182: Chapter 182 The Fatty Wakes Up

Yu Jizi's brows furrowed upon hearing this, and his cold gaze swept across the entire scene once more.

His Divine Sense meticulously probed every Disciple of the Myriad Law Pavilion, indeed finding no signs of disguise or concealment, nor any trace of that chubby thief.

Doubt surged in his heart: "Could that little thief truly not be here? Did he merely pass by coincidentally, his aura dissipating here? Or... has someone else already gotten to him?"

However, the prestige of a Holy Land Elder and the urgency of the lost secret command made him unwilling to give up easily.

He let out a cold snort: "Hmph, silver-tongued! Even if that little thief isn't here, he must be somewhat connected to you all! Otherwise, why would he disappear precisely in this place?"

He looked at the disheveled appearance of the crowd before him, and his heart believed most of it, but the prestige of a Holy Land Elder could not be challenged, so his tone remained icy.

"If it is ultimately proven that you all are indeed connected to that little thief, or if you deliberately conceal information... Hmph, bear the consequences yourselves."

Seeing that Yu Jizi did not believe them, the hearts of the Myriad Law Pavilion Disciples turned cold.

The gray-robed Elder, enduring his injuries, struggled to cup his hands and said: "Senior Yu Jizi, since you have searched without result, and we are heavily injured, may we be permitted to withdraw first to heal our wounds?"

"Thinking of leaving?" A cold glint flashed in Yu Jizi's eyes, "No one is allowed to leave until the truth comes out!"

He mused inwardly, having chased for so long, that little thief was like a mud ox entering the sea, with no news.

Now, he had finally managed to capture a faint imprint fluctuation here; though it had disappeared again, it must be related to the people of this place! How could he easily let them leave?

He flicked his sleeve, and an invisible Qi wall instantly sealed the valley exit.

The Myriad Law Pavilion Disciples felt a tremendous pressure, and even their breathing became difficult, their faces instantly turning ashen.

The gray-robed Elder gave a bitter laugh and said dejectedly: "If Senior does not believe us... then we... have nothing more to say.

However, the one who ambushed us was indeed not the person Senior saw; that person's strength was formidable, and their methods... quite brutal, definitely not ordinary."

He no longer paid attention to this group of "useless" Myriad Law Pavilion Disciples, instead issuing orders to the four Elders behind him.

"Thoroughly search every inch of space here! See if there are any secret rooms, hidden passages, or traces of high-level concealment Formations! That little thief surely hasn't gotten far!"

The four Heavenly Human Realm Elders accepted the order and immediately dispersed, each employing their methods to conduct a carpet search of the valley.

Streaks of spiritual light flickered, probing for any possible clues.

Yu Jizi stood with his hands behind his back, his face grim, and once again conjured the Tracing Light Mirror, injecting spiritual power into it, attempting to forcibly deduce the source of the imprint fluctuation that had briefly appeared and then vanished.

The mirror surface flickered with an unstable light, but it was always unable to lock onto a clear direction again; clearly, the concealment method was extremely clever.

The atmosphere in the valley was extremely oppressive; the Myriad Law Pavilion Disciples lay slumped on the ground, neither daring to be angry nor to speak, only able to watch as the other party searched, their hearts filled with humiliation and the lingering fear of having survived a calamity.

With the exit blocked, their last shred of hope for escape was severed; they could only remain trapped here like lambs to the slaughter.

And Yu Jizi and his party, like hunters who had missed their prey, were anxious and angry, refusing to let go of any possibility.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaopang, deeply buried within the mountain by Shi Wanshan with his exquisite Divine Ability and concealment runes, was still in a coma, completely unaware of the turmoil just a mountain wall above his head, and the frustration and anger of the two groups of people.

The Restriction Shi Wanshan had casually set up now became his best protective umbrella.

At the same time, hundreds of miles away, at the Myriad Law Pavilion's temporary camp.

Myriad Law Pavilion Master Yun Canghai was meditating with his eyes closed, a jade seal slowly floating before him, emitting vast fluctuations of magical power.

Suddenly, a jade pendant at his waist shattered without warning, and an extremely faint, desperate cry for help in the form of Divine Thought instantly entered his Sea of Consciousness—

'Pavilion Master! Come quickly! Glazed Holy Land's Yu Jizi is here, trying to frame us; we are in danger!'

Yun Canghai's eyes snapped open, a sharp light bursting forth, and his aura suddenly became incomparably fierce!

"Yu Jizi?! An Elder of the Glazed Holy Land personally attacking my Myriad Law Pavilion Disciples?!"

He abruptly stood up, his face ashen.

The Glazed Holy Land was a colossal entity, far beyond what the Myriad Law Pavilion could contend with.

If they truly formed an enmity with the Holy Land, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"How could they provoke someone from the Holy Land?" Yun Canghai's thoughts raced.

"Yu Jizi personally making a move; it must not be a small matter.

Could it be... that a Disciple inadvertently offended an important figure of the Holy Land? Or... snatched something they shouldn't have touched?"

He knew that although his Elders sometimes acted overbearingly, they were by no means brainless and should know that the Holy Land should not be easily provoked; there must be something fishy about this matter.

"No matter what, I must go immediately! If it's truly a misunderstanding, it can still be resolved; if my Disciples indeed acted improperly... I can only painfully deal with them to appease the Holy Land's wrath."

Yun Canghai no longer hesitated; he swept his sleeve, put away the jade seal, and his figure instantly blurred, transforming into a brilliant stream of light, speeding towards the direction from which the distress signal came with a terrifying speed that seemed to tear through the Void Realm!

The overwhelming pressure of a King Realm expert was unleashed without reservation; wherever he passed, the wind and clouds changed color!

Yun Canghai's figure was like lightning, tearing through the sky, his thoughts racing.

"Although my Myriad Law Pavilion can be considered a power in Xuan Province, compared to a colossal entity like the Glazed Holy Land, it's like a firefly vying with the bright moon.

No matter how arrogant my Disciples are, they should know the gravity of the situation; how could they easily provoke the Holy Land?"

Several possibilities flashed through his mind:

"Could it be... a conflict with someone from the Holy Land during the struggle for a certain treasure? Or did someone under my command act improperly and offend an important figure of the Holy Land? Or... were they framed?"

At the thought of "framed," Yun Canghai's eyes narrowed.

Xuan Province was currently a mix of Dragons and snakes, with various forces engaging in open and covert struggles; using others to kill was not impossible.

"I hope... it's not too late."

Just as Yun Canghai tore through the sky, rushing towards the valley with an anxious heart—

Deep within the mountain, Wang Xiaopang's eyelids fluttered a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Ugh... my head hurts so much... my whole body feels like it's falling apart..."

He mumbled dazedly, his consciousness not yet fully clear.

It was pitch black all around, the air was turbid with a strong earthy smell, and his body was tightly wrapped and squeezed by heavy, cold things, making it almost impossible to move.

"This... where is this? What happened to Fat Master?"

He tried to twist his body but found that except for his head, which could shake slightly, his limbs and torso were firmly stuck in hard, cold rocks and soil.

An inexplicable panic instantly seized him, and fragments of memory began to piece together little by little:

"That's right... Spirit Milk! Top-grade Earth Vein Spirit Milk!"

He remembered stealthily approaching while the Myriad Law Pavilion and the mysterious expert were fighting over the Earth Vein, and discovering the tempting Earth Vein Spirit Milk.

"Wealth is sought in danger... Fat Master will just grab a little..."

And then?

And then... just as he took out his jade shovel and was about to succeed—

An indescribable, terrifying force, like the sky collapsing and the earth rending, suddenly struck!

He didn't even see who made the move, only felt his vision go black, his protective light shield shattered like paper, his bones felt like they were breaking inch by inch, and he lost consciousness, being sent flying...

"That's it! I was knocked out with a palm!"

Wang Xiaopang was both shocked and angry, and also filled with lingering fear.

That power was too terrifying, definitely far exceeding the Heavenly Human Realm; it was a miracle that he survived!

"Wait!"

He suddenly remembered something even more important, "My treasures!"

Ignoring the discomfort of his body being stuck, he hastily tried to mobilize his Divine Sense to probe his personal storage Magic Treasures and the life-saving items hidden in various places.

Upon this investigation, Wang Xiaopang was struck by lightning, his entire body stiffening.