PFC Chapter 286 Born with Bad Luck
Chapter 286 Born with Bad Luck
Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the Demon Shadow Sword seemed to sense its master's predicament and determination, suddenly releasing a beam of intense light. The light rose like a blazing sun, instantly dimming the array's glow wherever it touched. Then, a soft cracking sound followed, and the array was broken. Taking advantage of the black-robed group's astonishment, Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er swiftly rushed up the mountain without hesitation.
They ran with all their might along the winding mountain path, driven by a single belief: to find the mysterious old man. Finally, deep in the forest, they discovered a hidden cave. Half-concealed by vines and boulders, the cave exuded an air of mystery. As they entered, they saw an elderly man with white hair sitting serenely within. His gaze was profound, as if he could see through everything. Seeing Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er arrive, he slowly spoke: "I knew you would come. To stop the evil forces, you must use the Demon Shadow Sword to purify those corrupted treasures..." Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er exchanged a glance. In each other's eyes, they saw unwavering determination and hope. At that moment, they had a direction in their hearts—a path full of challenges yet infinitely bright. They would continue forward with mission and courage.
The old man's voice echoed through the cave, tinged with solemnity and concern. He continued slowly, "Those treasures are now hidden in an extremely secluded valley. That valley seems to be meticulously guarded by dark forces, its surroundings filled with all sorts of traps and mechanisms, their ingenuity and power beyond imagination. Moreover, evil guardians lurk within, corrupted by darkness, obeying only the commands of evil forces, and launching merciless attacks on anyone who dares to approach the treasures. You must be extremely careful on your journey; every step could be a brush with death, and you must remain highly vigilant at every moment."
Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er nodded solemnly, their expressions grave. They were well aware of the arduousness and danger of this mission, but there was no sign of retreat in their eyes. After thanking the old man with gratitude, they resolutely set off towards the valley.
Along the way, they seemed to be walking on a treacherous path strewn with thorns, every blade of grass and tree around them appearing to conceal unknown dangers. They proceeded cautiously, relying on their keen senses and rich experience to avoid many potential perils. Sometimes, the ground beneath their feet seemed calm, but in reality, it concealed hidden dangers; they had to move lightly, carefully exploring for a safe path. At other times, a slight disturbance would come from the trees beside them, and they would immediately stop, hold their breath, and stare intently until they were sure it was safe before continuing on.
As they finally reached the valley entrance, a chilling, eerie wind howled past, a wind like a howl from hell, carrying the stench of decay and death, causing their clothes to flutter wildly. Dongfang Wan'er frowned slightly, took a deep breath as if to bolster her courage, and then stepped into the valley first. Ye Jiuchen followed closely behind, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, the patterns on the hilt seemingly fused with his palm. He remained vigilant, his eyes sharp as he scanned his surroundings.
A thick, heavy fog blanketed the valley, a white curtain that obscured the path ahead. Suddenly, a series of low, rumbling roars echoed from all around, like the fury of ancient beasts, reverberating through the valley and seemingly causing the ground to tremble slightly. "Be careful!" Ye Jiuchen shouted a warning, his voice carrying undeniable authority through the fog.
Immediately afterwards, a group of enormous monsters burst forth from the thick fog. These monsters were as imposing as mountains, their muscles bulging, fangs bared, and they lunged at them menacingly. Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er quickly positioned themselves back-to-back, forming a defensive unit, and engaged the monsters in a fierce battle.
In Ye Jiuchen's hands, the Demon Shadow Sword seemed like the awakened sword of a war god, wielded with ferocious power. Each strike carried an incomparably sharp sword aura, seemingly capable of tearing through the void, leaving dazzling streaks of light in the air and repelling any approaching monsters. Ye Jiuchen's gaze was firm and focused; his steps were steady, and his figure nimbly weaved through the monster horde, searching for their weaknesses to deliver a fatal blow. Dongfang Wan'er, on the other hand, moved with agility, skillfully wielding the silver needles in her hands, the needles gleaming coldly at her fingertips. Her eyes were like lightning, accurately judging the monsters' vital points, and the silver needles shot out like shooting stars, precisely hitting the monsters' vital spots, causing them to roar in pain.
After a fierce and arduous battle, the monsters were finally wiped out by their valiant attack. Though exhausted, their resolve only grew stronger. After a short rest, they continued their journey, and deep within the valley, they finally found the corrupted treasures.
Following the old man's instructions, Ye Jiuchen raised the Demon Shadow Sword high. In an instant, the sword emitted a dazzling light, like a blazing sun illuminating the entire depths of the valley. The light slowly enveloped the treasures, as if dispelling the darkness and gloom upon them. Under the purification of the light, the treasures gradually returned to their original forms, radiating a pure and mysterious aura.
Just as they thought their mission was complete and felt a slight sense of relief, a dark figure slowly emerged from the shadows. The figure exuded an eerie aura, sending chills down their spines. "You think this is the end? How naive!" The figure let out a cold laugh, echoing through the valley like a demon's whisper, foreshadowing a new crisis. Ye Jiuchen and Dongfang Wan'er quickly adjusted their stance, ready for battle. They gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes burning with renewed fighting spirit, prepared to meet the new challenge.
Qiuqin moved gracefully closer to Lu Muchuan, speaking softly and gently, "Young Master, you must be tired. You've been working tirelessly these past few days, both physically and mentally. Why don't you go and rest for a while? There are maids here to keep watch, and if anything happens, we'll inform you immediately." However, Lu Muchuan seemed frozen in place, ignoring Qiuqin's words. His gaze was fixed intently on Dongfang Wan'er, who lay on the couch, as if her figure had become the only thing in the world.
Suddenly, Dongfang Wan'er's fingers, which had been as still as water, trembled slightly. This subtle change did not escape Lu Muchuan's eyes. His heart tightened, and at first he thought it was a hallucination caused by his exhaustion.