Chaos Spirit Field

The monster's roar resounded through the sky, deafening and threatening to tear the world apart. This sound attracted the attention of a nearby group of monks, who quickly rushed towards the source of the sound.

When the team arrived at the scene, they saw a bloody and tragic scene, with monsters gnawing on human corpses. After a fierce fight, all the monsters were killed.

This team came from the Qingniu Sect. They were well-trained, coordinated, and extremely effective. After carefully inspecting the battlefield, a disciple reported to the leader, the deacon, "Sir, these bodies on the ground are from the Black Tiger Team. Without exception, they were all killed by swords. Junior Brother Zhao must have been responsible."

Hearing this, Liu Quan immediately perked up. He quickly asked, "Yuan Fang, what makes you so sure?"

Yuan Fang held up the head of a female cultivator and explained to Liu Quan, "Sir Steward, my family is a family of coroners. Those who die with their eyes open might leave behind images of their murderer. I saw Junior Brother Zhao in this female cultivator's eyes. You also said that Junior Brother Zhao was a master of swordsmanship, which is why I made this inference."

"I see, Yuan Fang, Junior Brother Zhao's status is too noble to be compromised. Have you tracked his whereabouts?"

"Your Excellency, Junior Brother Zhao left not long ago, and I was able to track him down."

Liu Quan was overjoyed. He hadn't expected there to be another expert tracker in his team. It was a shame they all died in the end. The Qingniu Sect disciples had no idea their steward was hunting down Zhao Shanhe.

Yuan Fang was indeed an expert at tracking, and Zhao Shanhe had a keen sense of perception, so he sensed the danger approaching. One chased while the other fled, and they gradually left the outskirts of Wan Yao Mountain.

Liu Quan asked, "Yuan Fang, are you sure you're on the right route?"

"Master Steward, my tracking skills were correct. Junior Brother Zhao seems to have noticed something and has been running away."

"The great demon's territory is ahead. You stay here. I'll go get nephew Zhao. Yuan Fang, follow me."

Without the burden of these people, Liu Quan, with Yuan Fang's guidance, soon spotted Zhao Shanhe's back. He said, "Nephew Zhao, the territory ahead is that of a great demon. Don't go any further. I'm Liu Quan, sent by the sect to pick you up."

Zhao Shanhe ran even faster after hearing Liu Quan's words. He knew the two were locked in a fight to the death. The gap between the Qi Refining Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage was still vast. Even though Liu Quan had brought someone with him, the gap between them was still narrowing.

As if things weren't getting worse, Zhao Shanhe sensed a dangerous situation ahead and was forced to stop. He said, "Deacon Liu, we've had no complaints in the past and no worries in the present. Why are you pressing me so hard? I can swear to heaven that I won't hold you responsible."

Liu Quan was unmoved. He said, "Zhao Shanhe, if you don't die today, I won't be able to sleep or eat in peace!" His eyes were filled with endless hatred and murderous intent, as if he wanted to tear the person in front of him into pieces.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Fang, standing nearby, turned pale as a sheet, his body trembling uncontrollably. He knelt hastily, uttering a horrified cry: "Sir, please spare my life! I will serve you faithfully, even to the bitter end, even at the cost of my life!"

Zhao Shanhe looked at the panicked Yuan Fang, shook his head helplessly, and sighed, "Senior Brother, with my current status and position, do you think Liu Quan will let you go? Things have come to this point, why don't you take action!"

Yuan Fang was stunned when he heard Zhao Shanhe's words. Then he realized he had missed the perfect opportunity to attack. He hadn't made a move, but Liu Quan had already launched a fatal blow. Zhao Shanhe, seeing this, thought to himself, "This is bad news!" and quickly changed direction, returning to his original position. What a useless teammate!

Liu Quan coldly looked at Yuan Fang, who lay in a pool of blood, and said disdainfully, "Zhao Shanhe, I have to say you are indeed very smart. It's a pity that Yuan Fang is too stupid. He actually naively believed that I would hand over the power of my life and death to someone else. It's simply ridiculous!"

Zhao Shanhe said bitterly, "Deacon Liu, this man's words are just empty talk and have no evidence. Even if he told you, no one would believe him. After all, we are from the same sect. Why would you commit more sins by killing him?"

Liu Quan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile, and responded in a cold tone: "Zhao Shanhe, it's your fault that your identity is too special. You are Tan Tai Mingyue's fiancé. Only the dead can keep the secret forever."

Zhao Shanhe said in despair, "Deacon Liu, I know I will die today. I have a last wish. Please give this storage bag to my sister, Zhao Shanhu. I led her to the immortal path, but I couldn't be with her until the end. This is my only wish. I, Zhao Shanhe, am a man of integrity. Even death will not be at the hands of others."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Shanhe suddenly drew the sword from his waist, known as Shanhe, and without hesitation, stabbed himself in the chest! Instantly, crimson blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering the ground. Then, his body collapsed, breathless, already dead.

Liu Quan's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. However, after a moment's reflection, he felt it was within his expectations. He slowly leaned over and picked up the fallen storage bag, secretly wondering what precious item was hidden within, something so precious that Zhao Shanhe would risk his life to leave it for his sister.

When Liu Quan opened the storage bag and took out the item, he was utterly disappointed—all he saw was an ordinary, unremarkable spiritual herb. But then, a sudden thought struck him. His face turned pale as paper, beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, and his entire body trembled. He roared angrily, "Spiritual herb, Zhao Shanhe! I'm going to tear you into pieces!"

The spirit-nourishing herb suddenly exploded! Because of the suddenness of the incident, Liu Quan was caught off guard and was splattered with herb debris and juice. Remember, this place is located in the Ten Thousand Demons Mountain, and this spirit-nourishing herb is also known as the demon-attracting herb!

The earth suddenly trembled, as if struck by a violent earthquake. Accompanied by roaring noises, a ferocious, enormous monster bolted from the forest, its momentum unstoppable! Just as the behemoth was about to crush Zhao Shanhe's corpse, something unexpected occurred—the lifeless corpse miraculously stirred and rolled to the side with all its might.

Seeing this, Liu Quan was both shocked and angry. He raised his head and roared to the sky: "Zhao Shanhe, you insidious and cunning little devil, even if I turn into a fierce ghost, I will never let you go."

Zhao Shanhe sat up after the monsters walked away. Life is a drama and it all depends on acting. He thought about it in the cave for a few days and came up with the plan of faking death and escaping. He didn't expect to really use it today. Thanks to the TV series in his previous life, the blood that spurted out was the blood bag he prepared in advance. The Shanhe Sword did not pierce the chest, but went through the armpit.