Huang Sicong quickly took a shower and then sat on the bed, scrolling through his phone while waiting for his girlfriend.

The light from his phone screen illuminated his face as he scrolled through a short video of Jisoo participating in the illusionary realm assessment. When he saw Jisoo, looking dashing and heroic in her red dress, a smile crept onto his face, his eyes sparkled, and his heart was filled with pride and love.

"Huh! Damn! Mei Chuan Ku Zi! I remember now!" Huang Sicong suddenly exclaimed, his expression instantly turning serious.

The scene of his trip to Zhixiu's hometown flashed through his mind, the shadowy figure that almost escaped, and how Elder Lin later taught him how to identify whether someone had been possessed by smell.

At that moment, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped, and Jisoo came out wrapped in a bath towel. Seeing Huang Sicong's serious expression, she asked in confusion, "Brother Sicong, what's wrong?"

Huang Sicong took a deep breath and said, "Jisou, there's a troublesome matter that might disrupt our plans for tonight."

Ji-soo's heart tightened, wondering what had happened, and she quickly asked in a soft voice, "What happened?"

As Huang Sicong helped Zhixiu get dressed, he said, "Do you still remember that fake divine messenger?"

Ji-soo nodded and asked, "Isn't he dead?"

She remembered that Elder Lin had also captured the shadowy figure who was behind the trouble, which terrified him!

Huang Sicong held Zhixiu's hand and said seriously, "I just smelled a scent similar to that of a fake divine messenger on that black cat. Maybe the person behind it is plotting something again? This matter must be reported to the sect!"

Jisoo's expression instantly turned serious, and she quickly put on her clothes: "Then let's set off right away."

Just as the two reached the door, they suddenly heard a sinister laugh echoing around them.

"Hahaha, do you think you can escape?"

Huang Sicong and Zhixiu exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with vigilance.

At that moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a powerful pressure rushed towards us.

Zhixiu grabbed Huang Sicong's arm tightly: "Brother Sicong, I'll hold him off, you go back to the sect and report the news first!"

Huang Sicong quickly stopped him, saying, "No! My cultivation is higher than yours. I'll hold him off while you go back and report! Don't worry, I'm fine!"

"Both of you stay!"

The voice was icy cold, like ice water from a thousand-year-old cold pool, instantly lowering the surrounding temperature. Huang Sicong and Zhixiu felt a chill run down their spines.

Huang Sicong quickly activated the teleportation talisman on his body and pushed Jisoo inside without hesitation.

Then, he turned around, his eyes resolute, and strode out of the room, each step filled with unwavering courage, intending to face the mysterious person hidden behind the scenes alone and wage a life-or-death battle.

Now that he's come knocking, we can't let him leave.

"No!" Ji-soo shouted hoarsely, her eyes red. Her shrill voice echoed in the empty room, but in an instant she was back at the foot of Dongsan Mountain.

The foot of Dongshan Mountain was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of birds.

Zhixiu wiped away her tears and ran wildly up the mountain, taking out the sect's unique communication talisman to contact the sect's elders.

Huang Sicong walked out of the villa's courtyard and looked around.

At this moment, the night was as dark as ink, so deep it seemed capable of swallowing everything. A blood moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie red light that illuminated the entire villa area as if it were a hellish inferno.

"Come out! What kind of hero hides like that!"

Huang Sicong roared loudly, his voice echoing in the silent surroundings.

His expression was tense, his eyes scanning his surroundings warily, and he gripped the explosive talisman he had obtained from the sect leader at great expense tightly in his palm. It was said that this explosive talisman was extremely powerful, even capable of severely injuring a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Heh! A mere Foundation Establishment brat dares to yell at me!" A cold voice rang out, filled with disdain.

A black cat stood atop a tall, lush tree, its eyes gleaming with an eerie light in the darkness. The surrounding branches swayed gently in the breeze, and the leaves rustled softly.

"You must be Jun Ye! I could smell your stench from a mile away!" Huang Sicong straightened up and mocked without fear.

At this moment, the wind around them quietly stopped, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze.

The black cat let out a sharp, chilling scream. Its eyes were bloodshot, appearing especially eerie under the blood moonlight.

With a flick of its paw, the black cat unleashed a thick plume of black smoke, like a menacing python baring its fangs, heading straight for Huang Sicong. The billowing smoke, carrying an endless aura of evil, seemed poised to devour him entirely.

While constantly jumping and turning to dodge the relentless plume of black smoke, Huang Sicong deliberately raised his voice and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Hmph! You cowardly rat hiding in this black cat's body, if you have the guts, don't come out and fight me fair and square!"

His eyes were full of provocation, and his words were like sharp arrows piercing straight at the black cat.

"Look at you now, what kind of ability do you have to possess a beast? You're nothing but a cowardly and incompetent wimp!"

Huang Sicong's face was full of contempt and disdain, and he deliberately used even harsher words to provoke the black cat.

"Damn it!" Jun Ye was completely enraged. Huang Sicong's words were like stepping on a cat's tail.

The black cat's fur stood on end, and the bloodlust in its eyes intensified. It opened its mouth and spewed out a stream of black flames, heading straight for Huang Sicong.

Huang Sicong quickly dodged to the side, and a spirit sword appeared in his hand without him even noticing. He brandished the spirit sword and slashed at the black cat.

The sword gleamed with a cold light as it clashed with the black cat's claws, producing a piercing metallic clang.

The black cat moved swiftly, leaping up and pouncing on Huang Sicong. Huang Sicong hurriedly used his spirit sword to defend himself, but was forced back several steps by the black cat's powerful strength.

He steadied himself and charged forward again, engaging the black cat in fierce close combat.

In an instant, sword light flashed and shadows crisscrossed. Huang Sicong's clothes were torn in several places by the black cat's claws, but he showed no sign of backing down and fought even more fiercely.

Although the primordial spirit within the black cat was merely one of Jun Ye's thousands of avatars, its cultivation level far surpassed that of Huang Sicong.

In just a few exchanges, the black cat's claws moved with lightning speed, striking Huang Sicong's chest heavily.

Then, Huang Sicong crashed to the ground like a kite with a broken string, raising a cloud of dust. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, staining his chest, but his face was full of smug smiles.

At this moment, the red moonlight was completely obscured by dark clouds, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness. Only Huang Sicong's smiling, blood-stained face stood out in the darkness.

"burst!"

With Huang Sicong's furious roar, the explosive talisman on the black cat's body instantly unleashed an incredibly powerful force.