Chapter 90 Long Time No See "The Four Tyrants of the Clouds are here, how dare you petty villains..."
Cliff cave.
"What you want."
Bai Yuheng accepted the dull, blood-stained bead.
She subconsciously looked at her expression.
She looked like a lost soul, her face pale, her pale lips trembling slightly. Bai Yuheng hesitated, then could only ask, "Are you... alright?"
Ling Yu tugged at the corners of her lips, revealing a smile: "Yes, don't worry, it's over..."
After she finished speaking, she seemed to deflate, but then she straightened her spine, and her dim expression gradually regained its radiance.
"Yes, it's over. I no longer have to live in fear, no longer have to live those days of guessing people's hearts and being used by others!" Her eyes sparkled with brilliance as she grasped Bai Yuheng's hand and said, "Fairy, you promised me, right?"
Bai Yuheng was happy for her because she saw that she had come to terms with it: "Don't worry, leave this to me."
He temporarily put Ling Yu into the Qiankun Bag, while also warning the three-eyed toad inside the bag to behave itself.
Bai Yuheng was surprised that the Four Directions Mirror fragments weren't on Wei Que, but now that she had obtained the Soul-Avoiding Pearl, she didn't linger any longer. She picked up the Soul-Searching Lamp and headed in the indicated direction.
Having evaded the soldiers searching down the cliff, Bai Yuheng returned to the original cliff.
Night is falling.
The sky was ablaze with crimson clouds.
Bai Yuheng lowered her eyes to look at the faintly glowing spot in her hand, as if she had entered some kind of secret realm.
"Yu'er!"
A nearly silent murmur came from the dense bushes; if she hadn't had sharp ears, it would probably have been carried away by the wind long ago.
Bai Yuheng stepped forward and saw Pei Yuan hidden in the bushes.
The next moment, the Soul-Seeking Lamp emitted a sharp sound, and its light gradually became dazzling. Bai Yuheng waved her sleeve, put away the lamp, and looked at him.
"You found it!?"
Pei Yuan nodded, his gaze fixed on her without wavering. Although they had only been apart for a few hours, it was as if they hadn't seen each other for centuries. His burning, naked gaze was unbearable for Bai Yuheng.
"Hmm." Pei Yuan forced a smile, a hint of bitterness in his eyes, and handed the fragments he had obtained to her.
The still-warm, jet-black tile-like object landed in her palm. Without making a sound, she activated her primordial spirit resonance, retrieving the wisp of primordial spirit that was attached to it.
Afraid of attracting his attention, Bai Yuheng tried to make conversation with him, asking, "Where did you find it? I think the Soul-Seeking Lamp is pointing at Wei Que."
Wei Que?
Pei Yuan keenly noticed the name that sounded like a man in her mouth. He pursed his lips, and under her focused gaze, the subtle emotion dissipated, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Yes, it was on him earlier, but it was indeed attached to the jade pendant. He didn't bring the jade pendant with him this time."
Bai Yuheng never expected this reason, and after a long silence, she nodded in understanding.
The primordial spirit attached to the fragment had entered the body, and with the protection of the Soul-Avoiding Pearl, the primordial spirit recovered even more quickly and perfectly, without the slightest pain.
"Now that we've obtained the Four Directions Mirror, let's not delay and contact Xiaoying as soon as possible to leave this place!"
Pei Yuan nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Each of the five carried a cicada-listening device. Bai Yuheng then used telepathy to tell Xiao Ying and Xiao Can to prepare and teleport them out.
"Wait, there seems to be one more person." Bai Yuheng suddenly thought of Liao Mingyuan, who had followed her in.
Although she disliked his opportunistic behavior, she thought about how the Hehuan Sect and the Tianyan Sect had been brothers and sisters for hundreds of years. If Liao Mingyuan were discovered, it would probably displease the mortal emperor, who would then take action against their sects.
Bai Yuheng sighed softly and explained the reason to Pei Yuan.
The latter was displeased, but he knew her thoughts and did not want to cause any trouble, so he agreed to her approach. The two separated to find Liao Mingyuan and eventually met here.
Unlike Pei Yuan's frustration, Bai Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief. Ever since their quarrel that day, she had been particularly reluctant to be alone with him, feeling awkward and unable to calm her unspeakable emotions.
With all these emotions swirling in her mind, Bai Yuheng could only cowardly choose to escape for the first time.
She wanted to avoid his deep eyes, his hesitant lips, and his burning passion and desire.
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The four of them appeared together in front of Cui Mingcan and Li Tiankuo, who both breathed a sigh of relief.
Liao Mingyuan, who was originally unwilling, was now extremely angry. Although he was resentful that he had lost to them again, he knew the reason why they did this, so he accepted their kindness and still showed them the proper etiquette.
Liao Mingyuan: "I would like to thank you all for being willing to bring me out. If you need my help in the future, I will do my best."
Cui Mingcan chuckled and said, "Then, Brother Liao, what about our bet..."
“Hey, Brother Cui, since this agreement has already been made, it cannot be broken at will. I am not the kind of person who doesn’t know what’s good for me.”
Liao Mingyuan raised his hand to stop Cui Mingcan from continuing, which made the latter so angry that his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He was extremely frustrated. After glaring fiercely at the instigators, he stepped forward, put his arm around Cui Mingcan's shoulder, and said all sorts of nice things, trying to break off the contract.
Bai Yuheng and Cen Ying exchanged a glance, but smiled without saying a word.
After packing their things, the group went down the mountain one after the other.
"Hey Cui Mingcan, stop bothering Senior Brother Liao. Can you act like the head disciple of the sect?" After walking this route, Cen Ying's impression of Liao Mingyuan improved a little.
"Hey, Cen Xiaoying, stop standing there talking without understanding the situation!" Cui Mingcan ignored him and started to befriend Liao Mingyuan, hoping to persuade him to give up the bet. It wasn't that Liao Mingyuan was incapable or unable to play, but rather that such a fight to the death would damage relationships!
The night was dark, and the mountains and fields were shrouded in deep fog.
From time to time, a few powerful roars could be heard from deep in the mountains and forests, along with the rustling of leaves in the wind, creating an almost eerie silence.
As the group walked up to the mountainside, their laughter and chatter gradually ceased, and they cautiously observed their surroundings out of the corner of their eyes.
"Sizzle—"
The sound of the sword colliding and rubbing against its scabbard was clearly audible.
Li Tiankuo gripped his sword tightly with both hands.
Suddenly, a cool breeze carrying a faint, putrid odor swept in, and the six people frowned and immediately covered their mouths and noses.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The shaking sound grew louder as it approached, and stones flew up from the ground.
The six people instantly snapped to attention, their eyes fixed intently on the direction from which the sound was approaching.
"roar!!!"
A roar shattered the tranquility of the forest. A creature with a green face and fangs, a tiger's face and a horse's body, and two lantern-sized tiger paws growing from the horse's long neck, hid deep behind the trees. Its egg-sized green eyes stared at them menacingly.
A thick fog swept in, and the group quickly used their magic to blow it away. But the fog seemed to have grown legs, circling back after being blown, which was extremely annoying.
After covering her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, Cen Ying shouted to the others, "Yu'er, use fire! The Qingmi miasma is most afraid of fire!"
Bai Yuheng responded, "Alright!"
After saying that, the group joined hands to form a hand seal, creating a fire spell. A roaring fire, like a giant dragon, spewed out and swirled the green miasma.
The tiger-faced monster, afraid of fire, hid in the shadows of the bushes, staring intently at them. Suddenly, it roared as if calling for its companions.
In an instant, a swarm of dark bats poured out of the forest, sweeping over everyone's heads like moths to a flame, suppressing the fire. Then the corpses fell to the ground with a soft rustling sound, turning into ashes.
Once they could see people clearly, the branches of the forest were densely packed with men in black.
Even the ferocious tiger-faced monster was incredibly docile, with a person landing on its back.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you all."
A masked woman dressed in black on horseback looked down at them.
“It’s that person! The one from the Liang residence!” Cui Mingcan recognized the woman in front of him and the black snake perched on her shoulder.
"It's you?"
Bai Yuheng was surprised that she had come again.
Guihua smiled and said, "Yes, we meet again. So, what do you think of my suggestion, Immortal Master?"
Everyone turned their gaze to Bai Yuheng, who pursed her lips in displeasure and then said, "I'm afraid I can't comply. We are not on the same path."
Guihua smiled meaningfully and said, "How can we not be on the same path? If you, Immortal Master, were willing to understand, I think you would find these words utterly ridiculous."
Bai Yuheng frowned, preparing to attack, but also fearing that this person would reveal her identity; her expression turned cold.
"Don't worry, I'm not that despicable. Since the Immortal Master is unwilling, then there's nothing more to say." She smiled, her voice alluring, and casually raised her hand. The black-clad men who had been waiting there surged towards them like bats that had swarmed out of their nest earlier, seemingly without regard for their own lives.
"Take the fragments of the square mirror from them!"
At her command, even the tiger-faced demon beast beneath her joined the fray.
Guhua floated in the air, with a snake sitting beneath her, watching the chaotic battle below with great interest, as if she were watching a good show.
The golden snake in her hand transformed into a long sword. Bai Yuheng swung the sword and slashed down the black-clad men who rushed towards her. The black-clad men were cut by the golden sword and instantly turned into black mist and dissipated. The black mist drifted in the air and finally condensed again, turning into masked black-clad men.
"What can we do? We can't kill them all!" Liao Mingyuan was having a headache from being entangled. This fierce battle had lasted from mid-heaven to moonlit treetops, and although the group was not ordinary mortals, they were all exhausted.
"If we keep fighting, we'll all be captured!" Cui Mingcan asked Pei Yuan, "Uncle Pei, is there any way to break this pattern?!"
Pei Yuan, being the most senior among them, was now relying on him to come up with a way to eliminate the man in black before them.
Pei Yuan, having been injured in the Nightmare Beast Illusion, could only muster 30-40% of his power at the moment. After pondering for a while, he said, "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Continuation Demon Mist. This thing is a restriction of the Demon Clan's forbidden area, capable of infinite resurrection until it drags a person to their death. The only way to break it is for a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage or above to use their divine light to irradiate it and dispel it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the group fell silent for a moment. Liao Mingyuan gritted his teeth and asked, "How many Nascent Soul cultivators do you need?"
Pei Yuan glanced around at the group of men in black and said in a deep voice, "At least five."
"..."
The group fell silent.
Apart from Pei Yuan, the others were either at the Core Formation stage, or only at the Golden Core stage, and some had cultivation levels that Bai Yuheng could not detect.
Bai Yuheng put down her sword and secretly mobilized her inner strength, trying to completely repair that wisp of primordial spirit. If she succeeded, her unknown cultivation level would also be able to lend them a helping hand.
Everyone gritted their teeth: "Is there really no other way?"
Pei Yuan shook his head: "Only this method can completely eliminate it. Otherwise, we can only wait until the rooster crows at dawn and the sun shines brightly, weakening the black fog."
Li Tiankuo gripped his sword with both hands to defend himself, breathing heavily, and said coldly, "Then let's drag it out until dawn!"
Guihua laughed upon hearing this: "Truly ignorant children, do you really think you can last until the second day in your current state?"
"call!"
With a flick of her long sleeves, even more black bats flew out from behind her. The bats, like dark clouds pressing down on the city, gathered together and transformed into several times the number of men in black, fearlessly swarming forward wave after wave.
"Hmph, let me show you the power of the Continuous Demon Mist!"
Looking down at the fighting group with disdain, she sneered, "If you obediently hand over the fragments of the Four Directions Mirror, I might spare your lives."
"Enough with the nonsense!" Cui Mingcan roared, the swords he held in his hands suddenly grew several times larger, and with one strike, he wiped out a group of black-clad men who rushed at him.
"At worst, we'll all die together!"
"Ha! Then prepare to die!"
Just as everyone was preparing to fight back, a glimmer of light slowly emerged from the dark bushes, accompanied by several rousing drumbeats. The figures behind the trees appeared in an orderly fashion, like actors taking the stage.
"Ha ha!"
"Don't be afraid, boss! We're here to save you!"
"The Four Tyrants of the Clouds are here! How dare you lowly scoundrels be so insolent!"
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