Chapter 660: Wolf-Hearted and Dog-Lunged

Her smooth and swift agreement made Chu Feng hesitate. He had originally intended to haggle, "negotiate" with her, and try his best to deceive her. Instead, she agreed directly.

"What, my quick agreement makes you uncomfortable?" Young Lady Xi said with a smile. "I'm just treating a dead horse as if it's alive. It would be great if you could help me return to the Yang realm; if not, there's nothing I can do. But if you don't keep your promise, you won't escape my grasp!"

Chu Feng stared at her, seriously suspecting she had done something to him. After absorbing so much of her Yang energy, had he been locked onto?

But with a formidable enemy ahead, how could he be petty? He wasn't that kind of person; he didn't do such things. He blinked, thinking that even if he were to be petty, it could wait until later.

Seeing his expression, Young Lady Xi immediately thought he wasn't a good person. She said, "Your eyes are darting around like a ghost's, making you look like a scoundrel. You'll likely be dead in the future, and if you don't keep your promise, you won't have a good end."

"Sister, you're overthinking!" Chu Feng righteously denied.

Then, they fell silent, staring at the screen, observing the movements of those individuals.

Yin Jiuque, Yuwen Chengkong, and Wei Tiansheng walked in front, with two more individuals behind them, both also Sub-Sages, helpers recruited by Yin Jiuque!

The five experts were either Saints or Sub-Sages; who wouldn't be wary? If ordinary evolvers encountered them, the oppressive aura would suffocate them!

When Saints emerged, mountains and rivers trembled. Even though this was a forbidden zone of life, the mountain ranges and black peaks were subtly shaking, creating a terrifying sight.

As for the black earth, it was engulfed in wisps of dark mist, like the netherworld, as if they had arrived at the dwelling place of the King of the Underworld.

However, as they delved deeper, this state changed. The black mountains and earth became silent, and even Saints couldn't shake them in the slightest, demonstrating the horror of this place.

"We can't go any further; it's very dangerous ahead. There have been multiple incidents of Saints perishing here!" Yin Jiuque warned.

In the deepest parts of the Nine Nether, even supreme experts who could "reflect all heavens" always went in but never came out. No one knew what happened inside.

In the area slightly outside the core, Saints who entered would encounter various calamities. Some died tragically, leaving behind a pool of putrid blood. Some were left with only half their bodies, as if devoured by a fierce beast. Others went mad, their minds collapsing, never to recover. Their fates varied.

Finally, they stopped in an area. This place was open, with several altars that served as sacred cultivation grounds exclusive to the Saints of the Yinque Clan.

Here, the entire ground shimmered, with black light surging like hellfire, emanating a terrifying aura. Even Saints couldn't help but tremble upon arriving here.

It could be said that the chilling aura here was terrifyingly potent, capable of freezing to death experts at the Golden Arhat level!

Perhaps it shouldn't be called "frozen to death," but rather "slain by the Nine Nether Qi," which was a very special black energy.

Normally, Sub-Saints were unwilling to come to this place, but today Yin Jiuque had a grand scheme. He didn't just want to restore his Sub-Saint cultivation; he even wanted to use Uncle Ming's origin to go further, to break through to the true Saint realm.

"Old man, you were very brave during the ancient war. You killed Saints of my Yinque Clan and even slew the deputy leader of our Starry Sky Knight Legion. Who could have predicted that today you would fall into my hands!"

Yin Jiuque took out a jar, holding it in his hand, and smiled sinisterly.

In the distance, when Chu Feng saw Yin Jiuque take out that jar, his entire body froze, remaining motionless as if petrified, his eyes filled with horror!

What was that? He recognized it at first glance. Back then, Wei Heng had carried this very jar to Earth, threatening Yao Yao and looking down on all evolvers there. His arrogant and sinister demeanor had left an extremely deep impression on Chu Feng.

Uncle Ming was sealed inside this jar!

Next, Chu Feng's breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently. He found it hard to control himself, seeing that jar here. What were they planning to do?

In an instant, Chu Feng was certain: this was definitely the container that sealed Uncle Ming, there was no mistake. Plus, the presence of someone who looked almost identical to Wei Heng further confirmed it.

Chu Feng was somewhat agitated, shouting inwardly, that he must rescue Uncle Ming. This had been a lingering concern for him; there was a time when he couldn't bear to think about it.

"You're very concerned about that jar. What's inside?" Young Lady Xi asked curiously.

"There's a human head inside. That old man showed great kindness to me, but he was harmed by a heartless wretch!" Chu Feng gritted his teeth.

Uncle Ming had found a nest of star-core turtle eggs for him, allowing him to lay a deep foundation for evolution. Yet, he himself was later found by Wei Heng and faced a deadly predicament.

Chu Feng was deeply distressed, constantly thinking about how to save him.

He suppressed his impulse, staring at the screen, his gaze as sharp as a blade, wishing he could kill those individuals immediately.

At the altar site, black light pulsed in this area. The ground was covered with Nine Nether Stones, like the very end of hell. That special black energy interwove, and dark flames surged.

Yin Jiuque, Yuwen Chengkong, and the others walked like demonic gods emerging from hell, moving through the black energetic light, bathed in dark flames, their expressions chilling.

They were measuring the ground, considering how to set up two special altars to extract Uncle Ming's origin and transfer it to Yin Jiuque.

"Don't break the jar's seal," Wei Tiansheng reminded them, "otherwise, this old man is very resolute and might have some special means to self-destruct."

Although Uncle Ming was his father's mentor and thus his grand-teacher, he showed no respect, his demeanor cold and ruthless, even more so than his father.

In fact, Yin Jiuque took out the jar only due to excitement. After looking at it, he quickly put it away again to avoid any accidents.

This made Chu Feng, in the distance, both anxious and helpless. If the opponent didn't take out the jar, rescuing Uncle Ming would be extremely difficult.

Yin Jiuque personally began constructing the altar he needed. He carried a blueprint from his clan's treasury, intending to use this altar to steal others' origins and achieve his own breakthrough.

This area had piles of Nine Nether Stones, all excavated by the Yinque Clan and accumulated here.

Before long, the two altars began to take shape, connected to each other, emitting an eerie black light. This made the place even more terrifying, permeated with dreadful energy.

Inside the spaceship, Chu Feng was tense and urgent, discussing with Young Lady Xi how to ambush those people, safely snatch the jar, and save Uncle Ming's life.

Attacking the enemies alone could be simple and brutal, without needing gentle techniques. However, rescuing someone from the hands of Saints would be extremely difficult.

"You have the Heavenly Dao Umbrella, a weapon that can kill Saints. Don't you have any special secret treasures, like the Purple Gold Gourd or the Mutton-Fat Jade Pure Bottle, to quietly retrieve that jar?"

"Do you really think I'm omnipotent? Famous secret treasures like the Purple Gold Gourd and the Mutton-Fat Jade Pure Bottle are in the hands of mighty beings in the Yang realm. How could I possess them? My grandfather did play with them, but he had to return them."

Chu Feng frowned and took out the spatial bottle he carried. This item was originally seized from the Third Prince of the Black Dragon of the South Sea. It looked like a Mutton-Fat Jade Pure Bottle and had always been with him.

Moreover, this bottle was indeed very mysterious. Like the four Dragon-Locking Stakes, it had repeatedly unsealed itself, growing stronger each time.

Young Lady Xi said, "This thing looks very similar to the Jade Pure Bottle, but it shouldn't be. It has a sinister aura and lacks that sacred charm."

Then, she waved her hand and said, "How about this? I'll try to sweep it with the Three-Leaf Green Lotus; maybe I can snatch it back."

In her palm, a leaf appeared, verdant green, even carrying wisps of primordial chaos energy. Of course, the Yang energy was so dense that Chu Feng couldn't bear it, feeling like he was facing a Saint-level blazing furnace.

"What is this thing?" Chu Feng asked, surprised and uncertain.

"The Dao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, and Three gives birth to all things. This is the Three-Leaf Green Lotus, similar in meaning to the Dao. It only grows three leaves in its lifetime. When the so-called fourth leaf appears, it signifies a return to chaos, transforming into the primordial energy of all things."

"That incredible?" Chu Feng was astonished.

Young Lady Xi said triumphantly, "It's ordinary, really. The truly incredible one is the Green Lotus in the Pond of Chaos; that's the ultimate item. My Three-Leaf Green Lotus is merely its descendant, a kind of innate item."

Chu Feng, lacking tact, offered no compliments. Instead, he said, "Your grandfather really 'burned the zither and boiled the crane,' wasting a heavenly treasure! Picking a leaf from the Three-Leaf Green Lotus to give to you—isn't that damaging the growth of a primeval divine plant?"

"Do you still want to save him?!" Young Lady Xi gritted her teeth.

"Are you sure it will work?" Chu Feng asked seriously. He had to ensure that nothing went wrong; Uncle Ming absolutely had to be rescued. If anything unexpected happened midway, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Young Lady Xi said, "It's not a big problem. The Three-Leaf Green Lotus inherently possesses mysterious power. It can sweep away all things and seize secret treasures from others' hands."

Then, she also became serious, pressing Chu Feng about Uncle Ming's relationship and grievances with those individuals, as well as their backgrounds.

"They all deserve to die. Uncle Ming was a respectable old man, yet he had his head severed by a child he had taught, and it was even preserved in that jar. The methods are appalling. I wish I could slaughter Wei Heng immediately!"

Chu Feng roughly recounted the story, clenching his fists and his eyes reddening as he spoke. He felt that Uncle Ming was too pitiable; encountering someone like Wei Heng, his heartache was greater than any physical suffering.

After understanding the situation, Young Lady Xi even grabbed Chu Feng's optical computer and diligently searched for information about Yin Jiuque, Wei Heng, Yuwen Chengkong, and others.

Finally, she couldn't help but gnash her teeth and say, "There really are such heartless wretches in this world! Killing one's mentor and then pickling the head in a jar with salt—are they even human? I'm definitely helping with this; I guarantee I'll wipe them out!"

In the distance, the altars had already been constructed. There were two of them, connected to each other. After detailed and meticulous adjustments, the two high platforms shimmered with a dark gleam, and the Nine Nether Qi was so dense it couldn't dissipate.

The two black altars were covered in countless mysterious flickering symbols, clearly marking them as a place of terror.

Uncle Ming was to be placed on one of them, while Yin Jiuque would sit cross-legged on the other. At that time, Uncle Ming's origin would be frantically absorbed and transferred to Yin Jiuque.

"Heh heh..."

At this moment, Yin Jiuque smiled and took out the jar. This time, he directly broke the seal, revealing a graying head covered in bloodstains inside.

"Old geezer, you were fierce in ancient times. Did you ever imagine that one day you would fall into my hands? Today, your life will complete me!" Yin Jiuque laughed heartily.

Inside the spaceship, Chu Feng's breathing almost stopped. This Yinque had finally taken out the jar again. The crucial moment had arrived. Saving Uncle Ming was now or never!

Beside him, Wei Tiansheng revealed a sinister smile. He said, "Grand-teacher, my father doesn't have time to come over. He's trying to break through to the 'reflect all heavens' realm. As your grand-disciple, I've come to see you. I'll see you off in a moment. Rest in peace."