Chapter 2137: Bloodleaf Necromancy, Gathering from All Sides

Wang Changsheng didn't object. If he couldn't find other fellow disciples, he would have no choice but to cooperate with Zheng Qiuyue to secure the 70,000-year-old Nine Thunder Bamboo.

"The Soul-Fusion cultivator from Myriad Spirit Gate actually sent a clone in here. If we encounter him again, we must be extremely cautious."

Wang Ruyan's expression was solemn. Even a clone of a Soul-Fusion cultivator was far beyond what an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator could handle.

Wang Changsheng glanced at Mu Yuyan but said nothing. Mu Yuyan's ability to escape from a Soul-Fusion cultivator's clone indicated she was no ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. It was possible she was a clone of a Void-Refining cultivator from Zhenhai Palace; if she were a Soul-Fusion clone, she would simply command them directly.

After leaving the underground cave, Zheng Qiuyue summoned a red shuttle that glowed continuously. She cast a spell, and the red shuttle expanded to over a hundred zhang in length.

The cultivators boarded it one after another. Zheng Qiuyue formed a hand seal, and the red shuttle's spiritual light intensified, transforming into a long red rainbow that soared into the sky.

In a vast, emerald mountain range stretching for hundreds of millions of li, there was a narrow valley.

Zhao Hong and four other Nascent Soul cultivators gathered. Zhao Hong frowned deeply; he had waited patiently for several months but only one fellow disciple had arrived. It seemed likely that the others had perished.

"Senior Brother Zhao, are we still going to wait?"

Sun Yan asked with a worried frown, her eyes filled with anxiety.

With just the five of them, they were no match for three Sixth-Tier demonic beasts. It was impossible to snatch the Profound Heaven Immortal Fruit from them.

"We can only wait. If it doesn't work out, then so be it. The five of us are simply no match for three Sixth-Tier demonic beasts."

Zhao Hong shook his head, stating that he wasn't arrogant enough to believe five of them could seize the Profound Heaven Immortal Fruit from three Sixth-Tier demonic beasts.

Suddenly, Zhao Hong's expression turned cold. He punched towards the void with his right fist. A tearing sound filled the air, and a blue fist-shadow, hundreds of zhang in size, flew out, slamming into a corner.

A tremendous roar echoed, the ground cracked open, and dust billowed into the air.

A large, pale golden tree emerged from the ground, and six streaks of light flew rapidly from the distance.

The enormous golden tree was entirely golden, with lush branches and leaves and an incredibly massive canopy.

"Be careful and stay vigilant. Enemies are approaching."

Zhao Hong's face changed, and he quickly warned them.

They all conjured their treasures, their faces filled with wariness.

The six streaks of light stopped. Leading them was a nine-foot-tall youth in a golden robe. He had a refined appearance, fair skin, and his eyes faintly glowed with golden light. Judging by his spiritual power fluctuations, he was clearly a cultivator at the perfected Nascent Soul stage.

"Yan Linlang, it's you."

Zhao Hong recognized the golden-robed youth, his expression solemn.

Yan Linlang, from the Profound Green Sect, had been renowned for many years.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, what a coincidence! Are you waiting for us?"

Yan Linlang squinted and asked.

"We are waiting for our fellow disciples. Does Fellow Daoist Yan have any advice?"

Zhao Hong's tone was cold.

"No advice really. You've been guarding this spot for at least a few days now, haven't you? It seems you've found something extraordinary that even five of you aren't confident about. Let me guess, a ten-thousand-year spiritual medicine? Or a natural treasure?"

Yan Linlang said with a half-smile.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, we each go our own way. Of course, if you think we're easy targets, feel free to try."

Zhao Hong's voice carried a hint of deadly intent.

"I don't mean anything by it; I just want a share. Since you can't handle it yourselves, why don't we cooperate and retrieve the treasure together?"

Yan Linlang proposed, his tone sincere.

"Not interested."

Zhao Hong flatly refused.

Yan Linlang's gaze shifted, and he said, "Well, I have nothing else to do anyway. I have plenty of time to keep Fellow Daoist Zhao company."

Yan Linlang formed a hand seal, and a green light flared around his body. He opened his palm, revealing a blood-colored leaf pattern.

With a soft hiss, the blood-colored leaf pattern suddenly ignited.

After a moment, the blood-colored leaf vanished. Yan Linlang's face had turned noticeably pale, clearly indicating he had used some secret art.

The Blood Leaf Telepathy Art is a secret communication technique personally created by Master Xuanqing. A hundred years ago, the Profound Green Sect selected the disciples to enter the Mystic Spirit Cave and taught them this secret art.

This secret art requires multiple practitioners to cultivate, condensing a blood leaf using their vital blood. Once activated, all fellow disciples within three hundred million li can sense each other, making it far more powerful than traditional communication artifacts.

For instance, if A, B, C, and D are each three hundred million li apart, meaning A and D are nine hundred million li apart, and A uses the Blood Leaf Telepathy Art, B can sense A's location and track them. C can sense B's location, and D can sense C's location. This way, the effective range is no longer limited to three hundred million li.

If they discovered an exceptionally rare natural treasure, Profound Green Sect disciples could use this secret art to contact other fellow disciples. Activating this art consumed a significant amount of vital energy, so they would only use it to contact others if they had truly found something extraordinarily precious.

Seeing this, the faces of Zhao Hong and his four companions turned grim.

If they were to fight the Profound Green Sect disciples now, Zhao Hong wasn't confident of victory. If they delayed, and more Profound Green Sect disciples arrived, they would be in serious trouble. But if they left, wouldn't they be handing over the Profound Heaven Immortal Fruit?

Zhao Hong's face darkened. He flipped his hand, pulled out a blue-glowing conch shell, and blew softly into it.

A low horn sound echoed, spreading across a million li.

It was a Sky Conch, a special communication artifact, but its activation caused a significant commotion, likely attracting other Nascent Soul cultivators. Zhao Hong, however, couldn't worry about that now.

The communication artifacts distributed by Zhenhai Palace could detect the presence of other fellow disciples within a hundred million li. But after so much time, only five of them had gathered. Zhao Hong estimated that the other disciples were either elsewhere or had already perished.

Since that was the case, he might as well stir up trouble.

Different sects and factions had their own communication methods and secret arts.

Over two hundred million li away, in a narrow valley, a tall, thin middle-aged man opened his palm, revealing a blood-colored leaf pattern.

With a muffled hiss, the blood-colored leaf ignited.

"A fellow disciple has used the Blood Leaf Telepathy Art. They must have found some rare treasure. I need to get there quickly."

The middle-aged man muttered to himself, then transformed into a streak of light and sped away.

Over a billion li away, in a dense green forest, the ground was covered with fallen leaves, and the air was thick with the scent of decay.

In an open clearing, three Profound Green Sect disciples lay in pools of blood, their bodies mangled beyond recognition. Su Yuntao stood nearby, his right hand pressed onto the head of a short, stout old man in a green robe, who had a pained expression on his face.

Fang Fei and his five companions stood respectfully to the side.

Suddenly, a blood-colored leaf appeared in the old man's palm. With a hiss, the blood-colored leaf ignited and vanished without a trace.

"The Blood Leaf Telepathy Art! It seems the Profound Green Sect people have found some treasure."

Su Yuntao said gravely, an expression of interest appearing on his face.

With a scream, the old man in the green robe collapsed, his life extinguished. As a miniature Nascent Soul emerged from his body, a red light descended from the sky, piercing through it, and the miniature Nascent Soul vanished into thin air.

"Let's go. The Profound Green Sect disciples are gathering; they must have found a significant treasure."

Su Yuntao called out, then burned the bodies of the Profound Green Sect disciples. He and Fang Fei's five companions leaped onto the back of a strange beast, which spread its wings and flew high into the sky.

A quarter of an hour later, a mound of earth swelled up from the ground, revealing a pair of eerie green eyes. It was Xuan Yang.

"A significant treasure? We'll see who it ends up with! Let them fight over it first; I'll reap the benefits of their struggle."

Xuan Yang sneered, his eyes filled with burning desire.