Chapter 2724: Unlucky Wang Mofei

A verdant mountain range stretched for millions of miles, with towering peaks, dense forests, and abundant vegetation offering deep shade.

With a tremendous roar, a massive crimson mushroom cloud shot skyward, shaking the earth and the mountains.

A streak of red light, moving with astonishing speed, flew out from deep within the mountain range. The red light revealed a tall, slender old man in a crimson robe. He looked panicked, his crimson dragon robe torn in several places, and brownish bloodstains stained the corner of his mouth. The old man's left arm was gone, his aura weak, showing signs of severe injury.

The old man hadn't flown far when the void above him rippled, and a crystal-clear white hand suddenly appeared. As it materialized, the temperature within a ten-thousand-zhang radius plummeted, and numerous white ice flakes formed in the air. The old man's body trembled slightly, as if he couldn't withstand the intense cold. A surge of crimson flames erupted from his right hand. He slammed it towards the sky, and a blurry red hand materialized, radiating astonishing heat as it met the incoming attack.

The white hand collided with the red hand, unleashing an astonishing shockwave. The red hand was instantly shattered, as if made of paper. The white hand struck the old man's protective spiritual light with a muffled thud. The spiritual light rapidly froze, and the ice spread relentlessly. A white light flashed, and a white meteor hammer materialized, slamming into the old man's protective spiritual light. Unable to withstand the impact, the spiritual light cracked and then shattered instantly. With a tragic scream, the old man's head was smashed to pieces by the white meteor hammer. As soon as his Nascent Soul left his body, a streak of white light shot towards it. The Nascent Soul self-detonated, and the powerful shockwave sent the white meteor hammer flying.

Deep within the mountain range, in an open area, three disciples of the Nine Flames Sect lay on the ground, their bodies covered in ice. Several gleaming spiritual treasures were scattered nearby. The ground was frozen, covered in ice for over ten miles.

Two men and one woman stood in the open space, led by a broad-shouldered, robust young man in a white robe. The young man in white was fair-skinned, with deep-set eyes and bulging muscles. With a single gesture, the white meteor hammer transformed into a streak of white light and vanished into his sleeve. This was Bai Feng, a descendant of Bai Ruohan, who possessed late-stage Soul Transformation cultivation.

"Hmph, daring to ambush and try to kill us," scoffed a short, stout middle-aged man, whose left arm was missing and whose face was pale. "They truly sought their own demise." If not for Bai Feng's exceptional strength, they would have perished. Four Nine Flames Sect disciples had set an ambush here to kill them, but unfortunately, they had run into a formidable opponent.

"Don't be careless," Bai Feng said with a solemn expression. "These fellows are not easy to deal with. If there had been a few more Soul Transformation cultivators, I might not have been able to handle them." They searched the Nine Flames Sect disciples, took their valuables, burned the bodies, and then left the area.

***

A continuous range of golden mountains stretched out, where a large number of golden maple trees grew. Enveloped in a golden spiritual light, Wang Chuanming advanced slowly, his face full of vigilance. The Mysterious Spirit Grotto-heaven was vast. He hadn't encountered any other clan members yet, and his communication artifact showed no response.

Wang Chuanming suddenly stopped and took out a pale green orb from his pocket. Spiritual light continuously flickered on its surface, revealing numerous runes. He injected a magical incantation, and the green orb emitted dazzling green light. Cracks appeared on it, transforming it into a green flower bud, which then bloomed into a green lotus. This was an Azure Lotus Soul-Tracking Pearl, a unique detection artifact of the Wang family. Similar artifacts existed among major forces, though their detection ranges varied. The green lotus spun rapidly and flew towards the sky.

A streak of light appeared high in the sky, moving exceptionally fast, with a red light trailing behind it. The red light flashed, and a massive red bird claw materialized, striking the streak of light. A man's agonizing scream echoed as the streak of light fell from the sky, landing on the canopy of a large tree. It was Wang Mofei. Wang Mofei's face was pale, and his body was covered in numerous bloody wounds.

His luck was terrible. As soon as he entered the Mysterious Spirit Grotto-heaven, he found himself in a Rank 6 demonic beast's lair and had to use a Rank 6 escape talisman to flee. After barely escaping, he then encountered hundreds of thousands of multi-colored butterflies, led by a high-grade Rank 5 butterfly king. Wang Mofei barely managed to repel the multi-colored butterflies, only to encounter two Rank 5 demonic apes. These apes possessed immense strength, difficult to harm even with heaven-reaching spiritual treasures. After finally escaping again, a Rank 6 demonic insect appeared. During his escape, he then encountered a Rank 6 demonic bird and had to use a Rank 6 attack talisman to buy some time. The red light in the sky was actually a massive Lihuo Falcon.

"A Rank 6 demonic bird!"

Wang Chuanming was greatly startled. He quickly took out a Spirit-Suppressing Horn, put it to his lips, and gently blew. A loud horn blast resonated, and the Lihuo Falcon emitted a sharp, piercing cry. The ground cracked open, sending dirt and rocks flying. Large amounts of yellow dust swirled in the wind, forming a massive yellow sand curtain that enveloped an area of several dozen miles. The Lihuo Falcon flapped its wings gently, sending thousands of crimson fireballs streaking across the sky like a meteor shower, slamming into the yellow sand curtain. After a series of tremendous explosions, the yellow sand curtain was shattered by the dense crimson fireballs, and dust filled the air. A moment later, the flames dissipated, and an area of several dozen miles had turned into a crimson sea of fire. Wang Chuanming and Wang Mofei were nowhere to be seen. If not for the Spirit-Suppressing Horn, even a delay of five breaths would have resulted in Wang Mofei's death by the Lihuo Falcon.

***

A vast, boundless green grassland stretched out. On a low earthen mound stood a young woman in a yellow silk dress. She had a delicate, powdered complexion and a full figure, and her attire indicated she was a disciple of the Long family. There was a finger-sized bloodied hole on the young woman's left shoulder. Her face was pale, and she looked panicked.

Tens of thousands of green demonic wolves surrounded her, five of them being Rank 5. Tens of thousands of green demonic wolf corpses lay on the ground, their blood staining the earth red. Not far away, the corpse of another Long family disciple lay.

"Awoo!"

The wolf king, a high-grade Rank 5 beast, had green eyes and a body covered in green bristles. Its body was covered in wounds, and a fist-sized bloodied hole in its abdomen stained most of its body red. The wolf king opened its massive maw and spewed hundreds of blurry green wind blades, and the other demonic wolves followed suit.

A dense barrage of green wind blades swept towards her, and the young woman in the yellow dress's expression changed dramatically. She quickly summoned a yellow shield that rotated around her. Simultaneously, she stomped her right foot fiercely on the ground, and a yellow wall, over a thousand zhang tall and more than ten zhang thick, erupted from the earth, blocking her. The yellow wall was shattered by the dense green wind blades. Numerous green wind blades then successively struck the yellow shield, emitting muffled thuds and causing the yellow shield to sway slightly.

Hundreds of green demonic wolves lunged at the young woman in the yellow dress. Just then, a massive club, shimmering with blue light, descended from the sky, leaving a phantom image in the air as it swept towards the green demonic wolves. The green demonic wolves were sent flying backward, and before they even landed, their bodies froze solid.

Wang Yuanjiang flew in from a distance, holding the Sky Moon Club, which was stained with brownish blood. Wang Yuanjiang swung the Sky Moon Club, creating multiple club shadows that slammed towards the wolf king like a towering mountain. A surge of green light erupted from the wolf king's four limbs as it tried to dodge, but two yellow hands erupted from the ground, grabbing its hind limbs. Simultaneously, a powerful gravitational force emanated from the ground, pinning it to the earth. The wolf king opened its mouth and spewed a blurry green hurricane to meet the attack. The green hurricane collided with the multiple club shadows, shattering instantly. The Sky Moon Club then slammed into the wolf king's body. The wolf king let out a shriek, and its massive body collapsed to the ground, still twitching. A surge of blue cold air erupted from the Sky Moon Club, and the wolf king's body rapidly froze, transforming into a massive ice sculpture. Wang Yuanjiang flicked his wrist, and the ice sculpture shattered into pieces.

With the wolf king dead, the other demonic wolves scattered and fled, having no desire to fight further. Wang Yuanjiang did not pursue them, allowing them to escape.

"I am Long Yufei," the young woman said, bowing slightly, "and I thank Fellow Daoist Wang for your timely assistance."

"It was merely a small effort, Fairy Long," Wang Yuanjiang said modestly. "There's no need for formality." Wang Changsheng and Long Yunxin had been acquaintances for many years, and his relationship with Gongsun Yang was also good. The Wang family and the Long family had no conflicts of interest, and their relationship was quite amiable.