Shen Yebai pondered to himself, but did not tell Qin Moyu about these things.
Qin Moyu was shocked to learn the truth about the Abyss, but his immediate priority was to leave the Abyss and head to the Western Continent. After a short rest, he and Shen Yebai continued on their way. They didn't know how long they had been walking, but the scenery before them finally changed from yellow sand to dark soil.
However, the two dared not let their guard down. It took Qin Moyu quite a while to finally breathe a sigh of relief after walking out of the dark mud.
Before the two could even speak, Shen Yebai suddenly pulled Qin Moyu aside. With a loud bang, a deep pit appeared where Qin Moyu had been standing.
"Who?" Shen Yebai asked sharply, looking to the left front.
There were two people, an old man and a young man, standing to the left front. They both had similar patterns on their faces, and not far away was a person who had fallen into a coma.
The younger one glanced at Shen Yebai, but seeing their travel-worn appearance, he didn't take them seriously and snorted, "Get out of the way if you don't want to die."
"Um?"
The older man noticed the crimson lotus karmic fire beside Qin Moyu and exclaimed in surprise, "Crimson lotus karmic fire?"
The old man's words instantly caught the young man's attention. He looked at Qin Moyu, whose face was obscured by his black robe, but his attention was entirely focused on the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.
"Is it really the legendary Red Lotus Karmic Fire that can cure Yu Huo?" The young man's eyes were filled with undisguised greed.
"I can't be wrong about this." The old man's wrinkled face showed barely concealed joy.
He said as if it were charity, "The boy with the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, stay. I'm in a good mood today, so I can let one person live."
What a standard cannon fodder quote—
Even Qin Moyu couldn't help but sigh after listening to the two talking to themselves. Are people these days so confident? They don't even bother to test each other before assuming they can't beat them.
Shen Yebai hadn't encountered such arrogant people in a long time. He laughed angrily, drew his long sword from his waist, pointed it at the two of them, and asked in a chilling tone, "Who did you just say you wanted to keep?"
Unexpectedly, Shen Yebai and Qin Moyu even tried to resist.
The young man scoffed, "If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body shot towards Shen Yebai like a cannonball, his spiritual energy surging and gathering in his fist, and he shouted: "Then die!"
This person's sneak attack showed no mercy or leeway; his ruthless actions clearly indicated his intention to kill.
Shen Yebai swiftly swung his knife, but to his surprise, the knife only pierced the young man's clothes without leaving a mark on his skin. At the same time, the young man burst into laughter.
"You're too weak!"
With that, he swung his fist down with a powerful gust of wind.
A body cultivator? Judging by appearances, he's a body cultivator with considerable strength.
Shen Yebai dodged the punch to the side and finally understood where this person's arrogance came from. There are various cultivation methods in the world, and body cultivators are rare. They are one of the beings that ordinary cultivators least want to encounter.
Body cultivators rely on their physical bodies to achieve a strong physique, making them impervious to spells and blades. Combined with various close-combat techniques, once someone gets close to them, they become very passive, unable to break through their defenses while also having to endure their attacks.
This man appears reckless, but once you actually fight him, you'll find that he's not as reckless as he seems. On the contrary, every punch he throws seems to be delivered with all his might, but he instantly withdraws his power when he realizes he's missing, so as not to waste his energy. After testing Shen Yebai's dodging habits at the beginning, he began to block Shen Yebai's retreat with his fist techniques, forcing Shen Yebai to face his attacks while he couldn't use his sword techniques.
Shen Yebai retreated step by step, even wielding his knife like a sword. It seemed he would be defeated sooner or later, so the old man stopped focusing on them and turned to look at Qin Moyu.
"Your guards will be defeated by my nephew sooner or later. If you're willing to come with me, you'll suffer less." The old man said with a smile, his kind and amiable appearance only making Qin Moyu feel nauseous.
Qin Moyu raised his hand, and countless ice shards floated around him. He said expressionlessly, "If you want to fight, then fight."
"Ungrateful wretch." The old man sighed, and suddenly several white figures appeared in front of him.
These translucent white figures had no physical form; their pale faces had empty eyes, and they were clearly controlled ghosts.
The spells Qin Moyu cast all passed through these white shadows, without harming them in the slightest.
The old man didn't know much about the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, but he knew that it was ultimately a special kind of spiritual energy, so using his most effective technique—the Ghost Soul that ignored magic—to capture Qin Moyu shouldn't be a problem.
"No wonder you're so confident." Qin Moyu looked at the souls before him, each one incomplete, and a chilling aura emanated from them.
Qin Moyu recalled the rumors about the four continents that Shen Yebai had told him before: "I heard that there is a Ghost Tomb in the Western Continent, where there are demonic cultivators who can refine bones and seize souls. They turn the souls of the wronged into great ghosts to be used as their tools. Their methods are cruel and their moves are mysterious. I suppose you are one of them."
The old man was not surprised to be recognized.
"Young man, you have a good eye." The old man clapped his hands and laughed. "Since you've recognized me, why not surrender?"
"So I'm very curious about how much you actually know about the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, that you're so confident in fighting me." Qin Moyu's lips curled slightly, and he raised his eyes, the patterns on his face becoming even more pronounced.
The old man had a bad feeling when he saw the patterns on Qin Moyu's face under his hood.
Red lotus flames floated around Qin Moyu, while a faint blue light seemed to emanate from the deepest hell.
"Has no one told you that the Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire can even freeze the soul—"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire burst forth, and the white figure under the old man's hand became like a clumsy gear. His originally graceful body began to stiffen and was frozen into an ice sculpture.
The old man severed the connection between himself and the ghosts as quickly as possible, narrowly avoiding the Red Lotus Karmic Fire. He breathed heavily, still shaken, knowing that he had underestimated Qin Moyu.
but.
"Don't be so smug. You may not be afraid of ghosts, but that doesn't mean your companion can survive against my nephew. I advise you to..."
Before the old man could finish speaking his stern and stern words, he was interrupted by Shen Yebai's words.
Are you talking about me?
The old man turned around in surprise upon hearing Shen Yebai's voice.
Shen Yebai brandished his longsword, flicked away the blood droplets, tossed the object in his hand away, and said indifferently, "Sorry, your junior disciple is too weak."