Embers of Sword

Chapter 496 Black Clothes
"I smelled the familiar scent of blood."

The main hall of the secret mausoleum was shrouded in ghosts, a huge soul banner was stuck in the ground, and countless ghosts wandered around the hall.

The treasures on the pillars of this great hall have been looted.

The twelve armored giants, their armor shattered, knelt on the ground.

Master Baihe crushed the "Nine-Turn Vermilion Pill" he had looted from the main hall. This was a treasure that the evil cultivators of Yinshan had been dreaming of. It could strengthen one's divine sea by absorbing a mouthful of blood essence, and its value would double with each revolution. At this moment, he threw the pill out without hesitation.

Dozens of Yinshan disciples darted back and forth amidst the blood mist that erupted from the shattered Vermilion Pill, devouring it greedily.

For them, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Amidst the chaos and turmoil.

Master Baihe Renzuka frowned as he gazed into the darkness and nothingness not far away.

"The familiar smell of blood?"

Beside Renzuka, a figure dressed in black stood silently.

The main hall was filled with revelry, while those in black remained silent.

He didn't take any of the treasures; he simply watched as the Yinshan disciples in the main hall danced wildly like blood fleas.

"It's the aura of the 'Plague Daoist'..."

Ren Zhong thought for a moment and then smiled, "The Heavenly Puppet Sect seems to be nearby?"

"This place is complicated; we need to meet up as soon as possible."

The man in black simply spoke, saying just this one sentence.

"That makes sense, but it takes about 15 minutes to digest the cinnabar pill."

Renzuka pondered for a moment, then smiled helplessly.

He was quite different from other cultivators in the heretical sect.

If it were the Plague Daoist, he would have kept all the treasures he found, and would never have shared them unless his elders came... But the White Crane Daoist was different. He generously gave out the Vermilion Pills, allowing his junior brothers to eat their fill.

"..."

The man in black furrowed his brow slightly.

He didn't like Renzuka's style.

But clearly, this White Ghost's chief disciple had no intention of leaving so soon... The Dao Master had said that this secret tomb was ever-changing, with four secret halls complementing each other to form a grand formation. This formation could change at any moment; if they waited here for even half an hour, who knew what might happen?
"Aren't you afraid that the 'Plague Taoist' will encounter an accident?"

"It would be better if he were dead."

Renzuka still wore that gentle smile, but his words carried a faint chill.

He raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "These are all the treasures in this secret tomb... Isn't it a good thing that the Plague Daoist is dead?"

"I gonna go see."

The man in black fell silent again, but he was no longer going to wait.

The bloody wind of Yinshan made him feel nauseous.

"It's dark and the road is long, fellow Daoist, please be careful."

The White Crane Daoist pointed in the direction of the bloody aura and smiled as he reminded, "'Plague Daoist' is quite powerful. If this guy has really been killed, then you'd better be careful, fellow Daoist..."

"No need to bother."

The man in black responded expressionlessly, then rode away on his sword, transforming into a long, dark rainbow.

"You ungrateful animal."

The man in black then darted out of the main hall.

The smile on Renzuka's face immediately vanished.

He stared in the direction where the black clothes had disappeared and spoke coldly.

This time, his master insisted that he travel with this person when he entered the Abyss... Ren Zhong didn't really care, but when he saw the "swordsmanship" displayed by this black-clad man, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart. Ten years ago, he participated in the Battle of the North Sea, and together with Bai Gui, he killed Xie Xuanyi, finally forcing Xie Xuanyi to commit suicide by jumping into the sea.

these years.

Renzuka was constantly restless and unable to eat or sleep.

Although Xie Xuanyi is dead...

But every time he closes his eyes, he always thinks of Beihai ten years ago.

That battle was incredibly fierce.

Even with a top-tier being like his master, who transcended the Yin God realm, overseeing him, Xie Xuanyi still slaughtered everyone in his path. His Lotus Peak swordsmanship slain countless cultivators from Yin Mountain... On that day, the shores of the North Sea were littered with corpses, and he survived only by sheer luck.

After that, Renzuka thought he would never see such swordsmanship again in his life. But unexpectedly...

This black-clad swordsmanship... it's at the Dao realm...

He looks exactly like Xie Xuanyi from ten years ago.

Being with him constantly reminded Renzuka of the tragic scene in Beihai ten years ago.

"Big brother."

Suddenly, a huge head emerged from the blood mist and reached Renzuka's shoulder.

The head grinned foolishly, its face covered in scars: "...This 'cinnabar pill' is really delicious."

"This is a real treasure."

Renzuka's gaze softened, and he rubbed the big head, laughing, "Do you like it? If you like it, eat more, and you'll become stronger."

The White Demon has twelve disciples.

Apart from the youngest member, Yoyuki Masato.

His most beloved disciple was his second junior brother, Zhong Sha. Zhong Sha had joined the sect around the same time as him and they had been together for nearly sixty years. Unfortunately, Zhong Sha was born with a deficiency and lacked intelligence, making him no different from a six or seven-year-old child. However, he was born with superhuman strength and, with the help of countless rare and precious materials, became the only person in Yinshan to temper his physical body and enter the Yin God Realm through martial arts.

"hey-hey……"

Zhong Sha grinned, "If I eat more, will I become as powerful as my senior brother?"

Renzuka smiled but remained silent.

Zhong Sha suddenly gazed into the distance and murmured, "Why did that guy leave?"

"That guy is not one of us."

Renzuka said quietly, "It's better that he's gone. It's best if he doesn't come back. If the Plague Taoist dies, it's best if he dies too."

"Senior Brother... seems to really dislike him?"

Zhong Sha blinked, somewhat confused, and asked, "Master said he seemed to be a very important person... Is it alright if he dies?"

Renzuka sighed softly.

This silly junior brother...

“I do hate him, but I wish he were dead… but that’s just talk. The most urgent thing right now is to eradicate the Great Chu cultivator. If he’s alive, at least he can help us kill some people.” Ren Zhong said helplessly, “Although this guy’s aura is disgusting, at least he doesn’t care about the treasures in the secret tomb.”

They just had a battle.

This guy also killed several armored giants.

In terms of combat strength, it is quite formidable.

"If my senior brother hates him, then I hate him too."

Zhong Sha said seriously, "I'll eat him once we leave the Secret Tomb."

"idiot."

Ren Zhong patted his junior brother's head: "It's not that simple... Regardless of whether you are his match or not, if we really eat him, we will be severely punished. Now even Yinshan has to obey the orders of the Paper Doll Sect... We may have to live under someone else's roof in the future."

"Living under someone else's roof..."

Zhong Sha was filled with bewilderment.

He didn't understand what the word meant.

"Although we were enemies before, we are not now."

Renzuka lowered his eyes and patiently explained, "You just need to remember... he's with us."

"That means you can't eat it."

Zhong Sha nodded, indicating that he understood. Then, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the other end of the hall, saying with some surprise, "He's back..."

Renzuka narrowed his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, Renzuka felt the Great Lotus Sword Intent that he so despised...

really.

A jet-black rainbow, riding on sword energy, tore through the shadows and landed before the main hall.

The shadows gradually dissipated, revealing the newcomer in black clothes and with a cold expression.

It was the "black-clad" who had left and then returned.

(End of this chapter)