Seeing the mountain collapse, the bloody scene, Huangfu Yi knew it was beyond his ability to handle. He stopped Refining, carried his basket, and prepared to leave.

However, the system's voice rang again,

"Go up the mountain."

Huangfu Yi didn't look back.

The system,

"There's something up there."

Huangfu Yi abruptly halted his steps and turned his head to look up the mountain.

In this desolate wilderness, could there actually be something...

Pei Yuhuan timely urged in his ear,

"Hey, with the Treasure Light shining miles high, it's definitely something good emerging. Are you really not going to fight for it?

If you don't fight for this and that, are you going to be like it, waiting for others to throw you a bone to gnaw on?"

Huangfu Yi turned to look at the dog "woo woo" following him, trembling in its hind legs amid the overwhelming scent of blood.

That's true. If he had something, why would he have to flee to the Central Plains for help?

Unable to fight, unable to win, sooner or later, he'd end up as a stray dog...

Fine! Fight for it! He really wanted to see what kind of Divine Skill deserved such emphasis!!

"You two circle around to the north, meet up with the Pei Family caravan. I'll check things out and catch up soon."

Decisively, Huangfu Yi handed the basket to the dog's back, instructing the two burdens to descend the mountain first, while he lightly carried his sword, leaping like an ape upstream along the creek, climbing the cliff top following the mountain stream's waterfall, and ascending from the back mountain.

Blood washed over his path, staining Huangfu Yi a fishy red from head to toe, nearly unrecognizable. Crawling to the cliff edge, he poked his head out to see a pair of enormous eyes glaring at him.

The eyes of a crane.

A giant immortal crane, fallen at the cliff, dead on the ground, leaving trace marks on the ground with wings spanning about a hundred feet wide. Its bright yellow eyes were as large as a car hood, now with pupils dilated, a big hole blasted in its chest, all bones shattered and protruding like branches, vivid blood pouring from the chest wound, spraying into the courtyard's Cold Pond, plummeting down the back mountain's waterfall, merging into the mountain stream.

The corpse's tragic death was neither a punch wound nor a sword scar but seemed to have been smashed with a blunt magic treasure, blasted to death in one hit, its corpse carried by residual force, hitting to the back mountain.

Huangfu Yi crawled past the immortal crane's body, hiding under its wings to sneak a peek outside, spotting a Taoist Temple flickering in a sea of lightning on a nearby mountaintop.

Violet, white, gold, blue, red—five-colored celestial clouds gathered at the Taoist Palace's center, bursting like the aurora. Lightning and thunder roamed between the building and the Taoist tower, the clash of Curse Power erupting in booming thunder, blasting numerous building structures into fragments, rolling Qi Waves raising scorching winds, blowing roof tiles and palace walls sky-high, collapsing and crumbling. Apparently, there were people still fiercely combating each other.

Meanwhile, in the grove outside the Mountain Gate, shadows swayed, clearly a large group of scorpion monsters in action, indicating the attackers were no ordinary people, using poison and controlling scorpions, obviously setting up a Heaven and Earth Net, determined to wipe out the entire sect.

Seizing the opportunity while the battle raged in the temple, both sides confronting each other in the Central area, Huangfu Yi held his sword, using his garment to cover the sword light, hunched over, and stealthily entered the ruined Taoist Palace through a breach in the palace wall destroyed by the immortal crane.

A putrid stench of blood hit him; the ground was stained with blood everywhere, and the unique creatures lay dead all over the place. Daoists, servants, old and young, severed limbs, and mutilated corpses were scattered everywhere, a glance revealed at least a hundred and fifty people, but none were alive.

Looking closely at the corpses, these low-level cultivators, servants, and disciples all died from massive bleeding, judging from the bloodstains on the ground, it seemed their Essence Blood erupted like a volcano, spewing out from the seven orifices, spraying from every Qi acupoint in their bodies. Most people had no obvious external injuries.

It seemed more like a gastric hemorrhage, poisoned...? But how did the scorpions fail to enter the temple? Could there be a traitor...?

Huangfu Yi wasn't here to adjudicate grievances, these speculations flashed through his mind, and he stealthily moved through the outer courtyard under the guidance of a mysterious sense in his brow, slipping into a side hall in the rear courtyard, looking up at the plaque in the hall.

Crane Temple... a place for nurturing immortal cranes?

Push open the door and enter the house. The first thing he saw was the White Jade Statue of a female fairy riding a crane, clearly indicating this Mountain Man worshiped Xuan Nu, part of the Mystic Sect People.

"Hey, is it here?"

Huangfu Yi turned to look, seeing only an empty side hall, with nothing except the Xuan Nu Statue.

Then the system sounded,

"Don't you know the rules! Worship!"

"My family is from the Immortal Palace..."

Huangfu Yi instinctively muttered, but thinking of guarding until the family was destroyed, only to be told he only touched himself, he realized that being a guard wasn't worth much. A moment of thought, and he kneeled in front of the Xuan Nu Statue.

Only after he bowed three times did the system say,

"Go, flip the statue."

"Huh?"

"I said go, now go!"

Huangfu Yi was speechless, silently apologized, and lifted the Xuan Nu Statue to move it aside. He then found a Stone Box pressed underneath the statue.

As Huangfu Yi's crane blood dripped on the Stone Box, it immediately popped open, revealing a roll of Yellow Silk within, feeling ice-cold and smooth, neither silk nor brocade, with no idea what it was woven from.

Huangfu Yi, "Aren't you going to evaluate it?"

The system, "Leave!"

Thus, without another word, Huangfu Yi got up and headed out, but as soon as he moved, the side hall's door was pushed open from outside.

A Daoist covered in mud and blood, stained red all over, most likely vomited by himself, pushed open the door, crashing straight into him. Face-to-face with Huangfu Yi, equally drenched in blood and unrecognizable, he was startled, then stupefied, and upon seeing the toppled Xuan Nu Statue, immediately flew into a rage! "Boom!" A palm struck toward Huangfu Yi's chest!

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