After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 144 - Evil Shadow

Chapter 144: Evil Shadow

Daoji Ancestral Land is a masterless secret realm.

A masterless secret realm means that one doesn’t need to pay spirit stones to enter. Many secret realms in the Eastern Region are monopolized by certain families or sects, and one has to pay an entrance fee to get in.

However, it seems that because there are several immortals’ tombs inside the Daoji Ancestral Land, and these immortals care about their territory and do not tolerate any affront to their dignity, no one dares to claim control over the Daoji Ancestral Land.

Finally, as the sun sets, the Daoji Ancestral Land opens, and a vortex of spiritual energy emerges. Jiang Huai gently holds Wen Wanwan’s hand and steps into the Daoji Ancestral Land with her.

After a slight dizziness, the scenery changes in an instant, and Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan find themselves in a peach blossom forest. The peach trees are in full bloom, and a breeze brings down a shower of petals.

Jiang Huai looks around and sees no other cultivators who have landed with them by chance. He speaks softly,

“We can just take a leisurely stroll. The spiritual energy inside the Daoji Ancestral Land is pure, and there aren’t many dangerous places. The spiritual energy of heaven is something you encounter by chance, not by seeking. If there is a big opportunity, there will be signs in the world, and we can head there then.”

Wen Wanwan obediently follows by Jiang Huai’s side.

......

Mo Wanqiu enters the Daoji Ancestral Land alone.

Due to the restrictions of the inheritance secret realm, her protector naturally cannot enter. Her cultivation is also at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

She lands in a field of wildflowers, with flowers blooming all around. Mo Wanqiu hurriedly takes out the communication spirit jade she carries with her. This is a pair of spirit jade that can only communicate with each other, but the distance it can reach is very far, mostly used as a token of affection between Dao companions.

Mo Wanqiu stands still, and soon the spirit jade in her hand begins to heat up, meaning that the owner of the other piece of spirit jade has found her trace according to the spiritual energy of the transmission. She waits for a long time until finally, a man in a black robe appears before her.

She runs up to him almost without stopping. The man in the black robe takes off the hood covering his head, revealing a handsome face, but his eyes are slightly cold and sinister.

“I’ve finally seen the master,” Mo Wanqiu’s voice is soft and sweet, but she is even taller than the young man in front of her, creating a particularly delicate contrast between their figures.

Unfortunately, even seeing Mo Wanqiu’s pleasing expression, Mo Dan only looks at her indifferently, the coldness in his eyes not diminishing.

“How did the task I gave you go?”

“I’ve carefully observed the cultivators who came to the Daoji Ancestral Land this time. Apart from the saintess of the Guanyue Sect, Xu Qing, who cannot be touched, today I also saw a male cultivator outside the secret realm. His cultivation is only at the first level of Qi Refining, but his soul is unfathomable. He seems to be accompanying a beautiful woman to the Daoji Ancestral Land.”

The male cultivator’s smile also carries a hint of coldness.

“Xu Qing cannot be touched? No... this time, in the Daoji Ancestral Land, no one can escape.”

......

Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan wander around the Daoji Ancestral Land for an hour.

The Daoji Ancestral Land is not a dangerous secret realm. Along the way, Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan don’t encounter anything extraordinary. He picks many flowers and weaves a small flower crown for Wen Wanwan to wear on her head.

The season inside the Daoji Ancestral Land is warm spring, as if it has just rained, with a faint scent of grass and trees in the air. Wen Wanwan’s steps are light. It’s her first time entering a secret realm, and although she was a bit uneasy at first, she gradually relaxes.

The two come to a stream and are about to rest for a while when Jiang Huai sees fresh bloodstains on the rocks by the stream and suddenly pauses, then quickly leads Wen Wanwan towards it.

There is a dried corpse by the stream.

The corpse is now withered, all blood color gone, as if it had been dead for a long time, but the bloodstain on the rock is clearly fresh. Jiang Huai recognizes the face from the contours of the corpse’s cheeks; he had just seen it a few hours ago.

Wen Wanwan’s face turns pale, and Jiang Huai gently holds her hand, soothingly saying,

“An evil cultivator has entered the Daoji Ancestral Land.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here with you,” Jiang Huai says softly.

Jiang Huai then examines the body more closely. Over the years, as he followed Chu Xianning to slay evil cultivators, he has encountered many evil cultivator methods. Most evil cultivators practice Gu arts, and each has their own life Gu insect, which can enhance their cultivation by devouring others’ flesh and blood and grant the evil cultivator certain powers. The body in front of them has been drained of all blood and, to be precise, all spiritual energy.

After the investigation, Jiang Huai holds Wen Wanwan’s hand and says softly.

“It’s okay, let’s continue exploring. My soul aura is surrounding us, and any movement will be sensed. With me by your side, there’s nothing to fear.”

Wen Wanwan nods obediently but still clings closer to him out of fear. Jiang Huai simply wraps his arm around her shoulder, comforting her softly.

As the daylight fades, the secret realm approaches night. Jiang Huai has not yet found a cave to rest in, and his expression becomes slightly more worried. He and Wen Wanwan have been wandering around the secret realm for half a day and have already seen three corpses that died in exactly the same way.

Logically, even if an evil cultivator at the late stage of Foundation Establishment were to face these cultivators, even with a complete advantage, there should be signs of battle where the bodies were found. But strangely, the places where the corpses were found showed no signs of struggle, as if they were ambushed from behind and died on the spot, drained of their flesh and spiritual energy.

As Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan continue forward, they see a firelight from the dense forest.

He leads Wen Wanwan closer, and by the firelight are three men and two women who have started a bonfire. The three male cultivators are wearing sect robes that Jiang Huai doesn’t quite recognize, perhaps from another continent, while the two women are dressed in luxurious clothes, seemingly noble ladies.

The moment the two appear, the five of them show a wary look. One of the male cultivators sizes them up and then asks.

“Where do you come from, fellow Daoist?”

“Yuelan Continent, Tianxuan Sect,” Jiang Huai responds calmly.

“And you?”

“We three are cultivators from the Linglong Continent’s Qiankun Sect, and these two fairies are the fifth and sixth young ladies of the Fang family from the Linglong Continent, whom we met on the way,” the oldest cultivator stands up from the bonfire.

“Did you see any withered corpses on your way here?”

Jiang Huai nods slightly.

“It seems that an evil cultivator with sinister methods has infiltrated this Daoji Ancestral Land. That’s why we gathered together to protect each other. Would you two like to stay? Let’s gather together tonight, take turns keeping watch, and not give the evil cultivator a chance to sneak attack?”

Jiang Huai hesitates for a moment, then leads Wen Wanwan to the bonfire. He’s not seeking their protection but rather wants to gather more information about the evil cultivator.

He takes out the Daoji Ancestral Land map he prepared earlier and starts asking where they have seen the bodies.

The two young ladies from the Fang family curiously glance at Jiang Huai and are attracted by his handsome appearance, unable to look away. But then they see the cool and beautiful Wen Wanwan by his side and feel somewhat inferior.

Listening to the five people’s descriptions, Jiang Huai’s eyebrows furrow again. He circles several spots on the map. If what they say is true, then there are at least eight victims in this secret realm, all dying without warning, with no signs of battle at the scene of death.

After getting the information he wanted, Jiang Huai is about to stand up when one of the male cultivators enthusiastically says.

“Let the three fairies rest well tonight, and the four of us will take turns keeping watch. What do you think? With such a terrifying evil cultivator, it’s too dangerous for you two to walk alone in the secret realm.”

“The nights in the Daoji Ancestral Land are really cold. Would you like to have a drink to warm up?”

Jiang Huai doesn’t plan to drink or continue chatting with these people, but the moment the cultivator hands over the wine, Jiang Huai suddenly freezes, then smiles and asks.

“Are you really from the Qiankun Sect?”

“Of course.”

Jiang Huai takes the spirit wine handed to him, smells it closely, then tastes a sip and says.

“This wine contains the juice of the spirit snake flower, an aphrodisiac effective only on women, taking effect within the time of three incense sticks. Have you all drunk it?”

Jiang Huai looks at the two young ladies from the Fang family sitting there. The two young ladies are startled, then look at each other and panic, “W-we drank a little just now...”

Jiang Huai let out a soft sigh, “Haven’t your elders ever taught you not to drink something that others have drunk when you’re away from home?”

“T-they drank it first... Only after that did we dare to drink it, a-and we only took a very small sip... They said they would protect us...” Miss Fang, the second sister, replied with a sense of grievance.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Jiang Huai’s eyes, “The liquid from the spirit snake flower in this has at least five drops added. Just one drop is enough to make you confused and infatuated, five drops... I reckon soon you’ll be stripping off your clothes and throwing yourselves at them.”

Fear filled the eyes of the two Miss Fangs instantly.

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When Jiang Huai looked back at the three cultivators from the Qiankun Sect, their bodies were already tense, hands on the hilts of their swords.