Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

Zheng Xiaoqiao held Ma Zhan's left hand in hers and carefully applied the ointment. Looking at the skin and flesh that had been blown up by the wind and thunder wood, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

He Ling, standing aside, stared blankly at the backs of Ma Zhan and Zheng Xiaoqiao leaning against each other. She finally understood the gap between herself and Ma Zhan.

He usually laughs and seems to be a frivolous person, but once he gets angry, he is so cruel and ruthless. The invisible iron-blooded murderous intent terrifies those standing behind him so much that they dare not move.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Uncle Master Miaoyi accepted him as his disciple.

Ma Zhan felt the coolness in his hands, and at the same time watched the entire process of the Fengdu disciples making corpse slaves.

Simply put, it is to take a person with an incomplete soul, or a corpse with a little soul left after death, and use unique means to control the incomplete soul in the body of the corpse slave.

Seeing Lin Yuejing and Xiaohua putting the corpse slave into the corpse refining cauldron, Ma Zhan said to them: "Now, you and I have a common secret. People who have a common secret are considered family.

However, I still have one choice, which is to kill you and silence you. Whether you are silenced or become one of us is up to you."

Ma Zhan's tone was calm, but to Lin Yueshu and Xiaohua, it was like a thunderclap. They were certain that the man behind the mask could kill them at any time.

"You two will keep watch tonight." Ma Zhan and Zheng Xiaoqiao returned to the tent.

After Liu Nange set up a camouflage formation, he set up a defensive formation before returning to the tent to rest with peace of mind.

He Ling tentatively asked Lin Yuejing, "Are you and Senior-Master Yueshu sisters?"

Lin Yuejing was in awe of Ma Zhan, and she wasn't going to be polite to He Ling, a little girl with only a sixth-grade cultivation level. "If you know too much, you'll die."

Although the two were sisters, apart from looking alike, their personalities and temperaments were completely opposite. He Ling was frightened by Lin Yuejing's evil aura and ran into the tent in panic.

Xiaohua asked in confusion, "Sister Yuejing, a fifth-rank cultivator can go without sleep for eight or ten days without any problem. Why do they have to set up a tent like ordinary people?"

Lin Yuejing took a look at the four tents and expressed her understanding.

"Every practitioner has his or her own thoughts. Some believe that with their cultivation, they can escape from the mundane world and become immortals.

Some believe that practitioners are human beings too, with emotions and desires, and the need to eat, drink, defecate, and urinate. Apart from their cultivation, they are no different from ordinary people.

Look at that Qinghu. When he met us during the day, he acted like a scoundrel. But tonight, he got really ruthless and killed three disciples of the Ku Ku Temple without blinking an eye.

Xiaohua nodded, seeming to understand, "Stay awake so boring, I'm going to plant some flowers."

Ling Yuejing looked at Xiaohua who was busy planting flowers, and recalled the days when she was a child and stayed with her sister every day.

——Inside the Yinlusi, the second sun slowly rose, and Ma Zhan and his group continued to explore this small world.

The team has grown from five people to seven.

Lin Yuejing and Xiaohua handed over their own water and fire signs that were similar to their number plates, and Liu Nange put them into the national seal.

The seven-man formation remained focused on protecting Liu Nange, with Ma Zhan leading the way and Puyang Yingjun covering the rear. Lin Yuejing and Xiaohua had altered their appearances, donning clothing similar to that of sect disciples.

The seven people walked along a path that was only two meters wide and had cliffs on both sides.

Ma Zhan noticed the two-colored flowers emerging from the cracks in the rock overhead, causing the rock to sway precariously. He immediately gave the order, and all seven of them released their protective Qi to increase their speed.

Just as we were about to pass the dangerous area of falling objects, a small river of unknown origin appeared in front of us, intersecting with the path to form a crossroads.

Standing on the path and observing, the river, upstream and downstream, was all pressed down by the mountain. Ma Zhan estimated the width of the river and thought that he could jump across it with a single leap without any need for Qinggong.

There was something strange about this abrupt river. Ma Zhan squatted by the river and observed it.

The flow of the river is almost invisible to the naked eye, and even with spiritual sense, one cannot detect even an inch below the surface.

"Ah~hiss~" As soon as Ma Zhan's left hand touched the river water, it felt like being pricked by countless fine needles. He quickly pulled his arm back, and his left hand felt like it had been splashed with sulfuric acid, burning with excruciating pain.

"What kind of water is this? Once it touches me, my protective Qi is useless."

Zheng Xiaoqiao ran over to Ma Zhan, pinched his left hand, and said angrily, "The old wound hasn't healed yet, and you've got a new one."

"Oh shit..." Ma Zhan clearly felt a sharp burning sensation on his hand, but why was there a layer of frost on it? The joints of his left hand felt stiff from the extremely low temperature, and his entire left hand was numb.

Ma Zhan quickly practiced Changchun Gong, driving the small green dots in his body to his left hand. A beam of red light emerged from the red pupil of his left eye and shone on his left hand.

Under the dual treatment, his left hand slowly recovered. He gazed at the river, lost in thought. 'What kind of water is this? Strong acid? Strong alkali? Extremely cold? . . . At such a low temperature, it should have frozen.'

"Lin Yuejing, Yinlusi is your home turf. Do you know anything about this river?"

Hearing Ma Zhan's question, Lin Yuejing told him everything she knew.

"Legend has it that our Fengdu Ghost King once visited the underworld. He took a section of the Forgotten River from the underworld and pressed it into our Fengdu.

But I don’t know whether it’s in the Yinlusi or on this river.”

Ma Zhan thought to himself, your Ghost Emperor is really powerful, he even dares to fleece the wool of the underworld.

Ma Zhan took out Jie Chen's iron rod and Jie Chi's sword from Zheng Xiaoqiao's bronze cup. Tentatively, he plunged one end of the rod into the river.

The river water suddenly gurgled and bubbles appeared. Ma Zhan quickly pulled the iron rod out of the river, and half of the iron rod was instantly covered with frost.

"Snap~" After the iron rod lightly touched the ground, half of the frozen iron rod broke into pieces.

Ma Zhan repeated the experiment with his sword, and the sword and the iron rod had the same fate.

Ma Zhan didn't dare to plunge his tiger staff into the water, but he suddenly thought of something. Zheng Xiaoqiao's bronze cup could collect all the water in the world. This river water was also water. Even if it was the water of the Wangchuan River, it was still the water of the world.

So he told Zheng Xiaoqiao, "Xiaoqiao, try it with your bronze jug. Collect a little and drop it into the river. The river will dilute it and the bronze jug will have no effect."

Zheng Xiaoqiao nodded, but did not follow Ma Zhan's advice. She directly opened up a new river channel beside her natal river and collected nearly a basin of water into it.

The water of the Wangchuan River violently resisted the restraint of the bronze jug, but the water in the river was too little to make a significant impact. Zheng Xiaoqiao could only suppress it, and the basin of river water would become obedient.

Zheng Xiaoqiao raised the corner of his mouth and nodded to Ma Zhan.