Chapter 59: The Haunted Ruins (Just writing something random)

The competition between Qingyuan Sect and the Yu family is about to begin, and discussions are rising and falling around the training ground.

"I heard that Yu Jiangheng was originally a direct descendant of the Yu family, but now he is representing the Qingyuan Sect in the competition. This match is going to be interesting."

"That's right. I heard that the new young master of the Yu family, Yu Jiangxuan, is Yu Jiangheng's younger brother."

Off the field, Yu Jiangheng was adjusting the sword tassel with a normal expression, but Yin Simiao noticed that his fingertips were trembling slightly.

“You, surnamed Yu,” Yin Simiao said, unusually serious, lowering her voice, “if it’s inconvenient, I can take your place this time…”

“No need,” Yu Jiangheng interrupted him, raising his eyes to look at the young man in the opposite Yu family camp who bore a striking resemblance to himself. “What must be faced will eventually be faced.”

As the referee gave the whistle, both teams entered the field. Yu Jiangxuan clasped his hands in a salute, but his eyes held a hint of provocation: "Big brother, it's been many years. How have you been?"

Yu Jiangheng replied calmly, "Young Master Yu, you're too kind."

The match began, and the five members of the Yu family instantly formed a battle formation, their swords raining down like a storm. Qiu Nan and Yan Shuangwan attacked simultaneously, their offense and defense perfectly coordinated; Yin Lisheng moved like lightning, directly targeting the opponent's flank.

On the floating platform, Fu Yunshu and the others had returned to their seats. Yin Lisheng seemed to sense something, turned his head to look in Fu Yunshu's direction, and smiled slightly.

The duel between the Qingyuan Sect and the Yu Family was in full swing, with sword energy crisscrossing the arena. Fu Yunshu sat upright on the high platform, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, his gaze always following the agile figure in the arena.

"Immortal Venerable Huaiwei seems to be paying special attention to your disciple?" Lu Yanci's snow-white silk ribbon fluttered in the wind, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"As Pavilion Master Lu also said, this is my disciple. If I don't pay attention to him, who should I pay attention to?" Fu Yunshu didn't understand why Lu Yanci always said some inexplicable things, just like him.

Shi Jin interjected sarcastically, "The Yu family has sent their elite troops this time. If the Qingyuan Sect loses..."

"Sect Leader Shi is overthinking it," Song Wenzhuo interrupted.

Ji Yuanbai scoffed, "Your Nine Yang Sect's performance this year is worrying. Sect Leader Shi should mind his own business."

Shi Jin retorted angrily, "Patriarch Ji, don't be a pot calling the kettle black. How much better is your Ji family anyway!"

Ji Yuanbai smiled nonchalantly. He didn't care about the result; finding Yin Lisheng was the biggest gain of this trip.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred on the field!

Yu Jiangxuan suddenly changed his move, a strange black light emanating from the blade of his sword, pointing directly at Yin Simiao's heart: "Big brother, I'm a little curious about what it would feel like to see the person you care about most injured?"

"Si Miao!" Yu Jiangheng's eyes were bloodshot as he flashed in front of him.

At the critical moment, Yin Lisheng's Broken Abyss Sword swept across and collided with the black light.

"boom--"

Amidst a deafening explosion, a pitch-black crack suddenly appeared in the center of the arena.

The violent suction force instantly swept across the entire area, and Yin Lisheng, Yu Jiangheng, and others who were closest to it had no time to react before being sucked in in the blink of an eye.

"Li Sheng!" Fu Yunshu stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing with cold light.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Cold Cry Sword was drawn, and he shot towards the crack like lightning.

"Grandmaster Uncle!" Song Wenzhuo exclaimed, exchanged a glance with Gu Zhinan, and followed closely behind without hesitation.

Ji Yuanbai, concerned for Yin Lisheng, followed without hesitation.

Lu Yanci looked at the crack, his brows furrowing slightly: "The aura of the Netherworld..."

In the blink of an eye, Fu Yunshu and the others also disappeared into the crack. The entire martial arts arena was thrown into chaos, with disciples from various sects retreating in panic.

“A spatial rift,” Lu Yanci said, gently stroking the bronze compass at his waist. “I never expected the passage to the Netherworld to be here.”

Disciples from various factions fled in panic, and Lu Yanci sighed.

"It's too late."

…………

In the midst of the chaos, Fu Yunshu felt the world spinning. When he regained his footing, he found himself in an unfamiliar wasteland, the sky a strange dark red, with dilapidated ancient buildings faintly visible in the distance.

"Master!"

A familiar voice approached, and Fu Yunshu felt a sense of relief. Turning around, she saw Yin Lisheng rushing towards her. The young man's clothes were somewhat disheveled, but he did not appear to be injured.

"Are you injured?" Fu Yunshu raised his hand to brush the dust off his shoulder, his voice still cold, but his eyes were filled with undisguised concern.

Yin Lisheng shook his head: "This disciple is fine, but I haven't seen anyone else."

He looked at Fu Yunshu, his eyes filled with relief, "Luckily, I'm with Master."

Fu Yunshu looked around, his brows furrowing slightly. A heavy stench of blood permeated the wasteland, and traces of war could be faintly seen in the distance.

“This should be the Netherworld Ruins,” Fu Yunshu said in a deep voice.

He then silently assessed his cultivation level and said helplessly, "The ancient battlefield ruins are filled with extremely heavy demonic energy. My cultivation level has been suppressed to the Nascent Soul stage. Let's proceed with caution."

Yin Lisheng gripped the Broken Abyss Sword tightly, his eyes wary: "Master, why did a rift suddenly appear on the arena leading to the Netherworld Ruins?"

Fu Yunshu gathered a wisp of spiritual power at his fingertips and traced the trajectory of Yu Jiangxuan's sword move in the air: "The black light on Yu Jiangxuan's sword is the spatial tearing technique of the demon race. It seems that this person is colluding with the demon race."

"What about the others..." Yin Lisheng's heart tightened.

"Let's look for it first." Fu Yunshu raised his hand and formed a seal. A ray of spiritual light transformed into the shape of a butterfly and hovered in the air. "This is the Tracking Butterfly, which can sense spiritual power of the same origin."

Yin Lisheng suddenly remembered something: "Master, your injuries..."

Fu Yunshu's white robes were soaked with blood, but he remained calm and said, "It's nothing."

The crack was actually about to close, but Fu Yunshu forcibly cut it open with his sword.

Without further ado, Yin Lisheng took out the medicine he carried with him: "This disciple will treat you."

Fu Yunshu initially wanted to refuse, but seeing his apprentice's stubborn gaze, he finally acquiesced.

Yin Lisheng carefully unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the hideous wound. Demonic energy writhed at the wound like a living thing, making Yin Lisheng's heart tremble.

"Master, this demonic energy..."

"It's alright," Fu Yunshu said calmly. "I have my own way of suppressing it."

Yin Lisheng pursed her lips and gently applied medicine to her master. When the powder touched the wound, Fu Yunshu's muscles tensed slightly, but he didn't even frown.

"Alright," Yin Lisheng said tenderly as he tied Fu Yunshu's belt. "Master, where do we go next?"

Fu Yunshu looked in the direction indicated by the tracking butterfly: "Let's go check out the battlefield ahead. If I'm not mistaken, there should be others caught up in this area as well."

The two walked along the deserted path. The surroundings were eerily silent, save for the howling wind. Yin Lisheng suddenly lowered his voice: "Master, there's movement."

Across the ruins ahead, several dark figures were wandering. These creatures resembled humanoids, but were entirely black, with blood-red eyes.

“Demon puppets,” Fu Yunshu said in a low voice, “are formed from the souls of the dead corrupted by demonic energy. Be careful not to disturb them.”

Yin Lisheng nodded, and the two held their breath, bypassing the demonic puppets as they continued forward. The further they went, the more obvious the signs of battle became. Broken weapons and shattered armor were everywhere, some even still emitting black smoke.

“These marks…” Yin Lisheng crouched down, his fingertips lightly touching a broken sword, “look like they were just left behind.”

Fu Yunshu's expression was solemn: "It seems that someone has already fought here before us."

Just then, the sound of fighting suddenly came from afar. The master and disciple exchanged a glance and quickly rushed towards the source of the sound.