Fairy, help me cultivate.

Jiang Bailin nodded and followed him as they flew towards Jinchang City again.

Throughout the journey, Chen Yao remained silent, pondering the matter. He had a rough idea that the jade slip might be helpful in dealing with Pang Xi, but he didn't know how to use it.

Moreover, it is very likely that even the Golden Dragon Ancestor himself did not know how to use it, otherwise why would he sacrifice himself to incite internal strife in Jinchang City?

He should be quite certain that Jinlong had sacrificed himself, because Jinlong did not come, nor did he send any signal.

If even Jinlong himself couldn't handle the enemy, how could he and Jiang Bailin possibly defeat them?

Chen Yao has reservations.

"Since the city is already in turmoil, why don't we sneak into the depths of the city lord's mansion and search it out? It's best to avoid fighting, so as not to waste time and delay our important business. What do you say?"

"It's best to avoid contact with Pang Xi if possible," Chen Yao told Jiang Bailin.

Jiang Bailin wasn't entirely a brainless brute. After thinking for a moment, he said, "The others in the city aren't much of a threat, but this Pang Xi is indeed a bit strange. We should avoid him if we can. I believe the Ancestor can handle him, so we don't need to cause any trouble."

Seeing how confident she was in Jinlong, Chen Yao couldn't help but glance at her, but said nothing.

Having reached an agreement, the two went directly around to the north of the city and jumped over the back wall of the city lord's mansion.

As expected, without Pang Xi present, the City Lord's Mansion did not have the function of imprisoning divine sense.

Standing in the secluded back garden of the city lord's mansion, one can still hear the deafening clamor of explosions throughout the city. The wind from the south of the city rises and falls intermittently, carrying with it the smell of smoke and blood.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

Regardless, the gap in strength is simply too great.

Chen Yao's expression darkened as he thought of the Golden Dragon Ancestor and those commoners.

"here."

Jiang Bailin, using some unknown method, quickly found the place that should be investigated first, took Chen Yao's wrist, and headed towards a gilded arrow tower by the water.

Two Foundation Establishment cultivators were guarding outside the tower. Before they could even be noticed, Jiang Bailin had already ripped off their heads without anyone noticing.

Chen Yao was astonished, completely baffled as to how she had mastered such a killing technique.

Jiang Bailin searched the two men and found a gold leaf key. He said calmly, "I have been a member of the Jiang Clan's Night Blade since I was a child. I fought my way up step by step. It was not much easier than the path of cultivation."

The Night Blade is an elite disciple organization of the Jiang clan specializing in secrecy and assassination.

Chen Yao nodded: "It must have been very tough, right?"

Jiang Bailin inserted the gold leaf key into the lock, turned it with a "click," and pushed open the heavy door.

"I never felt that way before..." She looked at Chen Yao with a smile, "Why do I feel wronged now that you asked me that?"

Chen Yao smiled and said, "Then I won't ask."

After saying that, he first stepped into the somewhat dimly lit porch.

Jiang Bailin glared at Chen Yao's retreating figure and stomped her silver high heels that covered her delicate pink feet.

The porch was long and narrow, with only a very narrow horizontal window at the top of the main entrance, so after a few steps inside, it was as dark as night.

"The person who built this city lord's mansion was really not very clever; the lighting is terrible."

Chen Yao casually commented as they arrived at the main entrance leading from the porch into the building.

He looked at the red-lacquered door and, for some reason, felt a strong urge to push it open.

Jiang Bailin also hesitated.

The two exchanged a glance.

"I just don't want to go in."

Chen Yao said that.

Jiang Bailin nodded: "This means there's something fishy going on inside, and we should go in and take a look."

"Ready?"

Chen Yao drew his spear and sword.

Jiang Bailin gripped the silver hairpin.

The spear stretched out, pushing against the gate.

"Squeak-yah-"

The heavy door hinges rattled and twisted.

The door was half open.

A nauseating stench assaulted the senses, like a corpse nest that had been left to rot for centuries before being opened.

It has no taste, only an odor, yet it is extremely unpleasant.

Chen Yao retracted his spear, held it horizontally in front of his chest, and took a step.

"Wait!"

Jiang Bailin stopped him. He turned around, and Jiang Bailin stepped forward: "I'm wearing the armor you gave me. I'll stand in front of you."

Seeing that her eyebrows were slightly raised and her eyes left no room for doubt, Chen Yao had no choice but to let her be.

As Jiang Bailin stepped into the building, he entered a dimly lit lobby.

It's hot.

It was nauseatingly hot, still tasteless, but with a pungent, sweet-smelling odor that went straight to the heart.

"A murderous aura was palpable."

Jiang Bailin frowned and spoke in a low voice.

The lights were red, and the creaking sound of metal scraping came from the ceiling, where a hanging platform was filled with unevenly placed red candles.

The tears stuck together and solidified, leaving long, solidified drips.

It gives one the feeling of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Apart from the shadows swaying from side to side with the scraping of metal, there was nothing else in the hall.

It was empty, yet it felt as if it were filled with something that was difficult to soothe.

"This place is too eerie. Have you sensed any clues about Jiu Luo?"

Jiang Bailin's reminder prompted Chen Yao to release his divine sense, which felt like being naked and immersed in a stinking pool of corpses, causing him to gag.

Nothing was found.

He took out the blood-red jade slip from his sleeve.

The lights flickered on briefly, then quickly dimmed again.

There's nothing else suspicious about it.

"what is that?"

Jiang Bailin then noticed the jade slip in Chen Yao's hand.

"Have you seen the thing that our ancestor gave me?"

Jiang Bailin shook his head: "Such a strong killing intent."

Chen Yao looked at the jade slip: "Perhaps it really is related to this place. Let's look for other rooms; maybe there are some formations there."

"good."

Chapter 150 The Shadow Under the Candle Blood

After searching all the walls and pillars of the hall without finding anything, the two arrived at the dark little doorway.

"The murderous aura here is even stronger."

Standing outside the dark, narrow door, Jiang Bailin hesitated to move forward.

Chen Yao also felt inexplicably heavy-hearted.

Outside the half-open gate, the clamor and shouts of battle from the entire city could be heard, louder than before, or perhaps even closer.

"We have to go and take a look."

Chen Yao stepped into the black door, and his eyes lit up.

When I turned around, there was no trace of the door.

Teleportation array?

Chen Yao protected his heart with his sword: "Bai Lin?"

no respond.

He looked around and saw another large hall.

The layout and shape are exactly the same as the hall we just saw.

There are just a few too many decorations.

The candlelight from the chandelier on the ceiling shone brightly, illuminating the hall exceptionally well.

The long shadows cast in the center of the hall swayed in all directions, flickering with the candlelight.

"Uh--"

The roars of half-human, half-beast beings echoed from the center of the hall.

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

The slightly sticky dripping sound also came from there.

The smell of blood was faint.

Chen Yao focused his spiritual energy into his eyes, but strangely found that even under such bright candlelight, he still couldn't see the scene in the center of the hall.

The dripping sound grew louder.

Black shadows dripped from the branches of the chandelier.

Candle tears?

"Uh--"