Wen Li suddenly felt a chill down her spine. She turned around to look.
“Ugh, get away from me!”
Why was the Chosen of the Heavenly Dao flying toward her? Was he going to break their agreement and kill her? Right now, he had borrowed the power of the old man in the bone ring and was at the Early-Stage Nascent Soul. She really couldn't beat him.
Wen Li didn't even think about it; she scrambled to her feet and took off running, abandoning her study of the restriction.
Hua Cishu, perched on her shoulder, jumped and turned around. Looking at his former servant, Wangquan Sheng, he felt a small flicker of internal conflict. After all, this former feeder-servant had been quite good to him. Suddenly, the silver bell tied to the small tuft of hair on his head shook, its crisp chime making his decision for him instantly.
He opened his mouth and hissed at the pursuing Wangquan Sheng.
“Hiss!!!”
“Ptooie!” In the end, he even spat a glob of saliva.
Wangquan Sheng’s face turned green as he dodged the saliva. He knew that spit was poisonous. He hadn't expected that in just two shichen, Little Black would be so thoroughly won over by Yin Fengcong.
However, he hadn't been with Little Black for long, so their bond wasn't deep. It was just a pity that this demon beast wasn't destined for him; he actually quite liked the little guy.
But why was Yin Fengcong suddenly running away? Did she have a guilty conscience?
Seeing Wen Li run off for no apparent reason, he also flew after her. He wanted to catch up and talk, but in the blink of an eye, her escape movements were so swift and practiced that even with his borrowed Nascent Soul cultivation, he couldn't catch up!
What a strange movement technique.
Helpless, Wangquan Sheng simply let out a loud shout.
“Fellow Daoist Yin, stop running! Show your final trump card; I’m at the end of my rope!”
These words left Wen Li stunned. She didn't stop running, but she did turn her head.
“Wait, you’re not here to kill me?”
“...” Wangquan Sheng was dazed for a moment, and his chase came to an immediate halt. “Kill you? Fellow Daoist Yin, we’re in this together. Why would I kill you?”
Only then did he realize why Wen Li had run. He stated plainly, “Fellow Daoist Yin, it’s time for you to make your move.”
However, Wen Li stopped and glanced at Wangquan Qihuan, who was already in a murderous frenzy. Good grief—of the twenty Foundation Establishment disciples, only three remained, all from Danfeng Valley, including that Gong Xu.
The cannon fodder she had specifically brought in had been used up so quickly. Truly useless.
As for the elders, Wangquan Qihuan had Luo Yuntian in his left hand and Bai Jinshui in his right, choking them both until they were on the verge of death.
Meanwhile, Zongzheng Huangyue was still negotiating with Yuepo.
“You said it, okay? You want me to make a move. Don't blame me for this.”
Wen Li went all in, issuing a disclaimer.
Wangquan Sheng frowned. Seeing her like this, his heart skipped a beat, and an ominous feeling washed over him.
In the next second...
“He’s Wangquan Sheng! He’s also a member of the Wangquan clan! He’s a far more suitable vessel for Wangquan Wuho’s possession than Wangquan Gusui ever was!! I’ll bet a year’s—no, a month’s worth of food money on it!”
Wen Li screamed at the top of her lungs, pointing at Wangquan Sheng and shouting at Wangquan Qihuan. Fearing it wasn't enough, she shouted it again in an earth-shattering voice.
“He’s Wangquan Sheng! He’s also a member of the Wangquan clan! He’s a far more suitable vessel for Wangquan Wuho’s possession than Wangquan Gusui ever was!! I’ll bet a month’s worth of food money!”
“...”
The slaughter and negotiations in the cave instantly came to a standstill. Everyone looked at Wen Li, and then at Wangquan Sheng, whom she was pointing at.
That was a lot of information to process.
Everyone was confused. Weren't they collaborating? Why the sudden backstab?
And who was Wangquan Sheng?
Even Zongzheng Huangyue was stunned by her master's sudden betrayal. She had thought her master would wait until Wangquan Qihuan was dealt with before stabbing Wangquan Sheng in the back. She hadn't expected it to happen so soon. For a moment, her eyes widened in shock, and she forgot about her deal with Yuepo.
“...” So this was her move? Selling him out?
And she even lowered the bet from a year’s worth of food money to a month. Was he really that worthless? This was too humiliating!
“Pfft!”
Wangquan Sheng was dumbfounded. He couldn't catch his breath, and a sharp pain flared in his chest, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of blood. Always well-bred, calm, and self-restrained, a torrent of curses instantly erupted from his throat. His eyes bulged as he clenched his fists.
“Yin Fengcong, to hell with your fcking grandfather! You son of a btch! You f*cking bastard!”
“I will never rest until one of us is dead!”
Killing intent flared in Wangquan Sheng’s eyes; this grudge was officially settled.
How did she know his identity? No, the important point right now was that she had directly drawn the fire to him!
Without a second thought, he flew away from Wen Li, rushing toward the entrance in the opposite direction. He moved so fast he turned into a streak of light.
Even the old man in the bone ring was dumbfounded. He was so angry that his blood seemed to boil, and he no longer felt weak. 【Hey, wait, how can this person be so shameless! This girl is too malicious; she has no sense of martial honor!】
In all his long years, he had seen people break alliances, but one who triggered a bomb so suddenly and without warning like Wen Li was a first.
He had never seen such a villain who talked about cooperation one moment and sold out their teammate the next.
Wangquan Sheng saw the light of the entrance right before his eyes.
“You are Wangquan Sheng...”
A figure suddenly appeared at the entrance, completely blocking the light.
The light of survival in Wangquan Sheng’s eyes was extinguished, and a chill ran down his back.
Luo Yuntian and Bai Jinshui, who should have been choked to death, were tossed onto the ground. Gasping for breath, they had managed to survive for the time being.
With his hair flying wildly and bloodshot eyes, a much older-looking Wangquan Qihuan slowly raised his head. He stared unblinkingly at him, a dark glint flashing in his eyes as if he had found some kind of hope.
Suspended in the air, Wangquan Sheng immediately retreated ten meters. Of course, he wasn't going to admit it. He feigned composure, using the same mature male voice he had been using to maintain his disguise. “Your Excellency, do you really believe everything she says? I am not a member of the Wangquan imperial family. Surely Your Excellency can recognize how many Nascent Soul cultivators the Wangquan clan has.”
“I originally only wanted the Moon Soul Arrow, but since Your Excellency is unwilling to part with it, I shall simply take my leave.”
These words were an act of weakness and an attempt to give the other man a way out.
Unfortunately, Wangquan Qihuan slowly raised his head and studied him carefully. “I remember that the junior Wangquan Sheng had his cultivation crippled long ago. If you had the ability to cultivate again, it would have to be through some miraculous encounter. No wonder... no wonder I felt that the Nascent Soul spiritual energy in you was unstable, fluctuating between strong and weak.”
His frenzied expression settled into a calm state as he muttered to himself, having guessed the answer.
“Since Sui’er is already dead, I’ll just use you instead.”
“Then go to hell!”
Hearing this, Wangquan Sheng raised his sword almost instantly and engaged him once again.
Under Wangquan Qihuan’s fury, his spiritual energy became even more turbulent as he attempted to capture him alive. He was certain that Wangquan Sheng’s borrowed Nascent Soul cultivation would eventually run out; it couldn't compare to his own Nascent Soul cultivation, which had been attained step by step.
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