73: I'm not afraid of my teammates being bad, I'm afraid of them having a sudden inspiration

Yu Changqing's shout was like a giant rock smashing into a calm underground river, instantly stirring up a thousand waves throughout the Thousand Caves' network of passages.

The rogue cultivators, who had been like headless flies, first froze, then their eyes burst with greedy light.

The words 'Immortal Destiny' held an attraction far beyond anything else for those struggling at the bottom of the transcendent world.

Any previous thoughts of retreat were now completely washed away by these two words.

"Does someone really know the exact location of the immortal corpse?"

"Who cares, just follow him! As long as we can get a little bit of immortal destiny, we'll be able to hold our heads high in Jianghai City's transcendent circle!"

"There are still more good people in this world!"

"Quick, don't let others get ahead!"

For a time, the previously quiet underground river became noisy.

Some flew low, controlling their spiritual energy.

Others ran quickly across temporarily frozen surfaces.

Still others paddled crude wooden rafts, surging towards the direction of Yu Changqing's voice.

The crowds, originally scattered in various passages, converged into a torrent in a short moment.

Li Yan watched this scene, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, immediately replaced by ecstasy.

It's true what they say, the older, the more cunning.

Old Yu's brain was just better among the old-timers.

As long as all the rogue cultivators were brought over, even if they reached the corpse-hiding place, Bai Qiuyue wouldn't dare to easily attack so many people under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Old Yu is brilliant!" Li Yan quickly flattered him.

Yu Changqing, however, ignored his flattery. His youthful face showed no expression, only a trace of imperceptible anxiety hidden deep in his eyes.

He knew very well that this move was just a temporary measure.

If Bai Qiuyue was truly determined to stop them, these 'miscellaneous fish' rogue cultivators wouldn't be able to withstand the White Tiger Bureau Chief's thunderous methods.

But they had planned so much before, and he was genuinely unwilling to easily hand over the immortal corpse.

So, no matter what, he would try first.

If he really couldn't win, he would run.

On the other side, Chen Ziliang, seeing the rogue cultivators constantly flying overhead from the speedboat, his face suddenly changed: "Damn it, who's the troublemaker?"

Lu Ming also twitched his mouth, quite speechless.

He had thought the Thousand Caves map was a golden legend.

It turned out to be a mess, a street vendor's item. That half bottle of spirit-gathering pills was still a loss.

And judging by their movements, it was indeed the correct path to the corpse-hiding place.

"Let's follow!"

...The further into the cave, the stronger the fishy, rotten smell in the air.

It was as if countless decaying corpses were fermenting in the darkness, mixed with the damp moisture of the underground river. Just one breath made one's throat tighten.

On the rock walls on both sides of the underground river, some dark brown marks gradually appeared.

Chen Ziliang poked at them with his knife, only to find they were long-dried bloodstains.

The bloodstains had congealed into irregular patches on the rock wall, and in some places, there were still traces of fingernail scratches, with tiny bits of flesh embedded in the deep grooves, clearly left by desperate struggles at the point of death.

Chen Ziliang subconsciously pulled his hand back, his fingertips still stained with some grayish-brown powder. He quickly wiped it on his pant leg, frowning, and said, "This place is too eerie. How many people died here in the past?"

Lu Ming didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the surface of the underground river.

He didn't know when, but a thin layer of white mist had begun to drift on the water's surface.

The mist carried a chill, biting cold against the skin.

"Be careful, it's corpse qi!"

Someone shouted.

As soon as the shout fell, the white mist in front of the underground river suddenly churned violently, as if something was stirring within the fog.

Immediately after, a 'splash' of water sounded, and several bloated corpse puppets emerged from the water.

Their bluish-gray skin was pale from soaking, their features twisted, and their arms were covered in corpse spots, as they pounced towards the nearest wooden raft.

The two rogue cultivators on the raft tensed, raising their swords to slash.

Sword qi flashed, and the corpse puppets instantly turned into blood mist.

But the rogue cultivator's face showed no relief; instead, it turned very pale, staring straight at the cave ceiling.

"Damn it!! Shit, shit, shit!!!"

Everyone's searchlights shone up, and a chill immediately shot from their feet to the top of their heads.

The ceiling was covered with densely packed hanging corpses!

These hanging corpses wore various clothes, from different dynasties.

They hung vertically from the cave ceiling, toes pointing down, hands naturally drooping, their bloated, pale bodies swaying slightly with the mist.

From a distance, they really looked like a group of revived shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

What was most hair-raising was that all the eyes of these floating corpses were open, their cloudy eyeballs covered with a white film, staring fixedly at the crowd below, their mouths curved into a bizarre smile.

"Damn, I almost peed myself."

"No wonder Old Zhang was so scared he became disoriented earlier. This isn't the Thousand Caves, it's clearly the Ten Thousand Corpses Cave!!"

"Silence!"

A low shout came from the back of the crowd, and someone knowledgeable instantly reprimanded the group.

The corpse qi here was dense; there must be something extremely ominous.

But his warning was still too late.

The originally cloudy eyeballs of the hanging corpses on the ceiling slowly rotated, and their eerie smiles almost tore to their earlobes.

"Damn it, what are you pretending for!"

A short-tempered transcendent couldn't stand the eerie oppressive feeling and suddenly unleashed a palm strike.

The violent spiritual energy instantly shattered the hanging corpse above his head, flesh splattering.

Everyone's faces changed.

"Damn! Are you an idiot? Quick, go!"

It really proved the saying, 'It's not that you're afraid of weak teammates, it's that you're afraid of teammates who have a sudden flash of inspiration.'

Do you even have the strength for that kind of show-off!

This palm strike completely poked the hornet's nest.

The hanging corpses on the cave ceiling suddenly went berserk!

Dense black shadows fell from the cave ceiling like a tide, instantly enveloping the rogue cultivator tightly.

"Ah!!!"

A horrific scream echoed throughout the entire cave.

The other rogue cultivators watched helplessly as the agitated transcendent was wrapped into a ball.

Screams and explosions continuously came from within.

Then the sphere began to squirm, and vivid blood dripped down through the gaps.

"Watch out for the water!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and the water's surface was bubbling like boiling water.

Immediately after, countless grayish-blue arms suddenly extended from the bubbles, like dense water weeds.

The cave instantly descended into chaos.

Explosions, sounds of fighting, screams... Lu Ming casually shattered two corpse puppets that had climbed onto the boat, his brows furrowed.

Although these little things were weak, only equivalent to a mid-second realm cultivator.

But their sheer numbers were overwhelming.

Overhead, in the water, on the rock walls, there were densely packed hanging corpses and corpse puppets, like stepping into an ant's nest, appearing endlessly.

In just this short time, quite a few rogue cultivators had already fallen under the siege of the corpse puppets and hanging corpses.

"Full speed ahead, charge through!"

Lu Ming let out a sharp cry, spiritual energy condensed in his palm, and nine blood-colored lightning spears hovered behind him.

He waved his hand, and the lightning spears shot out.

The dense corpse puppets instantly vanished into thin air, creating a vacuum in front.

But very quickly, before the boat had gone two steps, the corpse puppets from the riverbed surged up again, blocking the passage...