Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

The scene before us suggests that, if this sandcastle had been intact, it could have housed hundreds of people.

Today, yellow sand has buried half of the wall, leaving only a desolate and lifeless landscape.

"I wonder who lived in this sandcastle before it was abandoned?"

"Were there guards from the Uqi Kingdom who once protected the treasure?"

Li Fu and his men were on high alert, wary of possible attacks from the sky, the ground, or from the shadows.

The wind and sand still howl.

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Zhu Tongzhou suddenly felt a strange sound under his feet, as if he had stepped on something. He lifted his foot and saw a bare, white skeletal hand emerging from the sand!

"These must be treasure hunters who died tragically here in the past, their remains buried by the wind and sand."

Li Fudao.

As they continued onward, they discovered the remains of many more martial arts practitioners, with rusty weapons scattered nearby.

Halfway there, a heavy water-polished Zen staff suddenly came into view.

The staff actually smashed down a thick stone wall, demonstrating the astonishing strength of the person wielding it. Beside the staff was a skeleton draped in tattered monk's robes.

"Amitabha!" Monk Zhitong sighed in grief, "It is undoubtedly the robe of our temple... The disciple who went missing a year ago... has indeed perished here."

Gong Xiaoshang recognized him: "He is incredibly strong and skilled with a water-polished Zen staff... It seems that this is the monk Huili, one of the ten martial arts masters who went missing a year ago."

Legend has it that he was in his thirties, possessed profound Buddhist knowledge and superb martial arts skills, and was one of the most outstanding masters among the younger generation of Famen Temple… Unfortunately, he died in this desert.

The two elderly monks clasped their hands together and silently recited scriptures to pray for the souls of their fellow disciples.

Soon, the woodcutter found a slender skeleton next to a collapsed stone pillar, with a jade earring lying beside the skull.

He stood silently for a long time, his eyes red-rimmed, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and an overwhelming hatred burning in his eyes!

Without a word, everyone knew that he had found his junior sister's remains.

Seeing that others had found their fellow disciples, the disciples of the Soul-Losing Claw also anxiously searched through the ruins.

Finally, next to a huge stone pillar, they found the skeleton of a dead body leaning against the pillar. The skeleton had thick finger bones and black iron claws on the tips of all ten fingers.

The hair on the skull was grayish-white, clearly indicating it was the skeleton of an old man.

"Master, Master! Your disciples have finally found you!"

The disciples of the Soul-Slaying Claw let out a mournful cry, knelt down, and then suddenly drew their iron claws from their waists, their eyes bloodshot, roaring furiously.

"Revenge! Who harmed you, Master? We will avenge you!!"

Master Chongling was extremely anxious. He searched almost every corner of the ruins around the Golden Pavilion, but he still couldn't find even a single skeleton dressed in a Taoist robe.

"Strange thing,"

My two junior brothers from the Laoshan Sect clearly traveled with Mr. Jiuzhang and several other masters a year ago!

Why are the remains missing?

Was it buried deep under the sand?

Or... they didn't even get to this place before...?

Gong Xiaoshang also examined the skeletons closely and asked in confusion, "The number of skeletons in the ruins does not match the number of martial arts masters who have disappeared in this desert over the years."

"...Have too many people died on the way to the desert?"

Just then.

"Hehehe... Hahaha..."

A strange burst of laughter, a mixture of men's and women's voices, as if they were playing around, suddenly came from the depths of the Golden Pavilion and echoed through the empty ruins.

In a desolate and deadly place, men and women were playing around, which was extremely eerie.

Everyone immediately became alert.

Upon hearing this, Daoist Chongling was struck as if by lightning, his entire body trembling violently!

He suddenly looked up, staring intently at the entrance of the Golden Pavilion, his face filled with extreme shock and disbelief. He even instinctively wanted to rush inside!

At that moment, laughter came from the Golden Pavilion, a place of utter despair; it must have been the enemy.

How could we rush forward rashly?

"Master, what's wrong?"

Li Fu reacted quickly and grabbed him.

Chongling Daoist stared intently at Jinlou: "I...I heard it, it was the laughter of my two junior brothers, they...they are not dead?"

How is this possible?!

He only got halfway through his sentence before realizing it was too unrealistic.

"What?"

Are any of the experts who entered the desert with Mr. Jiuzhang a year ago still alive?

Everyone was surprised and uncertain!

Zhu Tongzhou frowned: "Daoist Master, must you have misheard?"

"That flying, poisonous woman is skilled in sonic attacks; is she up to something again?...

"Old Man of Fiery Flames!" the old man shouted.

Others also suspected that the Flying Poison Woman had deliberately set up a trap, imitating laughter to lure them into recklessly entering.

After all, this ruin is uninhabitable, and the only habitable place in the depths of the desert is this magnificent golden building!

Then the leader and his wife must have lived in this golden building, which served as a den of thieves or a place to guard treasure, perhaps with many traps and mechanisms.

"No, there can't be any mistake."

Master Chongling interrupted, "My two junior brothers and I grew up together since childhood, spending decades together day and night. I would recognize their laughter even if they turned to ashes!"

He was extremely anxious and wished he could rush in immediately to see if his junior brother was still alive.

At this moment, Li Fu scanned the surrounding ruins warily.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Perhaps there are many enemies here.

"Look at all these corpses scattered across the ruins. It looks like a fierce battle, definitely not the work of just two or three experts."

Just then, a seemingly carefree laugh came from inside the Golden Pavilion. Everyone could hear it clearly; it was indeed more than just one or two people.

"They sound like my two junior brothers."

Chongling Daoist examined it again, and was both surprised and puzzled.

"But... that laughter... it sounds kind of... innocent."

"You heard me right..." A seductive voice, tinged with laughter, suddenly drifted out from the dark doorway of the Golden Pavilion.

Immediately afterwards, a stunningly beautiful figure stepped out with light, graceful steps.

She appeared to be in her early thirties, with eyes that seemed to hold the tenderness of spring water, exuding charm with every glance. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and she wore a light, sheer, pale yellow gauze.

She was holding more than a dozen ropes in her hands, looking just like a wealthy person walking their dog after dinner!

The other end of the rope was around the necks of more than a dozen people!

Those people were disheveled, their clothes were tattered, and they looked like beggars.

Their eyes were empty and blank, and they wore silly smiles as they followed the woman step by step.

Some even rub against the woman's skirt ingratiatingly, making strange whimpering noises, their expressions like those of innocent puppies!

"It's you, that poisonous woman who used sonic attacks to ambush us?!"

The old man with the raging fire recognized Huang Qin at a glance and was furious.

"You...you are so inhumane! Where did you get so many people to treat and humiliate them like dogs?!" Zhu Tongzhou stared wide-eyed.

Alluring yet ruthless, the horrifying sight of this vicious woman leading living people like dogs filled everyone with both horror and indignation!

Master Chongling stared intently at two people behind Huang Qin.

Two mentally challenged figures wearing collars and tattered robes that could still be vaguely identified as Taoist robes!

He felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and cried out in despair.

"Junior brother...?!"

Everyone was shocked.

What? Two of those people are actually Daoist Chongling's junior brothers?