Chapter 65 The three-person team disbands as they face a formidable enemy: the Black Flame Python.
In the blink of an eye, six people flew over from the opposite side.
The girl in pink robes stretched out her hand. "Your companion said they'd share half of the Frost Grass with us."
Song Yin's aversion to stupidity has flared up; she needs to find a chance to get rid of Meng Yikang.
The girl and her companions wore waist tags with the three characters "Feiyun Sect" engraved on them.
Song Yin searched her mind, but there was no sect in the Eastern Continent called the Flying Cloud Sect.
"Hey, I'm talking to you," the girl said impatiently.
Song Yin pointed at Meng Yikang, "Fellow Daoist Meng is willing to share his Frost Grass with you. Just ask him for it. If he can't give it to you, go to the Yuancang Sect to ask for it."
The expressions of several people behind the girl changed; they hadn't expected to run into disciples of the five major sects.
The senior brother held the girl's arm and transmitted his voice: "Don't get into a conflict with the five major sects. We don't know if there are any other members of the five major sects around. Compared to the Frost Grass, our primary goal is to help them find Qu Ruoxuan."
The girl's face was extremely pale. She had been pampered and adored since childhood. But less than a day after entering the secret realm, her senior brother had ordered her to yield to others, causing her to lose face completely.
The people of the Heavenly Fire Sect were already considering retreating, but Meng Yikang was unwilling to accept it. "Fellow Daoist Song, your words are unpleasant. I don't have a single Frost Grass on me. You picked all the Frost Grass around here by yourself. Even if I wanted to share the Frost Grass with these fellow Daoists, I couldn't do it."
Something that holds things back.
Song Yin and Chen Yuanxiu couldn't help but facepalm. Chen Yuanxiu, in particular, fell into self-doubt. He had such poor judgment that he had actually associated with someone like Meng Yikang. It was a disgrace.
The hand supporting her forehead conveniently concealed the murderous intent in Song Yin's eyes. She took a deep breath, lowered her arm, and said, "The Frost Grass is first-come, first-served. If you arrive any later, I will not give up a single Frost Grass. That's about it. Farewell."
Chen Yuanxiu pondered for a moment and followed Song Yin.
Meng Yikang panicked and chased after the two, shouting, "Wait for me!"
The girl sulked, "Senior brother!"
The senior brother comforted him, "Alright, alright, let's go find Qu Ruoxuan first."
Girl: "Are the things those seniors promised us really reliable?"
The senior brother silenced the girl, saying, "This is a secret between the six of us. Let's not talk about it, or someone might overhear."
Before entering the secret realm, the six were entrusted by a group of powerful strangers. They took out a recording stone containing Qu Ruoxuan's image and said that as long as they found Qu Ruoxuan in the secret realm and sent them a message immediately, they would give each of them 10,000 top-grade spirit stones as a reward.
That's ten thousand top-grade spirit stones! The six men were tempted, and without telling the elder in charge, they accepted the mission without hesitation.
Meng Yikang hurried to catch up with the two, saying, "Why did you just leave like that?"
Chen Yuanxiu: "If this happens again, we don't need to travel together."
Meng Yikang: "I was merely expressing my inner thoughts, Brother Chen, you've gone too far—"
Before he could finish speaking, Song Yin interrupted him, "I will travel alone from here on out. Farewell."
"Tch, who are you trying to scare? You, a Foundation Establishment cultivator, think you can venture into the secret realm alone?" Meng Yikang sneered inwardly, but on the surface he showed a worried expression and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, please wait. If you think I was wrong, then I apologize to you. It is really too dangerous to act alone."
Seeing that Song Yin did not stop, Meng Yikang said to Chen Yuanxiu, "Brother Chen, Fellow Daoist Song is unwilling to travel with us. She must feel that she is strong enough to leave. Fellow Daoist Song herself said that her talent is average. She is doing this to prove herself."
Despite his trustworthy appearance, Chen Yuanxiu saw a twisted look on his face and heard strange words.
Could it be that I really misjudged him?
Many cultivators value their senses highly, and Chen Yuanxiu was no exception. "Fellow Daoist Meng, you may walk the rest of the way on your own. Farewell."
Neither of them wanted to travel with him, so Meng Yikang gritted his teeth and punched a nearby boulder, leaving a small crater.
"Let's go! I'm a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, and an inner disciple of the Yuancang Sect. Finding a team is a piece of cake. Once I reunite with my fellow disciples, what are you, a rogue cultivator, compared to me? You, Chen Yuanxiu, are lusting after Song Yin's beauty? Go ahead and chase after her. You shallow wretch, and you call yourself a Golden Core stage sword cultivator?"
Meng Yikang chose another path, his chest burning with anger as he strode forward, moving away from the cold pool as the surrounding vegetation gradually increased. When he encountered tree branches blocking his way, he simply used his spiritual energy to blast open the path.
"What is that?!"
A strange sensation came from beneath his feet. Meng Yikang cursed and looked down, annoyed.
He crushed several white, sticky things under his foot, leaving his shoes covered in slime—it was disgusting. Meng Yikang rubbed his feet back and forth on the haystack until his shoes were clean, then walked around the crushed things and continued on his way.
The vegetation grew increasingly lush. He was now quite far from the cold pool. A soft rustling sound came from the woods, and something was approaching him.
Meng Yikang stopped and used magic to attack the source of the sound. Many leaves were knocked off, revealing strange, moving brown patterns.
Another snake-like monster!
Meng Yikang pulled out his magical artifact and fled.
The monster's head emerged from the grass at the other end, its scarlet forked tongue flicking out, and it quickly gave chase in Meng Yikang's direction.
No matter where he fled, he couldn't shake off this demonic beast, whose strength was actually at the early stage of the Golden Core realm.
Since we can't escape, then let's fight!
Meng Yikang unleashed multiple spells simultaneously, launching a devastating attack that surrounded the monster.
"Damn it."
They had encountered a Qi Refining stage snake-like demon beast earlier, but he and Chen Yuanxiu worked together to kill it. Now, this one was at the Golden Core stage, and he was fighting alone, making the situation much more dangerous.
Meng Yikang dodged dozens of ice spikes, never expecting the monster to be of the ice attribute.
The monster was enormous, and Meng Yikang had unleashed many spells. Although some were dodged, many still struck it, with lightning striking parts of its flesh and blood, leaving a burnt smell.
Meng Yikang sniffed, "The smell of roasted snake meat is so good. Why don't we kill you and take some meat with us, then roast the snake meat and eat it when we get out?"
The monster stared at Meng Yikang without making any rash moves, its forked tongue flicking out continuously.
Meng Yikang thought his strength had intimidated the monster, and while suspended in mid-air, he arrogantly thought about all sorts of ways to eat snake meat.
A moment later, a large shadow enveloped him, but Meng Yikang didn't pay any attention. Anyway, there were plenty of clouds in the sky, so it was normal for a few to drift over and block the sunlight.
A heat wave suddenly appeared behind me, and the sun was blocked by clouds. Why did I feel even hotter?
Meng Yikang looked up, his pupils shrinking instantly, and without thinking, he flew away from the place at top speed.
A black python, as large as a hill, spat fireballs at him.
It was actually a Black Flame Python, far stronger than the one that had just appeared at the Golden Core stage! He must have stepped into the Black Flame Python's territory, which is why the two demonic beasts were chasing him.
Meng Yikang's heart was pounding in his throat, and beads of sweat kept pouring from his forehead. He had already escaped the territory, so why were they still relentlessly pursuing him?
He then remembered the pile of white oval-shaped things he had crushed not long ago; those things looked like snake eggs!
"Damn it!" Meng Yikang cursed and sped up his escape.
The nearby cultivators who noticed the commotion all hid, unwilling to get involved. Seeing this, Meng Yikang cursed again. Even if they all hid, they couldn't divert the trouble or get a few people to help him deal with the black flame python.
Thinking of Song Yin and Chen Yuanxiu, who had embarrassed him, Meng Yikang's face was full of ruthlessness as he turned and flew towards the two of them.
After leaving the unreliable temporary team, Song Yin walked at the front, squatting down to pick any high-quality spiritual herbs she encountered.
Chen Yuanxiu followed behind Song Yin, and the two remained silent the entire way. Although they were supposed to be traveling together, they were always about twenty or thirty meters apart; though they were supposed to be traveling alone, they could always see each other.
Since Song Yin spent a long time collecting spiritual herbs, Chen Yuanxiu would stop and rest for a while about 20 or 30 meters away.
As usual, Song Yin gathered new spiritual herbs, while Chen Yuanxiu leaned against a tree trunk, holding his sword and resting.
Whoosh!
Song Yin stood up and took out her spirit sword. Not far away, Chen Yuanxiu instantly opened his eyes and drew his sword. The two moved in sync, and the sound of their swords being drawn overlapped.
"Fellow Daoist Song, save me! Brother Chen, save me!"
As Song Yin saw the huge figure rushing towards them, she unleashed a barrage of profanities at Meng Yikang.
The beast had attracted a giant black flame python. Judging from its size and strength, it was definitely not weak, but she couldn't discern its exact power.
Chen Yuanxiu loudly reminded Song Yin: "Fellow Daoist Song, be careful! This giant black flame python has already reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm!"
Upon hearing this, Song Yin tightened her lips and held her breath, but her mind was unusually active.
The Nascent Soul stage Black Flame Python was far weaker than her; facing it would only lead to certain death. She had two options: escape or fight alongside Chen Yuanxiu.
Escaping was difficult; that beast Meng Yikang had specifically targeted her, and she was the first to call for help.
Kill Meng Yikang?
No, having more people means having more combat power. Although Meng Yikang isn't human, he can still be of help in battle.
Song Yin: "Fellow Daoist Chen, please be careful. I'll make sure you have plenty of pills!"
If all else fails, there's Elder Wen's sword talisman; if your strength is insufficient, you can use magic weapons to make up for it. In the end, you can always save your life.
Chen Yuanxiu said solemnly, "Thank you."
He now deeply regrets getting to know that scoundrel Meng Yikang. On the contrary, Song Yin, who joined later, is much better and is an excellent choice for the team.
The snake's tail swept across, snapping trees in half. Song Yin and the others ascended into the air on their swords, dodging the snake's tail attack.
Where the snake's tail swept, black flames roared.
Chen Yuanxiu dodged the snake's tail and the black flames, simultaneously attacking the vital spot. Countless silver streaks flashed through the air—the afterimages of Chen Yuanxiu's swordsmanship.
The sword's momentum was like a rainbow, which was enough to show that Chen Yuanxiu had a profound foundation in swordsmanship.
Song Yin looked at the culprit and scolded, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and go help!"
Meng Yikang: "You!"
Song Yin moved like a ghost, appearing in front of Meng Yikang in the blink of an eye, her sword pressed against his neck. "You, the culprit, aren't going to help? Do you expect me, a pill refiner who guards the alchemy furnace every day, to help?"
He swallowed back the curse words. She was right. With the alchemy furnace at his disposal every day, how could he have the time and energy to cultivate other techniques?
“Useless alchemists, you still have to look to me.” Having completely torn off his mask, Meng Yikang no longer addressed himself as “this humble one” but instead used “I”.
Song Yin sheathed her spirit sword, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a fireball flying towards her. She immediately changed direction and dodged.
Meng Yikang also dodged, unleashing a wood-attribute spell at the black flame python.
With Meng Yikang holding off the Black Flame Python's attack, Chen Yuanxiu gained three seconds. His natal sword struck the Black Flame Python, sparks flying as it collided with its scales.
Chen Yuanxiu was heartbroken.
If Meng Yikang hadn't attracted the Nascent Soul stage demon beast, he wouldn't have been in such a dangerous situation.
My natal sword! Damn Meng Yikang, I'll kill you later!
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Author's Note: Song Yin and Chen Yuanxiu: I want Meng Yikang dead! [Angry]
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