Gateway of Immortality-Chapter 295: Luo Xingnan

Upon Yu Kong’s questioning, it became clear that Wu Chen and Yan Wu had failed to coordinate properly. In saving Yan Wu, Wu Chen had nearly put himself in grave danger.

Wu Chen’s injuries were more severe than Shangguan Lifeng’s, but with the aid of medicinal pills, recovery wasn’t difficult. However, they didn’t have the luxury of waiting indefinitely.

Yu Kong, noticing that the directions Wu Chen and Yan Wu had explored led to false gates, deduced that the real exit lay among the other six paths. Thus, he instructed Wu Chen and Yan Wu to stay behind and heal while Qin Sang and Yan Wu paired up to continue scouting.

"Daoist Master Qingfeng..." Yan Wu greeted Qin Sang with a slightly awkward expression.

Moments earlier, Yu Kong had sternly reprimanded him, warning him not to entertain any inappropriate thoughts again, or he wouldn’t hesitate to discipline him first.

Yan Wu’s tone carried no trace of resentment, but this only deepened Qin Sang’s doubts. Could it be that the sharp, unsettling gaze he had felt earlier was just his imagination?

Suspicious, Qin Sang glanced at Yan Wu. After some thought, he proposed the method he and Shangguan Lifeng had previously agreed upon: one person leading and the other following, taking turns scouting.

He would rather face the dangers of the sea of fire alone than have a ticking time bomb by his side.

To his surprise, Yan Wu had no objections and readily agreed.

With the prior experience, the risks of scouting had diminished significantly. However, Qin Sang still didn’t trust Yan Wu, maintaining his vigilance.

Just as Qin Sang was about to enter the sea of fire, he suddenly sensed an unusual fluctuation within the fiery domain, causing him to pause instinctively.

Before he could comprehend the significance of the disturbance, an enraged roar erupted from behind him, accompanied by a muffled grunt.

Both voices were unmistakable—Yu Kong’s furious shout and Shangguan Lifeng’s groan of pain!

What happened?

A surge of shock hit Qin Sang as he whirled around to look.

He saw Shangguan Lifeng being struck squarely in the chest by Yu Kong’s palm. The blow created a ghastly depression in his chest, sending him hurtling into the distance, blood spewing from his mouth.

The blood scattered across the air but was instantly incinerated by the flames.

Yu Kong’s attack was fueled by fury, and Shangguan Lifeng had failed to evade it, taking the full brunt of the strike. The severity of his injuries was evident—had he not twisted at the last moment to avoid his heart being struck, he might have died on the spot.

Now, Shangguan Lifeng could barely stand. His face was ashen, and his breathing was weak, yet there was a hint of cold satisfaction in the smirk on his lips.

In exchange for his life-threatening maneuver, Shangguan Lifeng had managed to tightly ensnare Yu Kong with a long yellow rope.

The yellow rope was clearly a top-grade artifact, binding not only Yu Kong’s physical body but also causing his spiritual power to stagnate.

Fve figures had somehow appeared around Yu Kong, surrounding him and the utterly shocked and bewildered Wu Chen, who seemed to have no idea what was happening.

Qin Sang immediately recognized these individuals—he had seen them before.

Standing directly in front of Yu Kong was none other than Luo Xingnan!

Beside Luo Xingnan were four others: an elder surnamed Gong who had infiltrated Sheng Yuanzi’s ranks, a scholar in white robes, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, and Wandering Man.

"Luo Xingnan! You’re alive!"

Yu Kong was even more astonished than Qin Sang.

Though Yu Kong couldn’t fathom how Luo Xingnan had escaped death at the hands of the Hook Snake, or how his seemingly flawless plan had failed, none of that mattered anymore.

Yu Kong realized the peril of his situation and made the only correct decision.

Flee!

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Boom!

The yellow rope was sent flying.

Yu Kong’s face turned bright red as he desperately pushed his Qihai to its limits, forcibly condensing spiritual power. In the end, he detonated an artifact, breaking free from the yellow rope that had tightly bound him.

Although he managed to escape the restraints, the backlash injured him further.

Yu Kong had no time to dwell on his injuries. Suppressing the pain within his body, he darted forward with explosive speed, aiming for the weakest of the five—the white-robed scholar.

But Luo Xingnan and the others, having meticulously planned this ambush, wouldn’t allow him to escape.

The five had already formed a formation. Though the scholar appeared to be a weak spot, it was nothing but a trap—a waiting snare for their prey.

Before Yu Kong could reach the scholar, a phantom ancient seal materialized silently, descending from the heavens with crushing force.

Boom!

The ancient seal slammed into Yu Kong, his face turning deathly pale. His injuries worsened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You old dog! If you’re alive, how could I bear to die?"

Luo Xingnan laughed heartily, pointing a finger. Two streams of sword light, one green and one red, shot out from his palm. The spiritual swords intertwined, unleashing a storm of sword qi that gave Yu Kong no chance to breathe, let alone beg for his life.

Yet Luo Xingnan still took the time to explain, ensuring Yu Kong understood before his demise.

"Did you expect Shao Cunhui to have such an exceptional disciple?"

Yu Kong’s eyes widened in realization.

Luo Xingnan’s mistress, Crescent Moon Fairy, was nothing more than a pawn, a decoy meant to mislead him.

Even Crescent Moon Fairy’s identity might have been intentionally leaked by Luo Xingnan.

To someone like Luo Xingnan, what was a woman worth?

The true hidden operative was Shangguan Lifeng, a disciple of Shao Cunhui, whom Luo Xingnan had somehow recruited from who knows where.

Yu Kong’s gaze turned vacant as a word he had never believed in surfaced in his mind: karma.

With Yu Kong completely suppressed by Luo Xingnan, his defeat inevitable and death only a matter of time, the other four withdrew from the battle.

The scholar floated down beside Wu Chen, placing a hand on his shoulder. Wu Chen, his injuries still unhealed, froze in place, his eyes darting nervously as he dared not move. Meanwhile, the other three lunged toward Qin Sang and Yan Wu.

Qin Sang’s gaze met Wandering Man’s in midair. After a brief exchange, the two immediately turned and dashed into the sea of fire without hesitation.

Yan Wu was a moment slower but ultimately fled in a hurry as well.

Though Luo Xingnan’s group hadn’t killed Wu Chen, it was clear their primary goal was to eliminate Yu Kong. However, Qin Sang knew he was different from Wu Chen. He wouldn’t gamble with his life. Even if captured alive, he’d likely be used as cannon fodder, a fate no better than death.

The sea of fire, though fraught with danger, held a slim chance of survival.

As long as Luo Xingnan and his group were still eyeing the spiritual herbs on the mountain, they wouldn’t waste time scouring the area for escapees.

Wandering Man and his two companions pursued relentlessly.

"Split up!"

Wandering Man shouted, summoning his Spiritual Bamboo Flying Boat, which surged forward with incredible speed. He chased after Qin Sang, disappearing into the depths of the fiery domain in an instant.

The other two exchanged helpless glances, shaking their heads. Unable to match Wandering Man’s speed, they turned their attention to Yan Wu instead.

...

The moment Qin Sang entered the sea of fire, he activated the Nine-Dragon Heavenly Chariot Talisman. Though the talisman’s cracks weren’t fully repaired, it was sufficient to boost his speed to match that of a middle-stage Foundation Building cultivator.

Encircled by a Jiao, Qin Sang easily left Yan Wu behind. After flying a considerable distance, he abruptly stopped.