"Cough, cough, heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, understand?"
Ji Mo brandished his saber, threatening the two.
The fact that he came from another world could not be revealed. Who knew what kind of disaster it would bring? He might be captured by some evil cultivators and used as a lab rat for research.
For his own safety, he naturally had to silence Huineng and Fan Jingxing.
"I understand, I understand. Mr. Ji, don't worry, I'll take it to my grave and won't leak a word."
Fan Jingxing swore a solemn oath on the spot.
Huineng, however, wore a look of bewilderment, "What are you talking about, Mr. Ji? This old monk was just wandering in the void, I didn't know anything."
Playing dumb and acting oblivious, this bald donkey had achieved mastery.
"You can do that too! Amazing!"
Fan Jingxing felt that he still needed to learn a lot from Huineng in the future.
No wonder they said that a smart head had no hair; this bald donkey's intelligence was truly more than a notch above his own.
"Haha, I'm just kidding, just a joke. What do you mean from another world? It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."
Seeing that the two were sensible, Ji Mo immediately put on a smiling face and sheathed his saber.
He had played both the good cop and the bad cop, a true master of acting!
Huineng and Fan Jingxing could only force a smile, secretly warning themselves that from now on, they had to tread carefully. Regarding Mr. Ji, they must never overthink or overspeak.
After tidying up the貂皮 (diāopí - sable fur), Ji Mo led the two forward.
He felt that the environment here was very likely to contain what he needed, a special medicinal herb that could completely cure Ali.
In another part of the ruins.
Hong Qiantu cautiously observed his surroundings, trying to find an exit.
He was one of the few who was not blinded by greed. He did not covet the treasures here, only wished to leave.
Because he had warned Ji Mo earlier, Hong Qiantu was ostracized by his allies, finding himself in an awkward position.
In this dangerous place where danger was everywhere, without the support of companions, it was truly impossible to move forward.
Not only did he have to deal with potential demonic beasts, but he also had to constantly be wary of malicious cultivators.
Some people were extremely insidious, specializing in ambushing lone cultivators, robbing them of their wealth and taking their lives.
If Hong Qiantu hadn't had some skills, he would have likely met his end here.
"Mr. Ji truly did not deceive me. This place does not resemble the tomb of Emperor Bai, but rather an ancient battlefield where Emperor Bai fought against the demon race back then."
Hong Qiantu explored an area and discovered many skeletal remains of powerful demon race members. He formed an objective guess about this place.
For this reason, he felt that the future was uncertain, and he didn't know if he could leave alive.
"Epic weapon!"
Suddenly, someone shouted from not far away, seemingly having discovered a great treasure.
A dazzling ray of divine light flashed and shot towards Hong Qiantu's location.
Normally, if an epic weapon were to come to him automatically, he would have been overjoyed.
But at this moment, it was not a good omen, but a disaster.
Many cultivators, following the ray of divine light, pursued him with murderous intent.
At this moment, Hong Qiantu was in despair. If he wasn't careful, he would become the target of everyone's attack.
An epic weapon was enough to make people fight to the death, and it would definitely lead to a bloody struggle.
The most worrying thing for Hong Qiantu happened.
The epic weapon, wrapped in a ball of light, arrived before him in an instant and fell directly into his hands.
Hong Qiantu felt a sharp pain in his palm, and a wound was directly cut open.
Blood gushed out, but in the next second, it was absorbed by the weapon in his hand.
"This is a demon weapon, a demonic blade."
Hong Qiantu was terrified, his body chilled, and he felt a bad premonition.
A demonic blade had come to him on its own, actively absorbing his vital blood.
It was a demonic saber, about six feet long, entirely black. The blade was carved with patterns unique to the demon race. As it continuously absorbed blood, the patterns began to emit a seductive blood-red color.
Hong Qiantu clearly felt a faint soul within the blade gradually growing stronger.
Was this a weapon spirit, or the remnant soul of a powerful demon race member?
Hong Qiantu hurriedly tried to discard the weapon.
However, the demonic saber seemed to be rooted in his palm, as if it had merged with him, and he couldn't shake it off.
His blood was continuously absorbed by the demonic saber, and his complexion gradually turned pale.
"Hong Qiantu, hand over the weapon if you know what's good for you."
Some cultivators arrived, greedily looking at the demonic saber, wanting to claim it for themselves.
"Here!"
Without a word, Hong Qiantu handed the demonic saber over, wishing this person would take this terrifying weapon away.
This demonic saber was definitely problematic, containing unimaginable danger.
"You know what's good for you!"
The person walked forward and reached out to grab the demonic saber.
But at that very moment, Hong Qiantu's body moved involuntarily, and the sharp blade pierced directly into the man's heart.
This was not Hong Qiantu's intention to kill, but the will of the demonic saber.
"Kill!"
The nearby cultivators' eyes immediately turned red. They thought Hong Qiantu was unwilling to hand over the epic weapon and swarmed him, attacking to seize it.
Under duress, Hong Qiantu could only resist for self-preservation.
With the enhancement of the demonic saber, he actually unleashed power close to that of a half-step Spirit Saint, slaughtering all these cultivators.
The blood of the deceased was all absorbed by the demonic saber. The demonic saber, having drunk its fill of blood, emitted an even more powerful aura, and the spiritual fluctuation within the blade became even stronger.
"Who exactly are you?"
Hong Qiantu was covered in cold sweat, as he had confirmed that the soul fluctuation within the blade carried a rolling demonic aura, clearly indicating the soul of a powerful demon race member was residing within.
"Hahaha, human ant, kneel and beg for mercy. Perhaps if I'm in a good mood, I'll spare your wretched life."
A powerful mental fluctuation emanated from the demonic saber.
These words struck Hong Qiantu like an electric shock.
This guy called himself "This Emperor," meaning he was the divine soul of a Demon Emperor.
"I know, you're that toad that Emperor Bai dismembered into eighteen pieces?"
Hong Qiantu suddenly recalled a legend about Emperor Bai and a war between humans and demons.
And since he had previously judged this place to be the ancient battlefield where Emperor Bai fought against the demon race, it was easy for him to guess the other party's identity.
"Toad? You're seeking death!"
The demonic saber trembled, madly drawing Hong Qiantu's blood, while a deathly aura invaded his soul.
Clearly, these words had completely enraged the Demon Emperor within the saber.
"Emperor Bai is dead, but I am still alive, so I am the ultimate victor. As long as I recover my peak strength, the entire Xuanling Realm will prostrate before me and be ruled by me. If you are wise, offer your soul and become my slave, otherwise, I will send you to eternal hell, where life is worse than death."
Facing death, Hong Qiantu was quite resolute, "You, a toad, want to rule the Xuanling Realm? I advise you to be more low-key and you might survive a bit longer. Otherwise, your end will be miserable, and someone will deal with you properly."
He was not afraid at all, with a resolve to die, he prepared to end his own life.
But at that moment, he saw a familiar figure in his vision.
Hope welled up in Hong Qiantu's heart.
He was saved!