Chapter 894: Storms Suddenly Arise

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Other people entered the stone hall. The avatar went to the foot of the mountain and waited for a while. Soon, two figures flew into view: Fang Ting and Zhao Songqiao.

"Junior Brother Zhang, sorry to keep you waiting," Zhao Songqiao said, bowing his hands, a hint of nervousness in his expression.

The avatar led them, turning to fly inward. Unexpectedly, as they reached halfway up the mountain, a blue light flashed and landed before them, revealing a slightly short and stout man.

"Ah! Disciple greets Martial Uncle!" The avatar feigned surprise and hastily bowed in禮.

The stout man was a cultivator from the Lan Dou Sect who had arrived with them. His cultivation was slightly higher than that of the Daoist boy. The avatar only knew he was a true disciple of the Five Elements lineage but did not know his name.

"He's the disciple whom Martial Uncle Huayang brought in, isn't he? Who are they? Why are you bringing them in?" The stout man raised an eyebrow and asked with a frown. He seemed to recognize the avatar.

Fang Ting and Zhao Songqiao stood stiffly.

The avatar's mind raced, and he replied, "Replying to Martial Uncle, they are disciples of Senior Chen from Yanmiao Pavilion. This is Fang Ting, Senior Chen's direct disciple. She is my friend and has come to find me."

"Fang Ting?" The stout cultivator seemed to recall something. He scrutinized Fang Ting, his eyes darting. A playful smile suddenly spread across his face. "I've long heard that Martial Uncle Huayang's unfulfilled wish might be accomplished by a Qi Refining junior. Haha..."

"Good luck!" The stout cultivator patted Zhang Yue on the shoulder, a knowing smile on his face, then vanished in a flash of light.

The avatar was momentarily stunned, understanding the unspoken meaning in the fat man's words. He instinctively looked at Fang Ting. She had her head almost buried in her chest, her ears as red as rubies.

"Ahem..." Zhao Songqiao cleared his throat. "Junior Brother, Junior Sister, should we be moving?"

Outside Dongming Island, an area of water was shrouded in shadow.

Several figures sat cross-legged in the shadows. One of them was precisely the young man surnamed Fang who had previously ambushed Qin San.

"Senior Brother, the time is almost right. Dongming Island has appeared, and the grand formation's power is greatly reduced. It's time to move. If we wait any longer, more Nascent Soul cultivators from various sects will arrive, and things will become difficult." A black-robed figure opened his eyes and said in a deep voice.

At this moment, another middle-aged cultivator with a somewhat gloomy expression asked, "Second Senior Brother, how is the hidden operative you sent in? If we need to use him, we absolutely cannot afford any mishaps."

"Don't worry! He will be ready before us," the black-robed man said confidently.

"That's good. So that item is indeed on Dongming Island. We should have known not to bother with those Dou Niu Peak outcasts! That cursed human not only killed Fourth Senior Brother but also spread news all over Tianxing Island, ruining Fourth Senior Brother's plans there. The human experts we had originally recruited became alert, so we had no choice but to give up. If we had just brought them to attack Dongming Island directly, with our strength, we would have had a high chance of forcibly entering the island and seizing that item." The middle-aged cultivator said indignantly.

"Are you saying I made a mistake?" The young man surnamed Fang suddenly opened his eyes, a murderous glint in them, and looked coldly at the middle-aged cultivator.

"This junior wouldn't dare. I was just distraught about the murderer who killed Fourth Senior Brother and Junior Brother, and spoke out of turn..." The middle-aged cultivator shivered and immediately knelt in fear, explaining himself repeatedly.

"Ninth Junior Brother meant no harm. He's always been thoughtless, Senior Brother, please don't mind him. That human cultivator, just a mere Core Formation mid-stage cultivator, has repeatedly offended our Black Serpent Mountain. Sooner or later, we will extract his soul, burn it day and night with netherfire, and settle every account with him!" The black-robed man quickly interjected, then pointed at the middle-aged cultivator and reprimanded him, "What do you know? How could we confirm that the item was stored on Dongming Island without capturing the remaining Dou Niu Peak disciples? Moreover, Senior Brother has always been wary of another Nascent Soul ancestor of the Lan Dou Sect, which is why he dared not act rashly. It was only from the Dou Niu Peak remnants that we learned that person was actually the ancestor of the Dou Niu Peak lineage, and that the turmoil back then was caused by this individual, leading to internal strife within the Lan Dou Sect and a severe loss of vitality. Not only was the Dou Niu Peak lineage expelled, but that Nascent Soul ancestor also suffered severe injuries and fell. It's hateful that the Lan Dou Sect has kept this hidden, claiming he was merely in seclusion."

A dwarf, only half the size of an adult, suddenly let out a strange laugh. "No wonder the Lan Dou Sect has kept this matter sealed, not to mention it concerns the fall of a Nascent Soul ancestor. The cultivation method of Dou Niu Peak is ordinary, but the accompanying 'Thunder Control Technique' is truly exquisite and far from simple. If the Lan Dou Sect could secretly cultivate a group of cultivators proficient in this Daoist art, it would definitely be a great weapon."

"No matter how exquisite a Daoist art is, if it cannot be cultivated, it's just a piece of waste paper. Hasn't the Lan Dou Sect fallen to its current state precisely because of this matter?" The black-robed man said disdainfully, a slight frown on his brow. "Tenth Junior Brother, I remember you kept a copy of the 'Thunder Control Technique' at the time. Do you also intend to cultivate this art? Be careful not to go crazy!"

The dwarf chuckled dryly. "I don't want to be like them, living in constant fear and hiding in an ice-coffin-like cave under the sea. I kept this Daoist art because I wanted to study it and see what lessons could be drawn from it."

The black-robed man's expression softened slightly. "Senior Brother and I will present this art to Master then. With Master's discerning eye, he should be able to comprehend one or two useful things for us. We can then consult Master. You yourself should not cultivate it without authorization, to avoid any accidents."

"Thank you for the reminder, Second Senior Brother, this junior understands!" The dwarf cupped his hands.

The black-robed man then spoke to the young man surnamed Fang: "Senior Brother, you will be taking the corpse puppets deep into a dangerous place. You must be careful. The island has gathered Core Formation cultivators from various sects. If you cannot trick them into giving up the item, then decisively detonate the corpse puppets and retreat as the opportunity arises. The cultivators outside the Lan Dou Sect will only consider it an internal matter of the Lan Dou Sect. Under their confusion and uncertainty, they certainly won't react quickly enough, which will be our chance."

Upon hearing this, everyone's gaze involuntarily fell upon the two figures standing behind the young man surnamed Fang. These two had their eyes tightly shut and remained silent, like inanimate objects. Strangely, their aura was no different from that of ordinary people. Even more astonishing was their identity: they were the very Dou Niu Peak outcasts they had captured, yet now they obeyed their enemies implicitly, like two bodyguards.

"It's a pity Master only bestowed two Blood Corpse Worms. If there were a few more, we could control several Core Formation corpse puppets to self-destruct, trapping and killing all the cultivators on the island, and we wouldn't have to go through all this trouble." One person complained in a low voice.

The black-robed man glared at him fiercely. "Do you truly think cultivating such rare insects as Blood Corpse Worms is that simple? Master cultivated them for who knows how long, and only with the accompanying insect-controlling secret art could they barely be raised to the third transformation. If there were a few more, our Black Serpent Mountain would probably be bankrupt."

"Alright, enough chatter. I'm leaving now. This time, we must get that item. If anyone dares not to give their best, and there's a mishap, I will skin them alive!" The young man surnamed Fang snorted coldly and flew out of the shadow with the corpse puppets.