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Chapter 205 I'm truly impressed by you, you old fool!

"wait for me."

Suddenly, Li Wudao realized something and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared silently on the rooftop, staring at the two men in black robes in front of him with hostile eyes.

"Is this the Junior Brother Gan that you two were chasing?"

Seeing the two of them leaning over to eavesdrop, Li Wudao frowned slightly, vaguely sensing the chaotic demonic energy emanating from them.

"Who?!"

The two men in black robes were startled and hurriedly looked over.

When he saw a handsome young man standing not far behind him, his face turned pale with shock.

How could that be...?

With their mid-stage Martial King cultivation, how could they not sense the young man's aura?

Moreover, judging from the murderous look in the boy's eyes, there is only one possibility: the opponent's strength is far superior to theirs!

"run!"

The two men in black robes exchanged a glance, understood each other without a word, and without thinking further, turned and ran.

"It's not a good thing!"

Li Wudao frowned slightly.

A few breaths later, several screams were heard, and the two men in black robes went limp and were dragged into the house like dead dogs.

Li Wudao casually tossed the two men to the ground and looked at Gan Ning, asking, "Were they the ones who chased you?"

"Indeed! These two chased me relentlessly, leaving me with nowhere to run..."

Gan Ning's pupils contracted slightly as he glared fiercely at the two men in black robes. He said, "If I hadn't been skilled in movement techniques and hadn't burned my life essence to escape desperately, I would already be dead at their hands!"

"Also, Fan Chuan... he's a spy for the Demon Clan. During the days you were in seclusion, he harmed many of your fellow disciples!"

Gan Ning regained some strength and weakly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatred.

Li Wudao's expression changed, sensing something was wrong: "Where are Zhou Bai and the others now?"

"Senior Brother Zhou Bai and the others are probably in grave danger..."

Gan Ning quickly explained the whole story, and as he spoke, he became somewhat emotional and his voice trembled with tears.

Upon hearing this, Li Wudao's face darkened. "The demons truly deserve to die!"

He stood there indignantly, his eyes filled with murderous intent, wishing he could rush into the demon's lair right now and slaughter all the remaining demons!

"Kid, don't be impulsive. This is obviously a trap, just waiting for you to jump in."

The green-haired turtle tried to dissuade him.

"I'm not that stupid."

Li Wudao nodded, suppressing his killing intent to calm himself down as much as possible. "Junior Brother Gan, besides this, is there anything else worth noting?"

"For example, among those people, was there a bald, middle-aged man with a fierce appearance...?"

He asked about several points that were of particular interest in order to deduce his conjecture.

"There is such a person, with a hideous scar on his face. By the way, that bald middle-aged man seems to have been the head of Lieyang Peak!"

Gan Ning's expression was somewhat unpleasant, and he said in a deep voice, "His strength is very strong. With just a flick of his sleeve, he made Zhou Bai and the others vomit blood."

Li Wudao's eyes immediately hardened.

Cheng Yuanliang, it really was him!

Unexpectedly, after failing to kill him last time, he disappeared for several months and actually hid in the capital of the Great Yu Dynasty.

In an instant, his previously vague and unfounded thoughts became much clearer.

For example, why did the Yu royal family want to capture his father, Li Jing?

In reality, it was all at Cheng Yuanliang's behest. He had already figured out his own background, and capturing Li Jing and bringing him into the capital was nothing more than bait to lure the emperor into a trap.

But there is still one question that he doesn't understand to this day.

"Where have all those young boys and girls that your demon race secretly captured gone? What is your purpose? Tell me the truth, and I might spare your lives."

Li Wudao looked at the two men in black robes on the ground in a deep voice.

But the two men's expressions changed slightly, and they sneered, "Dream on! Even if you die, you won't find out a single thing!"

After saying that, the two bit their gums, black blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, and they turned their heads away and fell silent.

"So assertive..."

Li Wudao frowned, somewhat surprised by their decisiveness.

He pondered to himself, if he followed the logic of the wish-fulfillment novels from his previous life...

Those young boys and girls were probably used as some kind of medicinal ingredient to refine some kind of demonic art and elixir; in short, their fate was tragic.

He can only deduce that the person behind this holds a high position within the demon race; he has no other clues.

"Could it be Cheng Yuanliang?"

Li Wudao couldn't help but have this thought.

According to the news from Gan Ning, the City God Temple is located beneath a demonic cave, where tens of thousands of human corpses are piled up in the underground palace.

Deep within the underground palace, there is a huge blood pool and altar, the purpose of which remains unknown.

"Don't you pride yourself on being knowledgeable and able to see the purpose of that blood pool and altar?"

Li Wudao glanced at the green-haired turtle.

"I am not a god; I merely describe it verbally in a few words. Who knows what's going on...?"

The green-haired turtle rolled its eyes in annoyance and hummed, "However, what I can confirm is that the altar is probably some kind of forbidden formation of the demon race, and the blood pool is one of the materials to activate it."

Li Wudao pondered for a moment, then said quietly, "We'll find out the details once we go there."

The green-haired tortoise stared at him with its huge, copper-bell-like eyes. "Kid, are you out of your mind? Didn't you hear about the demonic formations set up in that underground palace?"

"You don't even know how many troops the enemy has or their strength... The enemy is in the open while we are in the dark. If you foolishly rush over, what's the difference between that and walking into a trap?"

The green-haired turtle kept complaining.

"Yes, Senior Brother Li, this is extremely dangerous. Cheng Yuanliang was once the leader of Lieyang Peak, and his strength is unfathomable. Who knows if he has any other tricks up his sleeve..."

Gan Ning calmed down and advised, "To be on the safe side, let's report to the sect first and ask the sect leader and others to step in and resolve this."

Li Wudao nodded, his eyes flickering uncertainly: "Don't worry, I'm not going to throw my life away for nothing."

He stroked his chin, weighed the pros and cons, and decided not to inform the sect first.

After all, the Xuantian Sect first had a demon spy at the level of a peak master, and now another spy hidden among its disciples has been exposed.

He wasn't sure if there was a third or fourth traitor within the sect.

After much deliberation, Li Wudao decided to contact Old Man Xia, who was a powerful Martial Emperor and his master. He was elusive and discreet, so the Demon Clan probably wouldn't be wary of him.

With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated, took out a piece of sound-transmitting jade the size of a pebble, and gently crushed it.

This little gadget is no ordinary thing; it's quite valuable. It contains a spatial array that can instantly send messages over thousands of miles, and it also allows for communication between devices.

However, it can only be used once and lasts for half a quarter of an hour.

"Damn, did Old Man Xia die? Why isn't he replying to my messages yet...?"

After waiting in vain for a long time, Li Wudao began to get anxious.

Just as the sound-transmitting jade was about to shatter, a message arrived.

"Someone has already gone."

Li Wudao was somewhat bewildered and confused by those four short words.

What does Old Man Xia mean by this? Does he have some kind of premonition and know his current situation, and has already sent people to help him?

The problem is that this opponent is not simple; those below the Martial Venerable realm probably can't help at all.

Furthermore, apart from the master and disciple, Misty Peak is practically a ghost peak. Who else could Old Man Xia send?

Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it, took a deep breath, and said:

"The situation is urgent, and we don't know when the sect's support will arrive. I plan to stall for time and look for an opportunity."

Judging by the time, an hour has passed since Gan Ning escaped. If it had been any later, there might have been an accident involving Zhou Bai and the other disciples.

Although he was decisive in killing his enemies, he could never remain indifferent in front of his fellow disciples with whom he had a good relationship.

In particular, Zhou Bai was highly regarded by him, and his sister was also of great use to him.

So, for whatever reason, he had to leave this time.

"Alas, good advice is useless to a damned fool. If you want to die, then go ahead. This saint won't stop you."

The green-haired turtle shook its head and sighed with a pout.

Li Wudao glanced at it, and taking advantage of its inattention, grabbed its bald tail and walked outside, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I'm not entirely sure myself, but I still have you, don't I?"

The mere sight of the Heaven-Slaying Coffin, whose grade was indiscernible, revealed that this turtle possessed extraordinary resources and that its trump cards were no less powerful than his own.

Even if I'm going to die, I have to take it with me, as a safety net.

The green-haired turtle, suspended in mid-air, head down and feet up, looked terrible and yelled, "Damn it, I'm not going! Let go!"

"It's not up to you."

Li Wudao smiled calmly.

"Don't drag me into this mess if you're asking for it. If you don't let go, I'll really bite you!"

The green-haired turtle grumbled and opened its mouth as if to bite.

"The Lunar Lotus..."

Li Wudao uttered three words indifferently.

The green-haired turtle's mouth twitched violently. After holding it in for a long time, it said angrily, "I really give up on you, you old sixth brother!"