Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Shanhe sighed as he gazed at Qin Shou's corpse. "I was too naive to trust someone I'd only met once," he said. "Every failure is a lesson." He then began a thorough search of the body. After some searching, he discovered that these Tianjian Sect disciples were quite wealthy. Not only had they collected a large number of precious spiritual herbs, but they also possessed flying swords that were at least top-grade magical instruments. Of particular note was the flying sword of their direct disciple, Fan Jian, a mid-grade magical instrument of excellent quality!

Faced with such tempting wealth, it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted. However, considering his own safety, Zhao Shanhe, after much deliberation, decided to forgo the artifacts bearing the Heavenly Sword Sect's insignia. After all, he would have to hand in his storage bag upon leaving the Immortal Grass Secret Realm. Secret realms were secret, but they were still troublesome, and major sects were known to be unreasonable. The path to immortality was already fraught with thorns and dangers, and he must not put himself in danger for the sake of such petty gains.

At the same time, aboard a flying boat outside the Immortal Grass Secret Realm, the head of the Tianjian Sect, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. The disciples sent to the Immortal Grass Secret Realm for training had been losing contact one after another, presumably meeting with something unforeseen. He asked, "Master Tantai, has Zhao Shanhe sent back any news?"

Tantai Mieming replied, "No, I don't know why Sect Leader Bai asked this."

"One of our sect's direct disciples, three inner disciples, and three outer disciples have suddenly lost contact."

Tan Tai Mieming sighed and said, "It seems that the Wuxiang Sect has sent many masters into the Immortal Grass Secret Realm, and the Qingniu Sect has also lost contact with two inner disciples."

The disciples of Tianjian Sect were killed by Zhao Shanhe, but who did it to kill the disciples of Qingniu Sect?

The Immortal Grass Secret Realm was filled with blood and slaughter. Ouyang Bufan wiped the blood from his mouth and, without hesitation, unleashed a fireball spell on the two mummies lying on the ground. Instantly, the two mummies were engulfed in the raging flames, turning to ash that drifted away.

Ouyang Bufan stared ahead with a cold gaze, and said in a low and threatening voice: "Zhang Meili, how long are you going to hide? Do you really think you can hide it from my eyes!"

Hearing Ouyang Bufan's cry, Zhang Meili's face turned pale and she responded in horror: "Senior Brother Ouyang, I... I didn't see anything, please forgive me!"

However, Ouyang Bufan ignored her pleas for mercy. Instead, he licked his lips gently with his tongue, revealing a sinister and cunning smile: "Humph, the blood of a person with a natural spiritual root is a great tonic. I will definitely savor it slowly later."

Before she finished her words, Zhang Meili suddenly called out, "Golden Arrow Technique!" Instantly, an enormous golden arrow materialized from thin air, hurtling towards Ouyang Bufan with unparalleled force. Facing this sudden attack, Ouyang Bufan remained calm. He gathered spiritual energy in his right hand, and a flaming phoenix soared into the air, roaring and charging towards the golden arrow.

The two powerful forces collided with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust. Ouyang Bufan was secretly surprised. According to common sense, the Fire Phoenix should be able to easily suppress the Golden Arrow, but why did the two cancel each other out?

When the smoke and dust cleared, Ouyang Bufan was shocked to discover that Zhang Meili had taken the opportunity to escape. He knew that if this news got out, it would cause an uproar and the consequences would be disastrous. So, without delay, he immediately launched into full-force pursuit.

Zhang Meili fled in panic. She found two fellow disciples nearby, one in each direction: Zhao Shanhe and the other Ouyang Shaogong. She chose the latter without hesitation. Seeing Ouyang Shaogong, she excitedly said, "Brother Shaogong, I saw Ouyang Bufan sucking human blood. He's chasing me."

Ouyang Shaogong comforted her, "Beautiful sister, no one can hurt you with me here. Please explain the situation clearly."

Zhang Meili said in shock, "Brother Shaogong, I saw Ouyang Bufan suddenly attack Senior Brothers Li and Zhao. After they were knocked down by him, he suddenly bared his fangs and bit their necks. In a short while, the two brothers were reduced to mummies."

"Beautiful sister, are these fangs like this?"

"Brother Shao Gong, that's how it is. How come you have it too?"

Zhang Meili felt dizzy and found herself unable to move or speak. Then she remembered that Ouyang Shaogong's surname was also Ouyang. She felt so stupid that she had led a sheep into the tiger's mouth. Tears of regret flowed down her face.

Ouyang Shaogong stood there quietly, finally waiting for the belated arrival of Ouyang Bufan. He said in a reproachful tone, "Thirteenth Brother, you actually let someone discover our clan's secret. You are truly careless."

Ouyang Bufan said loudly: "Ouyang Shaogong, I will repay your favor. Zhang Meili's spiritual root is for you to enjoy."

Ouyang Shaogong sneered and responded, "Thirteenth Brother, I was born with spiritual roots. Why should I improve my cultivation by sucking the blood of others? You'd better take care of yourself." After saying that, he resolutely turned around and left.

Ouyang Bufan kicked Zhang Meili, who had turned into a mummy, away and stood up. He felt nauseous and even more angry. He roared, "Ouyang Shaogong, you tricked me."

"Thirteenth brother, if you want to attack me, you'd better put on your clothes first. It's really eye-catching, and I won't leave."

Ouyang Bufan put on his clothes and burned the mummy on the ground. Ouyang Shaogong teased, "Thirteenth Brother, Zhang Meili is your first woman. You burned her like that. How cruel!"

"You're looking for death, little bastard."

Ouyang Shaogong's expression changed when he heard this name, but soon he became calm again and said calmly, "Who will win or lose will be known only after the fight. Why are you so anxious? It's as solid as a rock."