Chapter 95 Now they're going after the underworld's stronghold.
As Huali stood firm and looked up, the first thing she saw was rows of stilted houses nestled against the mountainside.
The decorations on the eaves swayed gently in the wind, but they were not ordinary copper bells; instead, they were lanterns made from dried snake skin.
"Greetings, everyone."
The old man's deep, solemn voice reached my ears.
Hua Li then realized that she and Luo Chuan were not the only ones standing there; there were also more than a dozen other people who had passed the trial.
Many of them were still bleeding, and they looked rather disheveled compared to her and Luo Chuan.
hiss--
One of the taboos in the workplace: the nail that sticks out gets hammered down!
Huali acted faster than she thought, immediately slashing her fingertip to get some blood to join the group.
She made a cut but there was no wound. Only then did she realize what was happening. She looked up and saw Luo Chuan holding up his finger, staring at her with a half-smile.
Seeing that he was about to open his mouth, Huali's hair stood on end, and she rushed over to cover the mouth that never spoke human language under the mask of a lunatic.
"Quiet down! Don't talk."
The girl widened her almond-shaped eyes, stood on tiptoe and leaned forward, the stray hairs on her head brushing against Luo Chuan's chin, bringing a slight tickle.
Luo Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, his nostrils filled with the scent of pear blossoms from her sleeves.
A playful glint flashed in the Demon King's eyes. He opened his canines and bit her hand lightly on the web of her hand. Huali immediately recoiled as if she had been electrocuted. "Are you a dog?!"
Not having time to deal with this lunatic, she lifted his hand and used her blood-stained fingertips to draw a bloody line on the corner of her mouth, squeezing it hard as if afraid it wouldn't bleed.
Luo Chuan raised an eyebrow, "Little Pear, you should have said so earlier..."
The next second, under Karin's questioning gaze, he slowly and deliberately cut open his palm, and the moment the warm blood gushed out, he directly cupped Karin's face in his hands.
"Hmm... I must say, this little rosewood has a unique charm."
Caught off guard, Huali's face was covered in blood: "..."
I'm mentally exhausted. Don't ask why; the answer is simply that I'm mentally exhausted.
The tribal priests in the square stood barefoot on the ground, their black robes embroidered with silver threads that seemed to flow as if they were alive.
Huali looked ahead curiously and met the old priest's eyes, which were surprisingly white.
Although she and Luo Chuan had concealed their identities before entering the Witch Clan, Hua Li was still taken aback when she suddenly met those eyes, feeling a sense of dread that she couldn't look away.
The priest opposite him also frowned slightly.
Wu Jin is now nearly a thousand years old. His white eyes have seen the causal lines on countless people, but he couldn't help but be stunned when he came into contact with the little girl in the pale yellow dress in the crowd.
For some reason, he couldn't see the cause and effect in her life.
The Wu tribe holds a Heavenly Marriage Festival every hundred years in order to attract fresh blood to supply the causal chain.
Those who pass the test and appear here are mostly people with strong minds and great potential; the causal relationships in these people are exactly what we need.
Heaven is merciless; no one has ascended to immortality in the Xuanhuan Continent for a thousand years.
The Wu tribe tried countless methods without success, and in their despair, they finally had an inspiration hundreds of years ago—to gather these people of destiny and weave a net with the karmic threads on their bodies.
Everything in the world is born from cause and effect, and flowers, plants, insects and fish are no exception.
But now, he couldn't see the girl's lines, which surprised him greatly.
Wu Jinbai's eyes flickered slightly, and Huali suddenly felt dizzy, as if she had suffered from hypoglycemia.
She was about to press her hand against her temple when her left shoulder suddenly felt heavy.
The demon king, who had just been furious and left corpses for miles around, suddenly leaned weakly on her shoulder, looking as frail as Daiyu.
Huali raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing?"
"I'm playing along with Little Pear," Luo Chuan said, shrinking back in grievance. "Wasn't I pretending to be weak? Right now, I'm panting after just a few steps."
Huali was speechless at the sight of the big, clingy woman before her, but the interruption made her mind clear.
Seeing the girl's clear almond eyes again, Luo Chuan slowly straightened up as Hua Li pushed him, his heterochromatic eyes staring at Wu Jin above the square with a half-smile.
The pupil technique was interrupted midway, and Wu Jin shifted his gaze to the young man next to the little girl. He saw that the young man was wearing a half-mask, so his face could not be seen, but his aura was obviously not that of an ordinary person.
Heterochromatic eyes? Wu Jin instantly thought of the astrological prophecy.
A century from now, the web of cause and effect will usher in a new turning point. Even a mayfly, living in the vastness of the universe, can be a marvel of life, born in the morning and dying at dusk.
Wu Jin suppressed his turbulent emotions and said, "Since you have come to the Wu Clan, you are all guests of the Wu Clan. The barrier of the Burial God Abyss will open as scheduled in three days. You may enter to search for rare and precious materials."
As soon as these words were spoken, whispers immediately broke out below, and everyone was eager to try.
"I've heard that this Bodhi Fruit only grows once every two hundred years, and it can only be found in the Burial God Abyss. After eating it, one's cultivation level can jump three levels directly."
"That White Bone Grass is the real treasure. It can revive the dead and restore flesh to bones. As long as your destiny star doesn't fall, it can even reshape your body if it's gone."
Huali's eyes lit up and she quickly craned her neck to listen. Everyone was here to find treasure, so she hoped no one would be looking for the two-colored lotus like she was.
The burly man beside her was engrossed in his conversation when he keenly sensed a gaze behind him. Turning around, he was met with a blood-splattered face. He gasped sharply, "Young lady, what kind of monster did you encounter? You're so badly injured!"
Hua Li sighed, "Well, let's not talk about it. I just heard you say that these treasures all grow in the Burial God Abyss. So why doesn't the Witch Clan go and get them themselves, instead of opening up their territory to others?"
The burly man laughed heartily upon hearing this, "A thousand years ago, the entire continent was rich in spiritual energy resources, and there were countless treasure lands like the Burial Abyss of Gods. The Wu Clan was lucky to have included it in their territory at that time. Later, as more and more people ascended to heaven, they naturally took away more spiritual energy."
"Many treasure lands have dried up one after another, only the Burial Abyss of the Witch Clan has been preserved. However, it is full of spiritual treasures but also very dangerous. The Witch Clan may want to devour it all, but they will have to see if they have the ability."
Thump—thump—thump—
The animal-hide drum in the square was struck, and Wu Jin signaled for everyone to be quiet.
"As required, our Wu clan will provide the venue for you, and you will also need to hand over 50% of what you obtained from the Burial God Abyss."
Upon hearing this, the expectation on everyone's faces immediately turned into indignation.
Fifty percent? Huali's eyes widened.
So, even after risking their lives to get what they obtained, a 60/40 split isn't enough; they have to split it 50/50? This Witch Clan is even more ruthless than that loan shark in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect's territory!
Brave people must learn to resist.
But everyone looked at each other and none of them wanted to be the one to take the lead.
Huali subconsciously glanced at Luo Chuan; knowing the Demon King's personality, he was definitely plotting something.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Luo Chuan hadn't listened to anything they were saying and was instead looking towards the distant mountains. Hua Li followed his gaze and could only see mist floating among the mountains.
Oh well, I'll just stuff the treasure into my storage bag when I find it, and this guy won't know how much he took anyway.
This beautiful illusion was ruthlessly shattered by Wu Jin in the next second: "When you enter the Burial God Abyss, each of you will be marked with a causal line, which will record the number of treasures you obtain."
"Two Nascent Soul stage elders of my Wu clan are also here. I advise everyone not to act rashly."
Huali choked, "Fine, this time we've entered the underworld's lair."
After delivering his lines in a profound and enigmatic manner, Wu Jin left without waiting for anyone's response.
He needs to go back as soon as possible and find the messages left by the astrological observatory back then.
If true, his Wu Clan will surely usher in a great turning point, becoming the only sect on this continent to ascend to immortality a thousand years later.
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