After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 928 Deep in the Mountain Ancient Well, the Power of the Life and Death Curse Seal is Displayed!
People who don't know Huang Can are fine, but those who do know him think he's a bit of a show-off, ridiculous.

Song Kaiming, on the other hand, was carefree, jumping around with a fishing rod in hand, thoroughly enjoying himself.

A short while later, a car stopped by the reservoir, and Chen Yang got out of the car.

"So fast?"

Huang Can went to greet him, his face full of surprise.

The call had only been going on for a short time when the person arrived; he even wondered if Chen Yang could fly.

"It just so happens to be nearby."

Chen Yang smiled.

He greeted Xu Dadong and Song Kaiming first, then pulled Huang Can aside.

"what's the situation?"

Beside the car, Chen Yang picked up a bottle of mineral water from the car and handed it to Huang Can.

Huang Can took a sip of water and gestured with his chin toward the entrance to the mountain. "Three people: an old man with a pointed head, a black man, and a young man with a long face. They all look formidable, and their cultivation levels are probably above mine. They just asked us for the location of Tiexiang Temple, and their attitude wasn't very friendly..."

"They approached my brother-in-law first, but he ignored them, and that young man kicked him. How could I possibly stand for that? I immediately confronted them..."

"They probably sensed that I possessed cultivation. That long-faced guy even tried to test me, almost causing me internal injuries..."

"Seeing that there were many of them, I didn't dare to be rude to them anymore. I just pointed them in the right direction, and they all went up the mountain..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yang frowned slightly.

How could asking for directions turn into a feud?

Although Song Kaiming has a rather eccentric temper, he is, after all, a disabled person. For a cultivator to kick a cripple's good leg is, by any measure, going too far.

Unfortunately, Huang Can was only at the Spirit Realm level and couldn't estimate the opponent's exact cultivation level.

Someone who could make Huang Can unable to discern their cultivation level and who openly declared themselves very strong must be at least at the Creation Realm.

Chen Yang looked up towards the mountain and asked, "What did they say they went to Tiexiang Temple for?"

Huang Can shook his head. "That young man was incredibly arrogant. He looked down on me when I asked for directions, so I didn't dare to ask any more questions."

"How dark is that black guy you mentioned?"

"Darker than a crow, he must be a foreigner. He's wearing a suit, very burly, carrying a big suitcase, but he looks a bit dull and not very bright. The old man with the pointed head, on the other hand, has shifty eyes and looks like a goblin; he doesn't look like a good person at all..."

Putting everything else aside, Huang Can's descriptive ability is quite good; the three of them quickly took shape in Chen Yang's mind.

At this moment, Chen Yang began to make plans in his mind.

What were the intentions of several unidentified cultivators, including some foreign ones, who went to Sipan Mountain to find the long-abandoned Tiexiang Temple?

Foreign monk, Black guy?

Chen Yang subconsciously recalled the dark-skinned guy who appeared with Wang Youzhi on Jinjia Mountain that day.

Could it be someone from Kunlun again?

From the Pingtian Sect?

If so, the actions of the Pingtian Sect are far too frequent.

"You guys play for a while and then leave. I'm going up the mountain to take a look."

The Guan family also sent people to dig for fire jade veins on these four mountains. Chen Yang hesitated for a moment, but decided to go up and take a look.

"By yourself? Are you sure you can manage? Or should I come up with you?" Huang Can asked.

He brought the people himself, and he found the venue himself. It's impossible for him to bring the people and then desert, right?
"Stay put and don't join in all the commotion!"

Chen Yang ignored him and walked directly toward the entrance to the mountain path.

Huang Can scratched his head, only able to manage a wry smile.

……

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Chen Yang had been to these four mountain passes many times before and was already very familiar with them.

After a summer, the stone path is covered with a lot more moss, making it very slippery underfoot.

The other party's identity, cultivation level, and purpose were all unknown, so Chen Yang was cautious. There was still some time before nightfall, and although the Moon Shadow Technique couldn't completely hide his figure under strong light, it was more than enough to conceal his aura.

Once he concealed his aura and disappeared into the mountains and forests, even a Dao True Realm expert would have a hard time detecting him.

With the radar deployed, everything within a 640-meter radius was clearly visible.

……

Iron Elephant Temple.

Already in a state of disrepair, after several battles, the already dilapidated Tiexiang Temple was in ruins with its walls collapsed and houses crumbling.

Many of the surrounding trees have been destroyed, and there are broken branches and leaves everywhere. There are large pits scattered on the ground, and no one has come to clean them up.

Three figures arrived in front of the temple and paused briefly upon seeing the dilapidated scene before them.

"Grandpa, it looks like there was a pretty big battle going on here?"

A young man with a face shaped like a shoe sole spoke earnestly to an old man beside him.

His gaze swept over the traces on the surrounding ruins, his eyes sharp as Sherlock Holmes's at a crime scene.

"Ah."

The old man stroked his beard. Putting everything else aside, the old man's head was indeed very pointed, resembling an upside-down melon seed.

"A Dao True Realm sword cultivator, and more than one of them, with traces of the Azure God Sword Technique..." the old man said slowly.

Upon hearing this, the young man frowned, his face growing even longer. "Sir, could it be that we're too late? The person we're looking for doesn't..."

The old man waved his hand, interrupting him, "Don't rush, let's see first."

The three of them went directly into the Iron Elephant Temple. After searching with their spiritual power, they found a dry well in the northeast corner of the ruins of the Heavenly King Hall.

The old man peered inside.

The water in the well had long since dried up, and the bottom was covered with withered leaves.

"Fellow?"

The old man shouted down into the well.

However, there was no response from underground.

The young man's face was grim. "It's been so many years, he couldn't be dead, could he?"

"Be careful what you say."

The old man gave a calm warning.

The young man paused, shut his mouth, and dared not speak again.

"Thirteenth Brother, you and Wencai keep watch up there. I'm going down to check," the old man instructed.

A tall, black man with a towering build nodded slightly.

The old man had already nimbly flipped over and jumped into the bottom of the well.

Although there was no water left at the bottom of the well, it was still slightly damp and had an indescribable smell.

The old man quickly swept the fallen leaves aside, and a round stone slab appeared at the bottom of the well.

The stone slab was covered with obscure runes and fixed to the ground with four chains made of cold iron, making it look like a manhole cover.

The old man's expression relaxed a little when he saw that the stone slab and the iron chain were intact.

He immediately stomped his foot and jumped out of the well.

"Sir, how is it?" the young man asked hurriedly.

The old man nodded slightly. "Still here."

The jade bracelet on her wrist trembled slightly, and two large red plastic buckets, each nearly a meter tall, fell out of thin air.

The young man immediately stepped forward and, together with the old man, opened the lid of the plastic bucket.

An extremely strong smell of blood was released instantly.

It's so addictive!
The two men lifted the bucket, went directly to the well, and tilted the bucket.

Blah blah blah...

Red liquid flowed from the bucket and poured into the well.

The stench of blood was almost overwhelming, filling the entire forest as if it were soaked in blood, both foul and nauseating.

In no time, the two buckets of red liquid were poured out.

Strangely enough, the red liquid poured into the well quickly seeped into the bottom, leaving not a single drop, as if it had been absorbed by something.

"Is that enough?" the young man asked.

The old man stroked his beard. "So much spiritual blood should be enough to awaken him."

Why is there still no response?

The young man peered suspiciously into the well.

"What's the rush? It won't happen that fast."

The old man gave the young man a disdainful look. "The spiritual blood has been absorbed, which proves that he is still alive. Just wait patiently."

The young man nodded.

He looked up at the sky; it was only a little past four in the afternoon, not even five yet. It was still quite bright, and there were still several hours until it got dark. He didn't want to spend the night in these mountains.

The old man glanced at the ruins before him. "I never imagined that in just over twenty years, Tiexiang Temple would have fallen into such a state..."

"Grandpa, have you been to Tiexiang Temple before?" the young man asked.

"Ah."

The old man nodded slightly, as if with a touch of emotion, "I came here once in the summer of the millennium. Back then, there were quite a few people in this temple..."

At this point, as if he had thought of something, he said, "Iron Elephant Temple has two treasures, an iron elephant and a divine cauldron. I know where the iron elephant is, but the whereabouts of the divine cauldron are unknown. Since we are here this time, let's look for it. That divine cauldron is not simple and will be of great use to you..." Upon hearing this, the young man's eyes lit up slightly.

Just as he was about to say something, the old man said, "You and Brother Thirteen stay here and guard this place. I'll go and fetch the iron elephant first."

"I'll go with you."

"No need. You all stay here and guard the area. If anyone approaches, whoever it is, kill them without hesitation."

After the old man finished speaking, he gave the taciturn, dark-skinned man a few more instructions, then darted out of the ruins and nimbly headed into the deep mountains.

……

About a mile away, in a dense forest.

Chen Yang looked at the images transmitted back by the radar, his eyes filled with a hint of doubt.

What are these three up to, acting so suspiciously?
Radar's detection capabilities are not comparable to mental power; it can only detect images and cannot receive sounds. At a distance of more than a mile, Chen Yang had no idea what they were saying.

But one thing is certain: he definitely didn't do anything good.

Since the opponent's strength was unknown, Chen Yang dared not use his mental power to investigate rashly, lest he alert them.

At this moment, they saw the old man with the pointed head enter the deep mountains alone.

This is a good opportunity.

But which side should we address first?
After weighing his options, Chen Yang slid down from the treetop and chased after the pointed-headed old man.

Firstly, the opponent's strength is unknown, and one is always easier to deal with than two.

Secondly, the direction the old man with the pointed head went was probably towards the mine, and Chen Yang didn't know if there were still workers there, so he wanted to be on the safe side.

A stream flows down from the mountaintop. Following the stream upstream, the fire element is exceptionally abundant due to the influence of the fire jade mine. The higher you go, the less vegetation there is. In addition, the Guan family's mining here has damaged the road surface, making the environment look somewhat desolate.

The old man with the pointed head squatted by the stream, scooped up a handful of water, washed his face, and rinsed his mouth.

There's a mixed forest next to us; if we keep walking uphill, we'll be almost there.

However, when he saw the path along the stream that had clearly been worn down by many people, his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

This road is quite wide. In the deep mountains and forests, how could there be such a road that many people have obviously walked on?

At that moment, a sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.

"call out!"

Just as he was about to get up and go to the top of the mountain to check the situation, an alarm bell suddenly went off in the old man's mind as he felt a strong wind coming from behind.

He was crouching down and had no time to dodge. He instinctively turned around and saw a red light rushing straight towards him.

Driven by instinct, the old man reached out and grabbed at the red light.

He initially thought it was some kind of hidden weapon, but he only felt something lightly pat his palm, like a drop of water falling onto his hand.

He quickly brought his left hand to his eyes to look at it, but his palm was empty; there was nothing there.

"what?"

The old man was somewhat taken aback, almost thinking that he had just been in a daze and it was an illusion.

"I wonder which friend is joking with this old man?"

The old man looked back and saw a mixed forest behind him. Since they hadn't reached the mountaintop yet, the influence of fire-attribute energy was relatively small, and the vegetation was still quite lush.

He didn't see any suspicious figures, and when he scanned the forest with his spiritual sense, he found nothing.

"Ok?"

Is this really an illusion?

The old man furrowed his brows into a "几" shape; how could he be wrong?
A sword appeared in his hand, and with a clang, the longsword was drawn.

"Who is it, come out!"

His gaze was fixed on the woods ahead. Although he couldn't see anyone and his spiritual sense couldn't find anything suspicious, his intuition told him that there must be someone in the woods.

There was no response from the woods.

"Humph!"

The old man always trusted his intuition. He snorted coldly, said nothing more, and swept his sword across the room.

"Shh!"

The sword light poured out like flowing water, suddenly spreading out across a large area.

"Crash..."

Large swathes of miscellaneous trees in the forest were chopped down by the sword's blade. Wherever the sword flashed, it was like a lawnmower, felling trees and shrubs in unison.

The noise was quite frightening.

"Whoosh!"

A figure darted out from the mixed woods.

Sure enough, there was someone.

The old man's heart skipped a beat, and he looked the person in front of him up and down.

There was a short-haired young man dressed in casual clothes. He was tall, had decent looks, and appeared clean and refreshing.

As for realm.

The old man's eyes flickered slightly, but they were actually a little blurry.

It seems that this young man probably possesses some kind of treasure that can conceal his aura, which explains why he was able to evade my spiritual detection and sneak up to such a close distance.

So young, even if he has cultivation, he can't be that strong.

But this young man was secretly following him, so his motives must be impure.

"Young man, who are you? What are you doing following me?" the old man asked calmly.

While he was asking the questions, his spirit was still exploring the surroundings, seemingly trying to figure out if the young man was alone.

After all, this place is too close to Mount Emei, and he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

But this is deep in the mountains after all. If this kid is alone, just the fact that he secretly followed him is enough reason for him to get rid of the kid to prevent future troubles.

"call!"

Chen Yang breathed heavily for a few moments, his face turning a little pale.

He had just forcibly condensed a third-tier Life and Death Curse Seal, which almost drained his mind and caused him to faint from exhaustion.

Fortunately, I took some medicine in time and I feel a little better now.

"Heh, you were pretty capable when you were following me, weren't you? What, scared now?"

Seeing Chen Yang's pale face, the old man assumed he was frightened by his earlier actions and gave a disdainful smile.

However, his smile froze on his face the moment it appeared.

A sudden, sharp pain shot through his body, causing his brow to twitch.

"what happened?"

He paused for a moment, then the stinging pain vanished.

"what?"

Just as he was wondering, suddenly, an even greater pain struck.

The old man screamed almost instinctively and collapsed to the ground.

He quickly looked inward and found a strange red energy appearing out of nowhere in his meridians. This energy instantly condensed into tiny needle-like crystals in his meridians.

These needle-like crystals were densely embedded in the walls of his meridians, and the pain was so intense that it seemed to penetrate to the bone marrow, almost unbearable.

The old man only glanced at it with his inner vision before being enveloped by immense pain. He rolled around on the ground, the intense pain causing his consciousness to go blank. He instinctively tried to circulate his internal energy to resist, but the pain only intensified, as if he were being slowly tortured from the inside out.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The screams echoed through the woods, a truly horrific sound.

Does it hurt that much?
Chen Yang watched the old man rolling around on the ground. With a slight manipulation of his primordial spirit power, the tiny red needle-like crystals in the old man's meridians seemed to have been switched off, quickly returning to red energy and hiding inside the old man's true essence, invisible and traceless.

The pain subsided like the receding tide.

"Ouch, ouch..."

The old man lay on the ground, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, and only groaning.

How is this going?

After the intense pain subsided, the old man finally regained some of his senses. What had happened to him all of a sudden?
Recalling what he had just seen through his inner vision, and then thinking about the red light that he had just caught and then disappeared, the old man understood something.

"It's you?"

The old man struggled to his feet, his body still twitching slightly from muscle memory. He looked at Chen Yang, his face filled with extreme anger and murderous intent. "What did you do to me?"

A powerful pressure from the primordial spirit was suddenly released, pressing down on Chen Yang.

However, Chen Yang was not affected at all.

After refining the elixir, Chen Yang's complexion has improved considerably.

"It seems you haven't grasped the situation yet." Chen Yang calmly shook his head. "Want to experience it again?"

"court death!"

The old man flew into a rage, grabbed his longsword, and was about to slash at Chen Yang.

How could a powerful early-stage Dao Realm expert like myself be manipulated by such an unknown brat? No matter what he did to me, killing him would provide the answer.

"what……"

However, the moment he raised his sword, the intense pain struck again.

He didn't want to scream, but he still cried out uncontrollably. The longsword slipped from his hand, and he fell to the ground again, rolling around and screaming in agony.

(End of this chapter)