“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Just then, three figures appeared at the scene.
One of them, wearing a blood-red mask, spoke in a sinister tone: “Blood Refining Demon Lord, hand over the Break-Stage Grass.”
“Hmph... I didn't fucking get it either! I was too late, someone beat me to the punch...” Blood Refining Demon Lord cursed in frustration as he glared at the three before him.
Even though they wore masks, he knew they had to be the old fossils from the three major sects of the Eastern Province.
“Hmph... Since you won't hand it over willingly, Blood Refining Demon Lord, don't blame us for being ruthless...” As the masked figure in blood-red finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and struck.
“Boom! Boom!”
For a moment, the battle raged so fiercely that the sky grew dark and the mountains cracked. The three launched a frenzy of attacks against Blood Refining Demon Lord.
“Boom!”
Facing their combined assault, Blood Refining Demon Lord realized he couldn't hold them off. He was forced to activate a secret technique to flee in panic.
“Damn it...”
Once Blood Refining Demon Lord had escaped, the three who had besieged him finally took off their masks.
It was exactly as Blood Refining Demon Lord had guessed. The three were indeed the ancestors of the three major sects of the Eastern Province, all of them powerful Unity-stage cultivators.
“Do you think that old geezer actually got the Break-Stage Grass?” the Haoran Sect Ancestor asked.
The Dingyuan Sect Ancestor shook his head. “I don't know, but looking at how furious he was, it didn't seem like it...”
The exceptionally beautiful ancestor of the Zixuan Sect, dressed in purple robes, nodded in agreement.
“If he didn't take it, then who did?” the Haoran Sect Ancestor muttered to himself.
The Dingyuan Sect Ancestor and the other shook their heads.
“Sigh... Just whose hands did the Break-Stage Grass end up in? If it really is in that old monster's hands, and he manages to break through to the Mahayana stage, it will be a complete disaster for our Eastern Province...” The Haoran Sect Ancestor looked into the distance, unable to hide his worry.
The other two also looked deeply concerned.
“Let's go back and have Shi Banxian perform a divination. We absolutely cannot let the demonic cultivators of the Northern Province obtain it,” the Dingyuan Sect Ancestor said solemnly.
“Whoosh... Whoosh...”
With a flash, the three of them vanished from the spot.
By this point, the area was already in complete ruins.
Hei Lingyue and Ye Fan's corpse had been caught in the aftershocks of the clash between the Haoran Sect Ancestor and the others, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
In a way, her wish had been fulfilled—she would be with Ye Fan forever.
“Thud!”
Dust flew and grass clippings swirled in the air...
After Lu Ming was thrown out of the spatial distortion, his head spun wildly, and his internal organs felt as if they had been thoroughly crushed. His vision swam with darkness, and he barely had the strength to stand.
Waves of dizziness washed over him. He forced himself to prop up his upper body and surveyed his surroundings.
“Where on earth did we end up?” Lu Ming asked, staring at the dense forest around them.
Big Yellow, still stumbling around like a drunkard, shook its head.
“Woof, woof!!”
“I don't know either! According to the coordinates of the teleportation array Wang Defa gave us, we were supposed to land outside Yanwu City in the Eastern Province. But this place definitely doesn't look like it!”
Lu Ming nodded. It was obvious that their teleportation array had malfunctioned because it was attacked.
“Audacious human! How dare you trespass into demon race territory? You are courting death!” Just then, a deep, booming voice rang out.
Lu Ming was startled and spun around, his eyes instantly widening.
Standing not far away was a creature with the body of a man but the head of a pig, brandishing a cold, gleaming steel pitchfork. Its large eyes stared at Lu Ming and Big Yellow with intense wariness!
“Woof, woof!?” Big Yellow shook its head, wondering if its eyes were playing tricks. How is there a person with a pig's head?
“I'm going to report you! I'm going to expose you! A member of the Xiaotian Imperial Clan, actually colluding with a human...” The pig-headed man shouted again, pointing his steel pitchfork at Big Yellow.
Lu Ming couldn't help but turn to look at Big Yellow: “You're royalty?”
Big Yellow was also completely bewildered. Do I look like royalty to you?
Lu Ming nodded. “I don't know if you're royalty, but you're definitely a yellow dog.”
Big Yellow was rendered speechless. Any human would know that!
Just then, Big Yellow blurred and reappeared right next to the pig-headed man: “Is this pig head of yours real?”
As it barked, it reached out with a paw and yanked the creature's large ear.
“Ow, ow, ow! It hurts! Let go! Let go of me right now...”
“Woof, woof!!”
After feeling it with its paw, Big Yellow looked back at Lu Ming. It was real! It felt just like the braised pig ears Old Man Liu made back in Peace Town.
Hearing Big Yellow's words, Lu Ming stared at the pig ears and swallowed hard. Cold-tossed pig ears actually sound pretty delicious right now!
“Whoosh!”
Seeing that this human and dog completely ignored him, the pig-headed man flew into a rage. He thrust his steel pitchfork straight at Lu Ming.
“Smack!”
Lu Ming reached out and grabbed one of the pitchfork's tines, stopping it dead in its tracks.
“Huh?” A look of confusion flashed across the pig-headed man's small eyes. He quickly circulated his technique and pushed forward with all his might, but the pitchfork still didn't budge an inch.
The pig-headed man looked at Lu Ming, then down at his pitchfork. He let go of the weapon and asked, “Am I no match for you?”
Lu Ming was taken aback. Are you seriously asking that?
Big Yellow was equally speechless. Is this guy stupid?
Lu Ming looked at the pig-headed man. “What's your cultivation level?”
“Second rank!” the pig-headed man replied.
Lu Ming grinned. “I'm third rank.”
Hearing this, the pig-headed man frowned and looked up at Lu Ming: “Is second rank stronger, or is third rank stronger?” He remembered knowing the answer to this before.
Lu Ming's mouth twitched. “Third rank is stronger.”
Terror instantly filled the pig-headed man's eyes: “Third rank? Then I really can't beat you!”
Lu Ming's mouth twitched again. You're just fucking realizing this now?!
Big Yellow looked up at the sky. How did this person—no, this pig—manage to grow this big without being stewed and eaten?
Just then, Lu Ming bared his pearly white teeth and said menacingly, “That's right. You can't beat me.”
Shivering from head to toe, the pig-headed man put on a pitiful face: “Senior, if I say I didn't mean it, you'll forgive me, right?”
Lu Ming nodded. “I'll ask you a few questions. Answer them well, and I'll forgive you.”
“Hehe... Ask away, Senior!” The pig-headed man grinned and said.
“Where is this place?”
“The demon race territory!”
“Why did you say it's a member of the Xiaotian Imperial Clan?” Lu Ming asked, pointing at Big Yellow.
Hearing the question, the pig-headed man looked at Big Yellow and blinked: “Doesn't the Xiaotian Imperial Clan look exactly like that?”
“Thump!”
Lu Ming raised his hand and knocked the pig-headed man unconscious with a single blow.
“Dongfang Big Yellow, are you royalty?” It was obvious that Big Yellow's identity was far from simple.
Hearing Lu Ming's question, Big Yellow shook its head: “Woof, woof!! I don't know!”
Lu Ming nodded. After a moment of silence, he asked, “Do you remember how you ended up in Peace Town?”
“Woof, woof...!”
Big Yellow thought for a moment. It had been rescued and brought back by Lu Ming's father.
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