul-Nourishing Wood as thick as a thigh in his hands, Yao Lie's movements were severely restricted. He was beaten into a miserably wretched state by the two of them. Just a slight lapse in concentration earlier had caused him to take a claw strike from Old Blood. The injury wasn't severe, but it was enough to leave several long bloody gashes on his arm, making him suck in a breath of cold air.

"Ke ke, Senior Brother Yao, oh Senior Brother Yao. Thinking back to those days when you endlessly mocked and humiliated me for my poor aptitude... what about now?

"The feeling of being suppressed and beaten by me, this piece of trash, isn't pleasant, is it? Don't worry, very soon I will let you reunite with that dog, Gongsun Tai." As Blood-Robed fought, his mouth couldn't stop rambling endlessly. This didn't just annoy Yao Lie, but even Master Song felt incredibly irritated in his heart.

This guy's breathy, wheezing voice was already terrible enough; now paired with that bizarre cackling, Song Que genuinely wanted to switch sides on the spot and cut off this bastard's tongue! It was too much torture! Yao Lie was equally uncomfortable. He opened his mouth and cursed loudly:"Xu Di, Peak Master Gongsun will definitely not let you off!"

"Ke ke, there will come a day when I personally suck that old dog dry." Mentioning matters of the past seemed to touch upon Old Blood's true fury. His hands attacked Yao Lie even more desperately and ferociously, as if completely disregarding mutual destruction. Adding on Song Que roaming around the edges like a venomous snake, constantly looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal sword strike, Yao Lie was beginning to be forced into a dead end.

His two opponents possessed equally astonishing movement techniques. After several attempts to find an opportunity to escape failed, Old Yao decided to risk his life.

"You forced me!"