The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 348 - 344 Brutal

Chapter 348: Chapter 344: Brutal

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Chapter 348: Chapter 344: Brutal

“Elder Lu, I’ll go with you.” The Bearded Man was the first to respond.

“We’ll go too.” As expected, the scattered cultivators who were waiting before also replied one by one.

For a moment, the faces of everyone present turned ugly, and many even cast blame and anger towards Shen Luo.

“Elder Lu, fellow Daoists, let’s not say things in anger.” The Old Man said with an embarrassed smile, trying to mediate.

What he didn’t know was that these people had already made up their minds to leave.

Lu Yong only glanced at him, without the intention to mediate at all.

At this point, Bai Xiaoyun suddenly took a step forward, and Lu Yong and his people instinctively stepped back.

“Everyone has their own ambitions. If you want to leave, we won’t force you to stay. Please, leave.” Bai Xiaoyun’s gaze slightly condensed as he spoke.

During his speech, an invisible aura erupted, making the hearts of all cultivators present throb.

His attitude was consistent with Shen Luo’s, even more hardline, unceremoniously asking them to leave.

The cultivators who had been thinking about other plans dared not directly abandon their families to go with Lu Yong and his people due to Shen Luo’s prior words. Now, they immediately retracted all their misplaced thoughts after seeing Bai Xiaoyun’s stern demeanor.

After all, a Great Mahayana Stage Cultivator is more reliable than a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator.

Lu Yong looked around and found that apart from the few people who had followed him earlier, no one else joined his team. He inwardly cursed, but he could only respectfully say, “Then, my junior fellows and I will take our leave.”

After saying this, he slightly saluted, then turned to leave with his group.

Shen Luo watched their retreating figures not feeling any loss, thinking to himself, “Hesitation leads to chaos.”

“They… have really gone, then what do we do next?” Chen Chuan asked only after those people had gone far.

“After I recuperate for a few days and my injuries are somewhat healed, I’ll infiltrate Wushan alone and look for a path that can be used.” Bai Xiaoyun said after a moment’s contemplation.

“There are many great demons and monsters lurking in Wushan, it is too risky for you to infiltrate alone.” Shen Luo immediately frowned upon hearing this.

“Indeed, this plan seems too reckless; not suitable, not suitable…” Others also tried to persuade him.

“Apart from this, I’m afraid there are no other methods.” Bai Xiaoyun pondered.

“I do have another method here which we could try,” Shen Luo, who had prepared his thoughts beforehand, spoke.

“What method?” Everyone asked hurriedly.

“We will take the long route east and bypass the Witch Mountain Range. When the time comes, we will pass through Zhenhaiguan, and then circle northwest back to Chang’an. How about it?” Shen Luo suggested.

After hearing this, everyone fell into contemplation.

“Although this detour is extremely long… it seems to be safer.” One of them pondered.

“We’ve not yet received any news that Zhenhaiguan has fallen…” Chen Chuan hesitated.

“Communication has been cut off everywhere now, who knows if that side has been breached. If we rush over rashly, we may come back empty-handed.” Another person also expressed worries.

“Actually, there’s no need to worry about this. You might be unaware that the area near Zhenhaiguan has a peculiar geological structure. There are many underground channels eroded by the infiltrating sea. When the time comes, we can sneak through these underground waterways.” Shen Luo explained.

Zhenhaiguan is located in Yu State, near the Eastern Sea, a place Shen Luo has never been to.

He only got information about these underground waterways from some ancient books. Right now, he mainly said this to stabilize everyone’s mind.

“If it’s like this, it indeed seems like a good strategy.” Chen Chuan pondered for a moment and then nodded.

The rest of the people also felt that this plan was feasible and nodded in agreement.

“Since everyone has no objections, we will continue to set off after half a day’s rest.” Bai Xiaoyun concluded.

Without Lu Yong and his party, and considering the people previously lost at Jianmen Pass, there were only about twenty cultivators left in the team. The loss of ordinary people was even more considerable, with only about a hundred left.

This team with low morale, led by Bai Xiaoyun, set off on the long detour to the east with difficulty.

…

Time flew by, and it was several months later.

In the terrain of Yu State, hundreds of giant blue toads were jumping up and down in the mountain range. The dense forests were crushed bit by bit, and dust was stirred up continually.

The bodies of these blue toads were like bronze. There were clusters of poisonous glands on their bodies. As they moved, they shed rust-like powdery crystals, which scattered everywhere with the wind.

Where the powder landed, flowers, grasses, and trees all withered instantly. Even the soil on the ground was inevitably dyed with a layer of dark green traces, turning it into barren land.

However, on the back of the giant toad at the forefront sat a short, squat old man. He was wearing an oversized green robe, which still couldn’t hide his hefty stature.

The old man was rather ugly. His brow was broad and flat, his nose was flat and collapsed, his eyes were surprisingly large, coupled with a wide, fatty toad mouth – no matter how you looked at him, he seemed like a toad that had gained spiritual wisdom.

The old man was sitting with his hands folded in front of him, seemingly meditating. His chin and neck formed two large lumps that expanded and contracted with his breathing, and from the corners of his mouth, thick green poisonous gas wafted out periodically.

Suddenly, a sharp cry came from above the old man’s head. A large shadow circled in mid-air and began to descend toward them.

The old toad man looked up and saw a giant Golden Eagle, over ten feet long, gliding towards them. As the golden eagle was about to land, it folded its wings, and its gold covered feathers were enveloped by a flowing light, transforming into a middle-aged man wearing a golden crown adorned with many pearls.

This man had a handsome face, slanted eyebrows, and bright, sharp eyes. His hooked nose had just the right curvature, and lacked any sinister feeling. However, his demeanor was extremely cold.

“Seeing Daoist friend Junzhi’s expression, it seems you weren’t able to find those homeless dogs?” The Toad Elder was the first to speak, chuckling.

“Hmph, old toad, don’t make fun of me. Your apprentices were also fooled by them. They’ve also been searching for so long and found no trace of those people.” The eagle-nosed man, Junzhi, replied with a cold hum.

“Never mind, we are not here to find those people, but homeless dogs who are on their last breath. We need to hurry to the Eastern Sea for backup. If we delay any longer, the gains will not make up for the losses,” the Toad Elder replied without anger but a dismissive wave of his hand.

“No, judging by these people’s tracks, they’re clearly heading east. They might be heading to the Eastern Sea to meddle. I must find them.” Junzhi’s brows furrowed as he spoke determinedly.