Wangquan Sheng spat out another mouthful of blood, feeling the spiritual energy throughout his body draining faster. He immediately turned his head toward the entrance of the Inner Hall.
“Are you still not coming out, Fellow Daoist Yin? I don't care what you want; I can help you, but I must leave this tomb safely!”
He had left a spiritual sensing mark in the trap before the pond. Once the traps were entirely breached, he would know. The same applied to the disciples in the Outer Hall; he never felt comfortable leaving potential threats behind him, so he had taken precautions. He knew clearly that Wen Li and the others had been watching the show at the entrance for at least fifteen minutes.
If not for Wangquan Wuho, that ticking time bomb, he wouldn't have actively sought cooperation with her again. This person was far too bizarre and nonsensical. Since she dared to follow them here, it meant she must have a trump card.
As soon as those words were spoken, the others in the Inner Hall were shocked. There was someone else?
Who could it be that a cultivator at the Early-Stage Nascent Soul would be so wary of? Could it be someone at the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul? If so, could they stand against Wangquan Qihuan? If they could, were they saved?!
Under everyone’s expectant gazes, a figure emerged from the entrance—no, it was several figures emerging one after another.
Leading them was Wen Li, dressed in a pale green robe, and Zongzheng Huangyue, dressed in black and gold.
Wen Li spoke flatly, “So many people. It’s quite lively here.”
“...” Everyone except Wangquan Sheng was stunned when they realized her cultivation level.
How could she only be at the Foundation Establishment Great Perfection? Was she playing with them? They were expecting a Nascent Soul Old Monster!
Was that Mo Qiming insane? All of them, Golden Core cultivators, had been captured to serve as fuel for the array. What use was a Foundation Establishment cultivator?!
“Cooperation is fine. I’ll guarantee you live, but...” Whether she guaranteed it or not was one thing, but the Heavenly Dao guaranteed he would live regardless.
Wen Li stroked the fluffy black fur ball in her arms with one hand while holding her longsword, Hold On, in the other as a precaution. Her face was cold and indifferent. She wasn’t surprised at all that Wangquan Sheng knew of her presence; after all, from the moment she broke the first trap at the pond, she had known about the sensing talisman he had set.
Of course, she had touched it on purpose. Otherwise, she had ten thousand ways to ensure he never noticed her.
Seeing Wangquan Sheng being beaten until he spat blood and finally realizing that cooperating with her was his only way out, Wen Li’s lips curled slightly. “I want the Moon Soul Arrow.”
She ignored the contemptuous looks of those around her and looked only at Wangquan Sheng.
Wen Li wasn’t surprised at all by Wangquan Qihuan’s attempt to resurrect Wangquan Wuho. She had guessed it from the moment she stood on the city wall and saw the thousands of skeletons desperately rushing into the city, even at the cost of being burned by the Ghost Gate’s ghost fires. Their heaven-shaking hatred looked as if they wanted to tear their enemy to shreds.
Those ghost fires had been at the gate since they arrived, and the Moon Soul Arrow had been here for six hundred years. The skeletons’ fear of the ghost fires wasn't a recent development; if they had wanted to destroy the Moon Soul Arrow, they wouldn't have waited until now. During her second visit to the wall, the skeletons had suddenly rioted. The only thing that could make them disregard the ghost fires and rush in today had to be an existence they hated even more than the Moon Soul Arrow.
Therefore, what those skeletons wanted to destroy wasn't the Moon Soul Arrow, but its master—Wangquan Wuho.
Since he had been dead for six hundred years and suddenly a descendant had come to take the Moon Soul Arrow, the only way for him to return was through possession.
Furthermore, the fact that Wangquan Gusui had only brought Golden Core cultivators was suspicious. No matter how damaged a magical artifact crafted by a Peak Nascent Soul cultivator was, how could anyone be so overconfident as to think they could take it with just Golden Core cultivators? Thus, the person who issued the token, Wangquan Qihuan, never intended to get the Moon Soul Arrow in the first place.
Hearing her request, Wangquan Sheng’s eyes flickered with understanding. He had guessed correctly; this person hadn't come for some funerary treasure but indeed for the Moon Soul Arrow in the Inner Hall.
“Fine, we have a deal.” At this moment, he didn't care about the Moon Soul Arrow anymore; he only wanted to leave alive.
Wen Li looked toward Zongzheng Huangyue.
“Your elders are all trapped in the array. Aren't you going to rescue them?”
A single flat sentence from Zongzheng Huangyue made it impossible for the disciples who had followed her to resist. They were scared to death—this was a battlefield for Nascent Soul cultivators, after all—but since she held all their Soul Blood, they could only grit their teeth and charge with their magical artifacts.
Gong Xu was terrified to his core, but he put on a brave front. “Charge!!!”
While Wangquan Qihuan was being occupied by Wangquan Sheng, the twenty Foundation Establishment disciples rushed toward the array.
Meanwhile, the seven people within the array were gradually recovering their spiritual energy and stopping the flow into the array under Yuepo's guidance.
Yuepo, who was more than happy to watch the chaos, immediately returned to the Moon Soul Arrow. She transformed into a bow and arrow, shooting toward Wangquan Qihuan. “You old scoundrel!”
Seeing the Grand Possession Array loosening, Wangquan Qihuan’s expression darkened. “How dare you!”
With a sharp shout, he waved his hand and struck out at the Foundation Establishment disciples. The powerful force instantly surged through the air. The disciples’ pupils shrank; it looked like they were about to be killed by a casual strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Whoosh!
A sudden arrow of eerie blue flames instantly blocked Wangquan Qihuan’s attack, saving the Foundation Establishment disciples. Having survived, the disciples immediately looked at Yuepo with grateful expressions.
“Thank you, Senior!”
They continued their non-stop charge toward the Grand Possession Array, but as they drew close, they were blocked by the array’s defense barrier. They could only attack it continuously.
The Inner Hall had turned into a complete mess, with all sorts of combat techniques clashing in a dazzling display.
“Yuepo, do you really intend to betray your master?!” Wangquan Qihuan’s eyes darkened as he glared at the artifact soul.
Yuepo let out a mocking sneer. “Wait until you actually succeed in helping Wangquan Wuho possess a body. Until he lives, what kind of master are you? A mere Mid-Stage Nascent Soul like you doesn't deserve it.”
She suddenly burst into wild laughter. “Let me guess. Is it because you, this Imperial Prince, never reached the strength or status that Wangquan Wuho once held? The Beiqiong royal family no longer values you, so you discarded your own son to use Wangquan Wuho to restore the glory of your lineage?”
Having his intentions exposed, Wangquan Qihuan’s eyes turned cold. “Shut up.”
He formed hand seals, wanting to continue dealing with Yuepo.
Unexpectedly, Wangquan Sheng, having recovered some strength after taking a pill, stepped forward again to block him.
As for Wen Li, she held Hua Cishu and used the many Foundation Establishment disciples as human shields while heading toward the Grand Possession Array. Her gaze, however, swept past the array and landed on the sarcophagus at the very center.
“I’ll go destroy the Grand Possession Array. You go for the Moon Soul Arrow. Remember what I told you.”
“Be careful, Master,” Zongzheng Huangyue nodded solemnly.
She could do without the Moon Soul Arrow, but she couldn't let her master fall into a death trap for her sake.
Hua Cishu bared his teeth, absolutely hating his current form without any cultivation. He felt like jumping over and biting that Wangquan Qihuan to death; otherwise, Zongzheng Huangyue would steal all the spotlight, and his master would surely think he was useless.
Before he could think further, Wen Li spoke. “Hold on tight. Don't fall off.”
Wen Li reached out, picked him up, and placed him on her shoulder. Her left hand flipped to form a seal while her right hand, holding the longsword Hold On, suddenly stabbed downward into the edge of the Grand Possession Array. Spiritual energy instantly surged from the sword in her palm into the ground. Her bangs fluttered, and her eyes were cold and sharp.
Boom!!!
The array instantly began to shake.
Everyone instinctively turned to look in her direction.
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