92: Chapter 92 Colluding with Demonic Cultivators

Blade and sword clashed, emitting a crisp sound!

The bald man only felt a massive force transmit from the blade, and his entire body was shaken back three steps!

He looked down and saw that his blade had actually been cleaved with a deep notch!

"You—"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Changsheng's sword had already reached his face!

The bald man tried his best to dodge, but he was still stabbed in the shoulder by the sword!

He let out a miserable scream and turned to run!

The remaining three Loose Cultivators saw that the situation was bad and followed suit, fleeing as well!

Li Changsheng did not pursue.

He sheathed his sword and stood in place, his breathing as steady as before.

Five breaths, six people, two dead, one injured, three fled.

An overwhelming victory.

Li Changqing and Shi Tiezhu stared at him blankly, unable to speak for a moment.

They knew Li Changsheng was strong, but they hadn't expected him to be strong to this extent.

Li Xiaocao let go of Li Changqing's hem, ran to Li Changsheng's side, and tugged on his sleeve, her little face full of admiration.

"Brother Changsheng is so amazing!"

Li Changsheng rubbed her head without saying anything.

In the distance, behind a large tree, a pair of sinister eyes were staring fixedly at this scene.

Zhao Yan.

He had witnessed the entire process with his own eyes.

Five breaths. Two dead, one injured, three fled.

That trash in his eyes, that Disciple of the General Affairs Hall he had humiliated, the person he had always wanted to kill but never succeeded in killing, was actually this strong.

Zhao Yan's hand was trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear, but anger, jealousy, and unwillingness.

Qi Refining Level 4?

No, absolutely not.

Just from the power of that sword strike, that speed which was too fast to see clearly, and that ease of taking on six opponents alone, he was at least Qi Refining Level 5.

Or even higher.

He had been hiding his strength all along.

Moreover, if it weren't for the fact that Zhao Yan was far away and hadn't seen clearly that the leader was a newly entered Qi Refining Level 7, he would have slipped away long ago.

Li Changsheng had been waiting.

Waiting for what?

Waiting for him to deliver himself to his door?

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

No.

He alone could no longer kill Li Changsheng.

He needed helpers.

He thought of those Blood Fiend Sect Disciples wearing black robes with cold auras.

They were also looking for Li Changsheng.

They had a common goal.

The enemy of an enemy is a friend.

He sneered and turned to disappear into the forest.

At dusk, somewhere in the Secret Realm.

Zhao Yan found the Blood Fiend Sect's camp.

It was a hidden cave, with two black-clad Disciples standing guard at the entrance.

Seeing Zhao Yan approach, they vigilantly stopped him.

"Stop! Who are you?"

Zhao Yan stopped and cupped his hands.

"Qinglan Sword Sect, Zhao Yan. I wish to see your leader; I have an important matter to discuss."

The two black-clad Disciples exchanged a glance, and one of them turned and entered the cave.

A moment later, he came out and said coldly.

"Go in."

Zhao Yan walked into the cave.

Inside the cave, a few oil lamps were lit, and the light was dim.

Several black-clad Disciples were either sitting or standing; seeing him enter, they all raised their heads with unfriendly gazes.

In the innermost part, on a flat rock, sat a young man with a sinister face.

Qi Refining Level 7.

The leader of the Blood Fiend Sect for this trip, and also the person Zhao Yan had seen before in the Secret Realm.

"Zhao Yan?"

The young man looked him up and down, a playful smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

"Someone from the Qinglan Sword Sect coming to find our Blood Fiend Sect? Interesting. What is it?"

Zhao Yan took a deep breath and said in a low voice.

"I have a common goal and want to cooperate with you."

"What goal?"

"Li Changsheng."

The young man's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That Li Changsheng from Qinghe Town?"

"That's him."

Zhao Yan nodded.

"He is in the Secret Realm, and I want him dead. You should want him too, right?"

The young man was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"A bit interesting."

He stood up, walked in front of Zhao Yan, and stared into his eyes.

"Do you know why we are looking for him?"

Zhao Yan shook his head.

"I don't know. And I don't want to know. I just want him dead."

The young man stared at him for a long time, then finally nodded.

"Good. Cooperation is possible. But you must listen to us."

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth.

"As long as he dies, anything is fine."

The young man laughed, a very cold laugh.

"Very well. From today on, you are a friend of our Blood Fiend Sect."

He reached out his hand.

Zhao Yan looked at that hand, took a deep breath, and shook it.

Outside the cave, the night grew deeper.

In the center of the Secret Realm, the outline of that ancient palace loomed faintly in the grey light.

Internal troubles and external threats were intertwined.

And the real storm was just beginning.

After resolving the interception by those six Loose Cultivators, Li Changsheng and his group of four continued to advance deeper into the Secret Realm.

Shi Tiezhu walked at the back, looking back from time to time, afraid that those people would catch up again.

"Brother Changsheng,"

Li Changqing walked to his side and lowered her voice.

"Were you... too flashy just now?"

Li Changsheng understood what she meant.

Taking on six opponents alone and ending the battle in five breaths—this kind of strength was indeed too eye-catching.

"I know," he said.

"But there was no other choice at the time. If it dragged on, there would be more and more of them."

Li Changqing nodded and said nothing more.

After walking for about an hour, the terrain ahead began to change.

The originally dense forest gradually thinned out, replaced by more and more boulders and jagged, strange rocks.

The air became dry, and that rich fragrance of vegetation was mixed with a faint... scent of sulfur.

Li Changsheng stopped and signaled the three of them to stop.

"What's wrong?"

Li Changqing gripped her sword hilt alertly.

Li Changsheng did not answer, but simply closed his eyes and concentrated, the sensory power of his Evergreen Plant Truth Scripture quietly operating.

Since entering the Secret Realm, he had discovered that the sensory ability of this Cultivation Technique was several times stronger than it was in the outside world.

Perhaps due to the rich Spiritual Qi in the Secret Realm, he could clearly perceive the fluctuations of spiritual power, the vitality of plants, and even hidden killing intent within a few dozen zhang around him.

At this moment, in his perception, several faint fluctuations of spiritual power were hidden in the area of scattered rocks ahead.

Those fluctuations were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, shifting left and right, as if they were moving, and also as if they were lurking.

"There is something."

He opened his eyes and said in a low voice, "A lot."

"Yao Beasts?"

Shi Tiezhu asked nervously.

Li Changsheng nodded, then shook his head.

"Not entirely. Some are Yao Beasts, and some... are Formations."

Formations.

This word made the hearts of the other three tighten.

Along the way, they had seen Yao Beasts, poisonous insects, and ruthless Loose Cultivators, but they hadn't encountered any Formations.

This thing was even more terrifying than Yao Beasts—no matter how fierce a Yao Beast was, it always had a physical form that could be seen and touched.

But Formations were formless and invisible; once triggered, one wouldn't even know how they died.

"Can we go around it?" Li Changqing asked.

Li Changsheng closed his eyes to perceive again, and after a moment, shook his head.

"We can't go around. This area of scattered rocks covers the entire area ahead, and there are cliffs on both sides. To get across, we must go through here."

The three of them fell silent.

Li Changsheng opened his eyes and looked at them.

"Follow me closely, and step where I have stepped. Do not make a single mistake."

Carrying Li Xiaocao on his back, he was the first to step into the area of scattered rocks.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Underfoot were rocks of varying sizes, which crunched as they stepped on them. The surroundings were strangely quiet; there were no bird calls or insect chirps, only the sounds of their own footsteps and breathing.

Li Changqing and Shi Tiezhu followed closely behind, each step landing in Li Changsheng's footprints, not daring to deviate in the slightest.

After walking for about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, two huge rocks appeared ahead, one on the left and one on the right, standing like two gate gods.

Between the two rocks was a narrow passage that only allowed one person to pass at a time.

Li Changsheng stopped and perceived again.

This time, his expression changed slightly.

Inside the passage, an extremely faint fluctuation of spiritual power was hidden.

The frequency of that fluctuation was extremely special; if his perception hadn't been keen, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing his expression was off, Li Changqing asked in a low voice.

Li Changsheng did not answer, just picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground and threw it into the passage.

The moment the stone landed.

Boom!

A blinding flash of fire suddenly ignited!

The fire sprayed out from the rock walls on both sides of the passage, instantly covering the entire passage!

The terrifying high temperature made the four people standing at the entrance of the passage feel a wave of scorching heat!

The fire lasted for a full three breaths before it gradually extinguished.