Martial Universe: The Eyes That Determine the Fate

Chapter 45 The Double-Pupiled One Went to Yan City

The young man appeared to be quite young, but he already harbored some apprehension. He had thought that by sending out this group of elites, even if they couldn't kill him, they could at least ascertain his strength and bring back news. However, to his utter surprise, they had vanished without a trace, without even causing a ripple.

Wei Tong narrowed his eyes, a chilling killing intent flashing in them. His Yuan energy was subtly surging, carrying an imposing aura of impending doom.

"I demand to see him alive or dead. Immediately send more men to search along the main road towards Qingyang Town, digging three feet into the ground, find him no matter what!"

A cold shout resounded in the hall, carrying an undeniable authority, and surging Yuan energy spread out, causing the candlelight in the hall to flicker violently.

"yes!"

Several trusted confidants bowed and accepted the order without hesitation. They turned and left quickly, gathering more men and speeding towards Qingyang Town.

Along the desolate ancient road, the grass and trees are withered and yellow, the mountains rise and fall in a continuous stretch, and the forests are dense, exuding a desolate and bleak atmosphere.

The search party dispatched by the Blood Robe Sect proceeded along the official road, leaving no corner unchecked, and investigated along the way.

As you venture deeper into a forest, the atmosphere grows increasingly gloomy. The wind howls through the woods like the weeping of the dead, and a faint, lingering scent of blood drifts through the air, barely perceptible yet penetrating the nostrils, making your heart sink.

Everyone's expressions turned solemn. They gripped their weapons tightly and cautiously moved towards the depths of the forest, following the scent of blood.

Before long, a vast, empty mountain valley came into view. When they saw the scene inside, all the searchers gasped, stopped abruptly, and turned ashen-faced. A chill ran from their feet to the top of their heads.

Inside the mountain valley, a dozen or so corpses lay scattered on the ground, belonging to the elite group of fighters that the sect leader had sent out a few days earlier.

The corpse lay stiff and cold, silently nestled among the withered yellow grass. Blood had long since soaked the earth, congealing into a dark, gruesome blackish-red. A mountain wind swept through, carrying with it the thick stench of blood and death, sending chills down one's spine.

The group rushed forward, their eyes scanning each corpse, their horror growing ever stronger.

Most of these dead bodies did not bear gruesome wounds from swords and knives, but their eyes were wide open, filled with extreme fear and disbelief, as if they had witnessed the most terrifying sight in the world before they died.

The manner of this death was extremely bizarre.

The searchers exchanged bewildered glances, each seeing deep fear and unease in the other's eyes. Such strength was terrifying; just who was this young man?

"There's still a breath! There's still someone alive here!"

Suddenly, a low shout broke the silence.

Everyone hurriedly looked in the direction of the sound and saw a Blood Robe Sect disciple lying on the ground in the corner of the pile of corpses, barely alive. All the meridians in his body were broken, and his life force was on the verge of extinction. He was only clinging to his last breath, and his lips were trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Several people quickly stepped forward, carefully helped him up, and listened intently to his ear.

The surviving disciple, his breath weak and intermittent, murmured the same sentence repeatedly, each word filled with a deep-seated fear: "The one with double pupils—it's the one with double pupils—he's already gone to Flame City—"

As soon as he finished speaking, his head lolled to the side, and he breathed his last. His eyes remained wide open, frozen in that indelible fear.

Double pupils!

They've headed towards Yan City!

These few words, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's ears, sending a chill down their spines.

No one dared to linger. They hastily collected the bodies of their companions and, carrying this shocking news, rushed back to the Blood Robe Sect at full speed to report to Wei Tong.

In the courtyard, the setting sun completely disappeared into the mountains, and night quietly enveloped the earth.

The pale moonlight fell down, its clear radiance like water, covering the bluestone courtyard.

Li Yi remained seated, his aura calm and restrained. The spiritual power within his mind was gradually resonating with his divine thoughts in a strange way.

He no longer insisted on forcibly solidifying his form, but gradually grasped the operating rules of his own spiritual power, letting it flow naturally without going against his nature, allowing it to follow his mind.

Zi Yue had already quietly left, leaving him alone to meditate and comprehend.

A gentle evening breeze caressed the trees, casting swaying shadows. All around was tranquility, broken only by the low chirping of insects, which made the night even more peaceful.

Li Yi slowly calmed himself down, opened his eyes, and a fleeting glint of light flashed in his double pupils, revealing a deep and serene expression, tinged with a hint of enlightenment.

Although his attempt today failed to condense the Divine Needle, it allowed him to see the fundamental characteristics of his own spiritual power, which was quite a gain.

If you can't force it, then go with the flow.

If the methods of talismanic arts are not suitable for him, then he will forge his own path.

He slowly rose, stretched his body, and his internal energy flowed slowly. After half a day of meditation, his mind became more and more calm, and his aura became more and more refined.

Feeling a slight hunger pang in his stomach, he turned and slowly walked back to the inn. After a short rest to cleanse himself of the world's troubles, he lay cross-legged on the bed.

As night deepened, moonlight streamed through the window, falling upon the boy's quiet profile.

Li Yi closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and stopped thinking about the matter of talismanic materialization. He let his body and mind sink into tranquility, and soon fell asleep.

The turmoil and dangers of the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with him at this moment.

He was unaware that the group of people he had casually wiped out had already caused a huge uproar in the Blood Robe Sect, and he was also unaware that the name of the double-pupiled one had already fallen into the ears of those with ulterior motives.

The Blood-Clad Sect's Council Hall.

The night was deep, and the palace was brightly lit, yet it could not dispel the oppressive and chilling atmosphere.

The search party had returned and reported to Wei Tong everything they had seen in the desolate mountains and wilderness, including the surviving disciple's last words.

Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Wei Tong sat upright in the main seat, his aura icy and chilling. His face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his eyes were surging with murderous intent, like a lurking ferocious beast, showing signs of going berserk.

More than a dozen elite soldiers perished in bizarre circumstances, leaving no clue as to how their opponents made their moves. All that remained was the name "Double Pupil" and traces of their journey to Yan City.

An uncontrollable surge of anger and humiliation instantly welled up in Wei Tong's heart.

Those were his carefully cultivated and capable men, and to have them all slaughtered so silently was undoubtedly a slap in the face to his Blood Robe Sect and to Wei Tong himself.

A surge of overwhelming rage welled up within him; he wished he could set out immediately, drag out the so-called double-pupiled person, and tear him to pieces to vent his hatred.

The confidants in the hall were all silent, no one dared to speak at this moment, they could only silently lower their heads and feel the terrifying pressure emanating from Wei Tong.

However, after his anger raged for a long time, Wei Tong's violent temper gradually subsided, and a complex sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes, which was then replaced by deeper contemplation.

After his initial outrage subsided, reason gradually returned, and he was forced to confront a more thorny and realistic problem.