2016-08-24 Author: Black Mountain Old Ghost
At this moment, outside the palace, dozens of Golden Core cultivators appeared, stepping on clouds, their eyes fixed on the palace gate with a fierce gaze. The countless gazes converged in one place, almost possessing the power to kill, making one's heart tremble with fear. However, the red dragon was fearless, raising its neck and letting out a long howl, its dragon eyes filled with a bloody intent, firmly guarding the front of the palace, staring at that group of people, ready to pounce and fight at any moment.
"Have all the masters of the major clans arrived?"
Fang Xing took a glance, originally wanting to rush out to show off, but now he absolutely wouldn't go out.
There are indeed too many experts, just the cultivators of the Golden Core Great Ascension alone number more than ten, plus the countless Golden Core cultivators. He suspects that at least two-thirds of the experts in the Return to Ruins have come here. Faced with so many experts, to be honest, even with the Red Dragon protecting him, he doesn't feel a bit of safety. If someone casually finds an opportunity, they could easily capture him.
These people are faintly divided into four major groups. The first three groups are the Beast Master Clan, the Moon Worship Clan, and the Heavenly Worship Clan, each led by three Golden Core cultivators. Below them are more than thirty Golden Core cultivators, and besides these three major groups, there is another group, which is an alliance of other small clans and the wandering souls and wild ghosts in the Return to Ruins, which can also be considered a major group.
Among them are three Golden Core Great Vehicle cultivators, as well as more than fifty Golden Core cultivators of varying realms, all of considerable strength.
After the Ascension Platform Conference, each clan received news of the appearance of the descendant of the Xunlong clan, and immediately sent messages to their respective clans, leading the experts within the tribe to come. This resulted in the number of experts on the Ascension Platform increasing by four to five times. At this moment, each clan had sent out their best, with only one or two Golden Core Great Ascension cultivators left to guard the tribe, while the rest had all arrived.
Fang Xing even felt a bit fortunate, luckily he had tied up Magu in time. If he had hesitated a little back then, with so many masters united together now, even if he and the Red Dragon risked their lives, they wouldn't be able to make any waves. When he was young, his uncle told him that if he wanted to rob a merchant convoy, he should do it immediately, ahead of other mountains, and it turned out to be true.
"Lord of the Red Dragon, come out and have a chat!"
In the camp of the Feng Tian clan, an old man with a face full of purple spots said in a deep voice, his gaze stern.
The three great golden elixirs of the Feng Tian clan, he stands in the middle, apparently with a status even above that of the Grand Elder Fang Zheng.
"Not going..."
Fang Xing hid inside the palace, holding a large jar in front of him, while the red dragon stood in front of the jar, shouting loudly: "I won't go even if you beat me to death. If we're going to chat, let's chat like this. If anyone dares to rush in, I'll smash the jar and kill this woman, and we'll all scatter!"
“Ha ha, little friend, you must not be too impulsive. If you harm the life of the Ma Xianzi, the old woman will have to show you some colors. Don't think that I will catch you, this big bug, to stew a pot of soup; even if it's your tender flesh, steaming it and eating it with vinegar would surely be excellent...” Inside the Baiyue clan, a plump old woman dressed in a pink skirt, but hunched over, laughed ominously.
How dare you threaten yourself, risking to capture Mago in your hands, isn't it just to avoid being threatened?
Fang Xing's little temper flared up, jumping up and shouting loudly: "Go to your dead old lady, at such an old age still wearing a pink dress, **you should have some self-awareness, seeing your disgusting appearance who can get impulsive? Let me tell you, young master, I just won't go out, if you have the ability, come in, dare to touch a finger of my big dog, I will immediately strangle this stinky woman..."
"Bold..."
The old woman was scolded by Fang Xing until her face turned blue. She slammed her dragon-headed staff against the clouds, and with a loud bang, the world dimmed. In the bright daylight, endless moonlight manifested, condensing into one butterfly after another in the air, covering the sky and flying towards the entrance of the palace, where the swarm of butterflies pointed directly at Fang Xing, who had poked half of his head out from the entrance.
"Damn, do you really think I wouldn't dare?"
Fang Xing was furious, lifting the large jar with one hand and gripping the neck of the Mago inside the jar with the other.
And that old woman, with a fierce and intimidating gaze, showed no intention of retracting her powers, as if she wanted to compete with Fang Xing to the end.
Watching the butterfly skirt fly closer, the red dragon raised its neck and howled, seemingly about to pounce, but Fang Xing suddenly grabbed the neck of the Mago in the jar, lifting it halfway up. On its small body, a chilling killing intent was evident, remaining motionless and unwavering, showing no sign of compromise.
"Yao Grandma, please calm down, this child really dares to kill..."
The delicate elder beside the plump old woman was taken aback and hurriedly leaned closer to her, whispering a report.
A long-haired middle-aged man from the Beast Master clan also spoke softly: "Senior Yao, please take back your divine power!"
The obese old woman did not look at Linglong, but instead looked at the long-haired middle-aged man and said coldly, "Do you really think he dares to fight for his life?"
The middle-aged man said淡淡道: "We can't afford to gamble!"
The obese old woman immediately fell silent, and the middle-aged man’s words "can’t afford to gamble" had already made the current situation clear. She stared at Fang Xing for a while, and the dragon-headed cane struck the ground again, causing the countless butterfly shadows to dissipate into nothingness, and the world returned to its bright appearance.
The surrounding cultivators all breathed a sigh of relief. They naturally knew that the fat old woman wanted to test Fang Xing's courage to see if there was a chance to take Magu back. However, having witnessed Fang Xing burn Magu to death with the mirror, they were genuinely worried that the old woman would push Fang Xing to the extreme, strangling Magu and taking everyone away from the Return Ruins, leading to a mutual destruction of their wishes... They absolutely believed that Fang Xing was capable of doing it!
"This fellow Daoist, you are indeed at a stalemate with us, which is of no help. As September approaches, the day when the grand formation of the Taishang Dao Palace fully opens is getting closer by the day. On the way to the Return Ruins, we do not know what dangers lie ahead. It is not a good idea for us to delay here. I have heard that you also plan to enter the depths of the Return Ruins, so why don't we set off earlier?"
In the Xiao Clan Alliance, an amiable old man stood up and smiled as he greeted Fang Xing.
Fang Xing rolled his eyes and cursed, "Go to hell, you old bastard. With that smile, it's obvious you're not a good person. Stay away from me. Do you think your young master doesn't know the time is tight? Do I need you to tell me? The woman in my hand has already said that after entering the depths of the Guixu, we still need the bloodline of the Four Fierce Beasts for the sacrifice. You don't have the blood of the Four Fierce Beasts now, so what will you use to enter the Dao Palace later?"
The old man in the Xiao Clan Alliance suddenly stiffened his face, not expecting that this kid would threaten him with insults; he would get scolded even when speaking nicely. His expression immediately turned quite unpleasant. After a pause, he said, "Isn't there this Red Dragon? I have already heard what Lady Ma said; it's just using the blood of the Red Dragon as a sacrifice. Perhaps it won't be necessary to harm its life, just to take a part of its true blood?"
"Your grandpa's head of true blood..."
Fang Xing was even more furious upon hearing this, cursing quite fiercely: "This kind of sacrifice mainly involves the blood and soul, drawing blood leads to death, what kind of sacrifice method is there that doesn't harm life? Do you think I'm your grandson? So easy to deceive?"
The kind old man was completely unwilling to speak, and helplessly glanced at others.
This little bastard is not very old, and his cultivation is weak, but he is neither easy to deceive nor easily frightened. Even when advised nicely, he still gets scolded, making him quite difficult to deal with.
At this moment, the old purple-spotted cultivator from the Feng Tian clan suddenly spoke, saying: "If you can't bear to part with the red dragon, how can you explore the secrets?"
Fang Xingdao said: "This purple hemp face has hit the nail on the head..."
The expression on the face of the old man with purple spots suddenly became very unpleasant!
Fang Xing, however, spoke to himself: "To tell you the truth, even if I don't want the Daoist scriptures, I won't sacrifice my family's big dog. If I'm forced into a corner, I'll just crush that Xunlong clan woman to death, then unseal the big dog and fight you all. But before that, there's another way, and that is for you to immediately start searching, using all means to find a Vermilion Bird within this Guixu. Hehe, if you catch it, everyone will be happy, and we can still cooperate well!"
"Vermilion Bird?"
The leaders of several major clans simultaneously darkened their expressions, but the two old cultivators from the Feng Tian clan and the Beast Master clan showed no signs of surprise, only fluctuating emotions. Fang Xing had been using the Eye of Insight to observe them, and upon seeing this, he understood that the news of the Vermilion Bird's previous appearance in the Hate Sky clan's territory had naturally reached these major clans that had spies planted in the Hate Sky clan's territory. However, firstly, the information was not very certain, and secondly, time was pressing. It would not be easy to find a Vermilion Bird that knew how to conceal itself, which is why they had not focused their attention on the Vermilion Bird, but rather on the unmasked Red Dragon.
This, however, made him feel that these old guys were picking on the soft persimmons, and he felt like he was being treated as a soft persimmon, which made him very unhappy. Although he also knew that in the return ruins, he really was a soft persimmon.
"Little friend, to be honest, I have also heard about the appearance of the Vermilion Bird, but this matter is difficult to believe. At that time, that fierce bird only showed itself to the Hentian clan, and its appearance closely resembles the legendary Vermilion Bird. However, whether it is truly that bird and whether its bloodline is pure are both hard to estimate. Moreover, it is good at hiding, and our time is tight, so we probably won't be able to find it in such a short time. Even if we do find it, what if its bloodline is not pure? Wouldn't that be a problem?"
The Feng Tian clan's purple-spotted old repair said in a deep voice.
“Find it first, then we'll talk. I guarantee its bloodline is very pure!”
Fang Xing sneered and said: "Purple hemp face, I know you want to be lazy and pretend to look for a while, but in the end, you still want to have ideas about my big dog. However, I warn you that you'd better not have such thoughts, because I guarantee you that as long as you can't find the whereabouts of that Zhuque, I won't set off for a day. If you dare to force me, I will strangle her..."
Saying this, he raised the large jar in his hand, showing off fiercely in front of several top figures of the Return to the Void.
The purple-spotted old man, the fat old woman, the middle-aged person, and that smiling old tiger all had somewhat gloomy expressions. This little bastard is not very old, but his actions are somewhat shrewd. If what he said is true, everyone really cannot afford to neglect the search for that Vermilion Bird.
At this moment, the one with the worst expression, without a doubt, is the young master hiding in the shadows.
It is clearly a trap set by myself to catch this little bastard, and now it is actually going to fall on my own head?