Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 345 - 258 Truth

Chapter 345: Chapter 258 Truth

“Yes.”

“Humph, consider yourselves lucky!”

Wei Yong’an and Iron Pan Master, having cultivated to the Golden Core Realm, were naturally not fools. Seeing the tide had turned, they promptly changed their attitudes.

Zhao Sheng, of course, knew the balance was exceedingly fragile at the moment and that everyone harbored their own schemes.

However, what might happen later was not the concern for now, escaping this dangerous place as soon as possible was the rational course of action.

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In just a short while, the Spiritual Power within his body had been drained considerably.

If they did not leave this place quickly, they would all soon perish here.

Thinking this, Zhao Sheng took out a bottle of Second-order Essence Spirit Pills and swallowed the whole ten pills without a second glance.

…

Seeing this, Fu Yue took the opportunity to suggest, “Master Wei, Senior Iron Pan, I propose we divide the relics roughly into eight parts. Mr. Yang, Master Wei, and Senior Iron Pan each take two shares, while we two will take one each. What do you think of my idea?”

As he spoke, Fu Yue looked toward Zhao Sheng with an anxious expression.

“That would be fine. Please go ahead and take care of it, Mr. Fu,” Zhao Sheng agreed without any objection, nodding his head.

“That’s a good idea!” Wei Yong’an nodded in approval.

Iron Pan Master only had eyes for the Chi Demon Banner and the Great Chi Jian Golden Body. He wasn’t too concerned about these trivial gains.

Fu Yue, seeing that everyone agreed, took the initiative to go to the pile of clothes under the Chi Demon Banner and began to carefully search for Storage Bags and various Magic Artifacts.

Because of the Soul Absorption Array, Fu Yue didn’t have time to divide everything meticulously and only made a rough estimate, dividing the Spiritual Artifacts and Magic Artifacts into approximately ten parts according to their grade.

As for the Storage Bags, they were divided evenly by number without even opening them. Any extra Storage Bags had their contents dumped out and similarly divided into approximately ten parts based on value.

In just a few minutes, all the relics were distributed.

There was no more to be said. Wei Yong’an and Iron Pan Master, the two in the Golden Core Realm, went first to choose. Then it was Zhao Sheng’s turn, and lastly came Fu Yue and the nameless one in the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

The whole process unexpectedly went smoothly, which gave Zhao Sheng a sigh of relief.

But the next second, Fu Yue cautiously asked, “Master Wei, Senior Iron Pan, may I ask how to dispose of the relics of Master Jiang and the Soul Servant Old Monster?”

Zhao Sheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, feeling a bit tense inside.

Fu Yue’s question seemed simple, but it concealed deeper implications. Now, it depended on how the two Golden Core experts would respond.

Wei Yong’an glanced at Zhao Sheng and the others, then said in a light manner, “Taoist Tie Pan, how about you and I each take one part of these two sets of relics?”

“Fine, this old man wants the share of the Soul Servant Old Monster,” Iron Pan Master said without any courtesies.

“As you wish!”

Having said this, Wei Yong’an gestured with his hand, and two embroidered golden Storage Bags suddenly flew up from the ground and into his hand.

Together with them was also one of Jiang Tianlu’s Magical Treasures, a golden, inch-long, double-bladed Golden Shuttle: the Heavenly Departure Shuttle.

On the other side, Iron Pan Master also collected the relics of the Soul Servant Old Monster, a plain black bracelet and a rosary made of finger bones.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng’s heart sank. Judging by their actions, they still had murderous intentions. It would be difficult for his party of three to escape disaster.

“It looks like we need to be extremely cautious!” Zhao Sheng reminded himself inwardly.

After dividing the relics, Iron Pan Master suddenly looked at Fu Yue with a smile that was not really a smile, and ordered in a cold tone, “Fu Yue, go and bring me that Chi Demon Banner.”

The elder named Bai Mei, Fu Yue, visibly shook as he heard this, looking fearfully at Iron Pan Master, stuttering, “Senior, I—”

“Just go if I tell you to; what’s with all this nonsense?” Iron Pan Master interrupted him squarely, glaring with murderous intent in his eyes.

Fu Yue shrank back in fear, looking pitifully at Zhao Sheng for help.

But Zhao Sheng turned his head away, as he owed no obligation to Fu Yue.

Meanwhile, Wei Yong’an didn’t seem to mind Iron Pan Master’s action of taking treasures and had already turned to the palace doors, casting various Break Formation Techniques, working out how to escape from this place.

“Go on, do you need me to force you?”

Facing Iron Pan Master’s threat, Fu Yue helplessly bowed his head, forcing out a pained smile.

“I’ll go now, senior,” he said.

After that, Fu Yue cast several layers of Defensive Magic upon himself and donned a green Wood Armor, then gingerly approached the Chi Demon Banner.

By now, the Chi Demon Banner was securely trapped by layers upon layers of colorful nets, leaving only the bottom segment of the Blood Crystal-like flagpole exposed.

Ten steps,

Eight steps,

…

Three steps,

One step,

Right up close to the Chi Demon Banner, yet nothing untoward had occurred.

Fu Yue’s tension eased slightly as he slowly reached out and grabbed the flagpole.

Ah!

Suddenly, he screamed in agony as a layer of blood light burst from the surface of the flagpole onto Fu Yue’s hand.

This blood light regarded the Defensive Magic as naught and rapidly began to invade his body.

Fu Yue was terrified and tried to free his hand.

But the blood light seemed to possess a sinister and unpredictable magic power, instantly restraining his Spiritual Power, Divine Soul, and flesh as soon as it touched his body.

In an instant, Fu Yue was shrouded in blood light and quickly transformed into a mass of blood light, eventually being absorbed into the Chi Demon Banner.

Bang!

The green Wood Armor fell lightly to the ground, its surface gleaming with a faint green brilliance, which starkly reflected Iron Pan Master’s somber face.

At this moment, Wei Yong’an’s back to everyone stiffened ever so slightly, only to then continue working on the Formation as if nothing had happened.