"You … Why are you here too?" Fatty finally reacted. "I … I'm not dead?!"
"Almost," Lonemoon replied. His eyes darkened as he looked at Fatty and asked, "What exactly happened? Who trapped you here? And this array formation … Is it trying to use you as a blood sacrifice? "
Fatty faltered. As if recalling something, his face turned pale. He hurriedly said, "Go, leave this place quickly. They'll be … back soon. "
"Who are you talking about? Divine Imperial Sect? "
"There's no time to explain." He looked at the passage on the right in horror. He pushed the three of them hard. "If you don't leave now, you won't be able to. I beg you, leave quickly! There are too many of them. You can't beat them. "
"Someone's coming!" Yi Qing suddenly said. "Three traveling immortals."
Fatty's face turned even paler. He looked like the sky was falling.
"What do we do?"
"Leave here first!" Lonemoon said.
"It's no use!" Fatty shook his head in despair. "There's only one passage on the right. We can't get out …"
"Who said we're going to the right passage?" Lonemoon gave Yi Qing a look.
"Eh?"
Fatty faltered. Before he could react, the four of them flashed and disappeared on the spot.
In the next moment, they appeared in the sky above Divine Imperial Sect. Lonemoon's concealment array was activated instantly. The crowd below had yet to disperse. They surrounded the cultivator who had just broken through to the Soul Formation stage. Everyone's faces were filled with joy. Their smiles were especially … irritating!
Shen Ying's eyes narrowed. "Chef …"
"Yes, Master!" Yi Qing nodded. His figure flashed and he flew out directly.
In an instant, he transformed into his original form. A huge golden dragon appeared in the sky. A dragon's roar reverberated through the clouds, causing the entire world to shake.
The noisy crowd fell silent. They raised their heads in disbelief and looked at the huge golden dragon hidden in the clouds.
"Dragon … Dragon, the phenomenon just now … Isn't it over?"
Before the crowd could react, the huge dragon's body glowed. With a loud boom, a purple bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck directly at the person who had just gone through the tribulation.
"Ah!"
Before the people surrounding them could react, they heard the cultivator in the middle scream in pain. The spiritual energy he had just condensed dissipated, and his cultivation level dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye. From the early stage of Soul Formation, he fell all the way to the Nascent Soul stage, then the Golden Core stage … He was about to fall into the Foundation Establishment stage. Only then did the surrounding cultivators react and stabilize his cultivation.
This unforeseen event happened so suddenly that everyone didn't even have time to react before the Soul Formation cultivator dropped to the Golden Core cultivator. When everyone looked up again, the giant dragon in the sky had disappeared, as if it had never been there.
Heaven and earth phenomenon, buy one get one free!
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In the eyes of cultivators, the fatty's injuries were actually superficial wounds that were the least important. Even if he was just an Aura Refining cultivator of the lowest level, a few dozen scars on his body would not be a problem at all. However, the fatty was just a mortal. Furthermore, he didn't even have the slightest bit of Spirit Qi, the kind that could kill him if he caught a serious cold. The bone-deep wounds on his body caused a large amount of blood loss, and under the situation where there was no Spirit Qi in his body, even his vitality dissipated.
If they found him a little later, or if it wasn't them who went, then they might really have to go to the Underworld to find him. Lonemoon looked at the fatty in front of him, who was like a lump of meat, occupying the whole bed, and finally completely awake. He felt a little regret in his heart. Back then, he did see that there was something strange about the fatty. After knowing him for a while, he shouldn't have allowed him to be brought back.
The elixir he stuffed into his hands was an immortal-grade elixir refined by Boss Lan, mainly because he really didn't have any elixirs from the Lower World on him. The injuries on the fatty's body were healed, but as a mortal, he still couldn't withstand the medicinal effects of the elixir. Halfway through bringing him away, he fainted again. In the end, it was Shen Ying who found him in time and patted him, causing him to spit out the half-dissolved elixir. Only then did he wake up.
After realizing that they had already left Divine Imperial Sect, the fatty was a little happy at first, but in less than two seconds, his expression fell instantly. His fat face was almost squeezed into a lump of meat, his expression was complicated, and his eyes were full of worry as he looked at them. He couldn't help but hurriedly persuade them.
"Miss Shen, why don't you send me back? Then stay far away, pretend that you don't know anything, and don't mention to anyone that you saw me. "
"You want to go back?" Lonemoon scanned him from head to toe, a little angry that he didn't want to fight back. "And then let someone perform a blood sacrifice again?"
Hui Ze's face paled, as if his Achilles' heel had been poked, his entire person sagged. His hands subconsciously gripped the corner of his clothes, and he lowered his head, his entire person emanating an aura of despair. After a while, he replied in a low voice, "I … I'm fine."
"Alright, don't mess around, we're already in the same boat. Even if you don't want to implicate us, it's already too late." Lonemoon sighed. "Besides, do you think that if we let you go, Divine Imperial Sect really won't be able to find any clues at all?" Actually, they really couldn't find anything. With their cultivation, even the entire Lower World combined would not be able to find any traces of them, much less with Shen Ying here.
Yet Fatty's face was already ashen, his eyes filled with guilt.
"Tell me, what's going on with you as a sect master?" Lonemoon asked directly. "Why can your blood help people resist the Heavenly Thunder?"
Fatty's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head in silence for a while before he slowly opened his mouth. "Well, I don't know either …" He wanted to smile out of habit, but it seemed like he was crying. Perhaps knowing that his disguise was almost gone, Fatty didn't hide anything and told him everything.
He was already the sect master of Divine Imperial Sect from the time he could remember, and lived on the main peak since he was young. Although it was called the main peak, it was actually a lone peak above the Sacred Nether Forest, far away from the sect. Because it was surrounded by dense forests with demon beasts, the only way to pass through was by Sword Kinesis, but he had a useless spirit root and was born unable to cultivate. So he had never taken a step out of the main peak.
The immortal sect had always valued the aptitude of immortal cultivators, but they were very polite to him who couldn't cultivate. Although they didn't really need him to manage Divine Imperial Sect, but whether it was food or clothing, everything was unique. Basically, he could have whatever he wanted. Even the traveling immortals or Soul Formation elders of the sect would come to the peak to see him from time to time, to discuss some matters big and small with him. Even the disciples who usually guarded the main peak were at least Golden Core cultivators. They looked very respectful, but of course, it was just looking …
"When did you start to notice that something was wrong?" Lonemoon asked directly.
Fatty's eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists by his side before saying in a low voice, "Since I was five years old, every person who came to see me in the sect would … take something away. At first, it was just hair, nails, and the like, but slowly it turned into blood, flesh, or … "His body trembled, and he subconsciously hugged his left hand.
The three people opposite him were silent, and Lonemoon's expression darkened directly. He had just treated Fatty's injury, and naturally knew what was different about his left hand, there were signs of broken limbs regrowing.
"Shit!"
He couldn't help but curse out loud, suddenly feeling that Chef's lightning strike just now was too light.
That group of cultivators practically raised Fatty like a pig, and the kind that made use of him repeatedly. They seemed to be good to Fatty on the surface, but they only wanted him to stay in the sect willingly and be at their mercy. From time to time, they would let out some blood, cut off some flesh, and give him some spirit medicine to let him grow back. What a good plan!
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