The fairies I flirted with in the game became real?!-Chapter 760: Only Fools Would Go Back

"You petty thief! If you have the guts, don’t go any further! Turn around and face us for a showdown!"

At the edge of the Blood Sea, an old man’s angry roar suddenly erupted.

Li Muyang, who had already traveled away from the Blood Sea shore and was heading deep into the Blood Sea in a carriage, looked back and saw more than twenty figures of black-robed Puppet Masters appearing on the coast behind him.

All of these Puppet Masters were sinisterly strong and exuded a heavy presence, each of them a formidable force among Puppet Masters.

If it weren’t for the Seven Treasures Glazed Rod, Li Muyang would have had to flee upon encountering any one of them.

Even with the Seven Treasures Glazed Rod, if a conflict were to erupt at this moment, Li Muyang would have to be extremely cautious to avoid disaster.

Seeing such a formidable lineup, Li Muyang raised an eyebrow.

"Black Feather Pavilion is really holding a grudge, huh."

Just for killing a few of their low-level Puppet Masters, they are so relentlessly pursuing, even unleashing their top-notch experts.

Are they that protective over their own?

Glancing at the group of Puppet Masters on the shore, Li Muyang shook his head: "Ah Liang, speed up the carriage, let’s not look back."

Now, only a fool would go back.

The shore was filled with Black Feather Pavilion Puppet Masters, and although Li Muyang was confident in defeating them, he had no time to waste with these vengeful Puppet Masters.

The Blood Sea lay underfoot, and the resting place of the Ancestor Spirit was within sight; he was there to meet the Evil Vein Ancestor Spirit!

Li Muyang was even too lazy to pay any attention to that group of Black Feather Pavilion Puppet Masters, too lazy to utter a few harsh words, he simply acted as if they didn’t exist.

The carriage continued to head deeper into the Blood Sea.

And those Black Feather Pavilion Puppet Masters, apparently lacking the courage to set foot in the Blood Sea.

They could only stand on the shore, furiously shouting and stomping towards Li Muyang in the midst of the Blood Sea.

Soon, the carriage disappeared from the sight of the group of Puppet Masters.

Li Muyang was relaxing inside the carriage.

Grandpa Wumu inside the earthen pot asked in confusion: "Kid, what exactly is your identity? You actually dare to cross the Blood Sea so brazenly?!"

"What’s more ridiculous is that you’ve led us so deep into this place, yet the monsters under the Blood Sea don’t even attack you?"

Grandpa Wumu’s voice was full of astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost.

As the carriage crossed over the Blood Sea, terrifying monster shadows moved indistinctly in the churning blood-red water, swimming beneath the surface.

Yet these massive monster shadows seemed completely unaware of the carriage passing overhead, allowing it to pass freely.

Hearing the astonishment in Grandpa Wumu’s voice, Li Muyang spoke indifferently: "Since I dared to head north, naturally, I have my own confidence."

The terror of the Blood Sea and the Corpse Mountain was something he had read about in the archives of Red Mountain Academic Palace.

When he was flipping through the books in the palace, apart from searching for the legend of Jiang Xiaoyu, he was also looking for geographic features of this world, attempting to find clues to the resting place of the Ancestor Spirits.

Naturally, Li Muyang would not ignore the records of the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, the two terrifying forbidden areas located north of the Ancient Resentment Well.

On his way here, he had already studied the Seven Treasures Glazed Rod given to him by Miao Fengjun.

One of its powers was to conceal one’s aura, making it so that evil spirits and the dead could not detect his presence unless he used his powers.

Now, as the carriage moved across the Blood Sea with many terrifying monsters swimming below,

as long as Li Muyang did not use the power of the Puppet Master or show any anomalies, those monsters would not attack him.

In this way, the carriage sailed through the sea, traversing the realms inhabited by many monsters, and after a day and a night, successfully reached the other side of the Blood Sea.

It is worth noting that the Blood Sea was so peculiar that even the Evil Gods would not appear within it.

As night fell and Ding Liang fell into slumber, Li Muyang drove the carriage alone, unimpeded upon the Blood Sea.

The final barrier after crossing the Blood Sea was the Corpse Mountain.

A fierce and precipitous mountain range appeared on the horizon ahead.

Corpse Mountain doesn’t actually mean that there are a lot of corpses on the mountain.

But it is these treacherous mountains that seem like numerous massive corpses lying prostrate, stretching across the plain.

Here is the border of the north documented in the geographical records of Red Mountain Academic Palace.

Beyond the giant Corpse Mountains lies a void of nothingness.

And within the Corpse Mountains, there are neither monster attacks nor appearances of the Evil God.

The only thing present here is the dark sky and gigantic maggots, three zhang long, wriggling and burrowing through the mountains.

The colorful mist exhaled by these giant maggots shrouds the mountains, confusing directions and muddling minds.

However, the seven-colored glass-like staff leads the way, with dazzling Buddha’s light blooming amid the Corpse Mountains, effortlessly driving away the fog and carving out a spacious road.

Wherever the carriage goes, those huge maggots scurry to hide in panic.

These colossal creatures are surprisingly timid, scared away by the slightest noise.

This time, the Clay Urn Grandpa no longer marveled.

Having seen Li Muyang leaving Ding Liang in the middle of the Corpse Mountains yet intending to take the Clay Urn in, the clay pot began begging for mercy.

"Sir! My noble lord! Please spare my life, treat me as an insignificant fart and let me go."

"Just leave me by the roadside, please don’t take me in there!"

"I’m genuinely scared, I don’t want to die!"

The Clay Urn Grandpa, with its undead attributes, actually began to fear death.

And even started begging for mercy.

Li Muyang looked at it in surprise, saying, "You’re actually afraid of death? Can something in there actually kill you?"

The Clay Urn Grandpa howled and pleaded, "I’m not afraid of common death, but dying in there is a thousand times more painful than being dismembered!"

Li Muyang was amused: "Have you died in there before? How do you know so well?"

The Clay Urn Grandpa was instantly irritated to the point of itching gums: "Back in the day, the brats of the Jiang Family threw me into the darkness and void behind the Corpse Mountains to experiment, three times in total! This is an enmity too deep to be shared under the heavens!"

After hearing the past of the Clay Urn Grandpa, Li Muyang clicked his tongue.

"I see."

But he still took the clay pot with him.

"However, I don’t feel comfortable leaving you with Ding Liang; you’re not exactly a good thing."

"But rest assured, I won’t throw you in there to torture you."

"You can just wait outside for me to come out."

Thus, Li Muyang drove the carriage into the second half of the Corpse Mountains.

There is no danger within the Corpse Mountains; it is very safe for Ding Liang to stay here, as long as he obediently stays put and doesn’t run around.

It could be said that this is the safest place within Ancient Resentment Well, with no appearances of any Evil God.

Under the protection of the Buddha’s light from the seven-colored glass-like staff, the carriage continued onward.

Inside the coach, the Clay Urn Grandpa wailed incessantly, crying and begging for mercy.

This fellow was already crying deliriously, deathly afraid that Li Muyang would throw it into the void to torment him, even though Li Muyang promised not to do so, it still did not wish to go any further.

In this way, the carriage proceeded for another two hours.

Just as the sky gradually darkened, a faint figure suddenly appeared amongst the fog of the Mist Mountains ahead.

It was a woman, standing quietly in the fog, seemingly waiting for something.

Upon seeing the carriage, the woman turned and walked away, disappearing into the depths of the fog.

Upon witnessing this scene, Li Muyang paused, then his eyes filled with excitement.

Because that blurry figure of a woman seemed like... Little Wild Grass?

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