Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 334 Disagreement

"Is this the third-level formation?" Shen Yun's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he flicked his fingertips, and the seven spiritual stones embedded in the ground flew back to his palm. As the eye of the formation was released, the surging evil spirit in the hall dissipated instantly, and the blood-colored formation patterns that appeared in the air gradually faded away like faded ink.

Shen Yun paced in the hall with his hands behind his back, his great consciousness sweeping through every corner like mercury. The light of the Jinghong Sword cast flickering shadows on the wall, revealing the ancient lines eroded by time.

&34;How shabby...&34;

After repeated investigations, Shen Yun couldn't help but shake his head. This Wuxiang Demon Lord, who was said to have dominated the cultivation world for a thousand years, didn't even have a decent spiritual stone in his lair. There was some spiritual crystal powder left in the grooves around the altar, which seemed to be exhausted from maintaining the formation; there were several rotten wooden boxes in the corner, which turned into ashes with a slight touch, and there was nothing inside.

"It seems that when he was suppressed, his family assets were completely looted." Shen Yun used the tip of his sword to pick apart a pile of broken bones, but he couldn't even find a storage bag. He thought about it and felt relieved again - if he wasn't at the end of his rope, why would this old devil refine even his life magic weapon into a soul-locking nail?

Shen Yun took one last look at the empty stone chamber, flicked his fingertips, and a bolt of lightning completely burned the remains of the altar. When he turned around, the Jinghong Sword carved a blue lotus mark on the rock wall - this was a warning he left for those who came after him.

"It's time to go." Shen Yun sighed softly, and his figure turned into a stream of light and passed through the dark corridor. A loud rumbling sound came from behind him, and the thousand-year-old hall began to collapse on its own after the formation collapsed.

. . . . . .

A hundred miles away, on the branches of an ancient pine tree, Lin Ruyi's white skirt swayed gently in the morning breeze. Her slender fingers tightly grasped the concentric jade pendant at her waist, and her knuckles turned bluish-white. The surface of the jade pendant was engraved with a lotus pattern, and at this moment it was emitting a warm halo - this was the induction magic weapon that Shen Yun specially refined for her before leaving.

"Miss, it's getting late." Lin Daoqing stood under the tree and looked up to persuade her. There was still blood on his sleeves, which was the wound he left when he tried to protect his master during the breakout.

Lin Ruyi seemed to have not heard anything, her eyes piercing through the mist, fixed on the direction of the Blood Refining Sect. The blood-colored valley looked particularly eerie in the morning light, like a dormant beast. She remembered what Shen Yun said before they parted: "If the jade pendant is not broken, I will return."

"Wait another half a quarter of an hour." Her voice was a little hoarse, as if she was suppressing some emotion.

There was a buzz of discussion in the team. Several Lin family members exchanged glances, and some couldn't help but whisper: "To delay the trial for an outsider, it's really..."

"Lin Shijiu!" Lin Daoqing glared at him, "Don't forget who saved your life from the attack of the shadow!"

The young monk was speechless and lowered his head in embarrassment. If Shen Yun had not appeared in time, they would have lost at least half of their men.

"Sister Ruyi." A gentle voice suddenly sounded. Lin Zhengyi stood out from the crowd, wearing a spotless moon-white gown, and the jade sword tassel hanging from his waist swayed in the wind. The young leader of the Lin family had just the right amount of concern on his face: "I understand your feelings, but..."

He changed the subject and his voice suddenly became serious: "The family trial is related to the allocation of resources of our Lin family for the next ten years. How can we sacrifice public interests for personal interests?"

Lin Ruyi's pupils shrank slightly.

"Lin Zhengyi!" Lin Daoqing shouted angrily, his face flushed red, "If it weren't for Master Shen covering your retreat, would you still be able to stand here and say these high-sounding words?"

Lin Zhengyi calmly straightened his cuffs, his jade ring glowing coldly in the morning light: "Brother Daoqing, you are wrong. I will remember your life-saving grace, but..." He looked around at everyone and said earnestly: "Are you going to give up the opportunity in the core area of ​​the secret realm for an outsider?"

These words were like a drop of cold water falling into boiling oil, immediately causing a violent reaction.

"That's right! I heard there are ancient heritage in the core area..."

"Are we Lin family members going to serve as bodyguards for outsiders?"

&34;Maybe they have already...&34;

"That's enough!" Lin Ruyi shouted, releasing the pressure from the late stage of foundation building. The old pine tree shook violently, and pine needles fell like rain. She glanced at everyone with a cold eye, and wherever her eyes fell, the discussion stopped abruptly.

"If you don't want to wait, you can leave now." She spoke word by word, her voice as cold as ice.

Lin Zhengyi's eyes flashed with a smile of success, and he pretended to be sad and said: "Since sister Ruyi insists on doing this..." He turned around and raised his arms and shouted: "If you are willing to continue exploring, follow me!"

The crowd suddenly became agitated. People are selfish, and except for the fifteen Lin family members from Lin Ruyi's lineage, the rest of the people all went to Lin Zhengyi's side.

"Good, very good." She sneered, looking at the Lin family members who seemed friendly on weekdays, now full of disappointment.

"Since you are skeptical and want to stay and wait, we will go ahead and see you later." Lin Zhengyi said a few nice words and then left with everyone.

Lin Ruyi looked at the backs of Lin Zhengyi and others as they walked away, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. The morning breeze blew her hair, which glowed with a faint golden halo in the sunlight. She took a deep breath, turned around and bowed solemnly to the remaining Lin family members, and the jade pendant on her waist swayed gently with her movements.

"Thank you all for staying." Her voice was soft but firm, and her eyes swept over every familiar face, "I will remember this friendship in my heart."

Lin Daoqing quickly stepped forward to return the greeting, his back still straight: "Miss, you are too kind. Master Shen saved our lives, how can we forget this kindness?"

"Yes, Sister Ruyi!" A young monk with a bandage on his left arm squeezed to the front. His name was Lin Xiaohu, a member of the Lin family's branch. At this moment, his dark face was full of determination: "If it weren't for Brother Shen blocking the shadow for me, I would have died long ago... Anyway, my life belongs to him, so I can wait as long as I want!"

The other disciples also echoed and even patted their chests to make promises. Lin Ruyi looked at these familiar faces, and a warm current surged in her heart.

She took out an ancient sheepskin map from her storage ring. It was a detailed map of the secret realm that her father had given her before she left. The edges of the map had turned yellow, but the mountains and rivers embroidered with gold thread were still clearly visible, and several important locations were marked with tiny text descriptions in cinnabar.

"Brother Daoqing," Lin Ruyi unfolded the map, and her slender fingers moved along a winding blue line, finally stopping at a valley mark shaped like a gourd. "According to the map, how far is it from the Jueling Valley we are going to?"

Lin Daoqing took a closer look and used his finger to measure the distance on the map: "From our current location..." He squinted his eyes and calculated, "If we travel at full speed and encounter no obstacles, we can reach the destination in about a day. However..."

He suddenly paused here and frowned.

"But what?" Lin Ruyi asked, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the map.

Lin Daoqing pointed to a dark green area on the map and said, "There is a poisonous miasma forest outside Jueling Valley. According to the records of our ancestors, the miasma there is highly toxic and it is safe to pass through it at noon when the yang energy is at its peak." He looked up at the sky. The sun was already setting. "It may be too late to rush over now. The earliest we can go there is at noon the day after tomorrow."