Chapter 548: Chapter 317: A Battle of Superiority and Life or Death!
As dawn broke, the Jade Pearl Heroes, led by Duan Yun, bought some steamed buns and dumplings from the villagers and set off.
The villagers looked at the silver coins in their hands, somewhat bewildered.
In their village, silver coins were never used; everything in every household was shared, including their wives.
The Murong brothers didn’t have time to marvel at the genius of the place and the enthusiasm of the girls; they were eager to meet the Sow Valkyrie, their long-awaited sword intent was ready to burst forth.
If he hadn’t held back fiercely the night before, some girl from the village might have already fallen victim.
He was determined to mark the Valkyrie with the "Wind Frost" trademarked bite!
Among them, only Duan Yun had reached the Golden Tree inside the Daoist temple, so he relied on his memory to find the path.
However, after leaving the village, he faced an endless forest, and finding the previous path wasn’t easy.
This temporary confusion made Duan Yun a bit embarrassed, and he couldn’t help but feel the urge to burn the forest to the ground.
The damn forest dared to block the path of a young hero, making it seem like the forest itself was the Evil Demon!
Fortunately, at that moment, the sharp-eyed Shen Ying looked in a certain direction and said, "That tree is newly broken."
This was obviously a trace left by Duan Yun when he killed the village leader.
With this, the path became much easier to find.
Along the way, there were traces of dried blood and a section of white bone.
Clearly, these were left by the village leader before his death.
Eventually, the group saw the leader’s dead body, eyes wide open.
Looking at the twisted corpse, everyone couldn’t help but share the same thought: "Offending Old Demon Duan leads to a miserable end."
At this point, two red snakes emerged from the leader’s rotting eye sockets, devouring the flesh, creating a rather horrifying scene.
By now, they were very close to the Daoist temple.
Unknowingly, a heavy mist had already risen around them.
The mist was so thick that it was impossible to see people just a few steps away, like a ghostly area.
Last time, Duan Yun found the entrance to the temple through the golden leaves.
But this time, there were no golden leaves to lead the way.
Under such dense fog, it was hard to find the path, even if one were to trip over their own feet.
The marks left by Duan Yun were shallow, coupled with the thick mist, even the sharp-eyed Shen Ying couldn’t find the traces for a while.
Indeed, her eyes were so dry from looking.
At this moment, Duan Yun couldn’t help but recall an old acquaintance.
To be precise, it should be two.
The Goddess Catcher sisters were particularly skilled in tracking techniques, able to pinpoint paths just by using their noses, which would be very helpful here.
As Duan Yun thought about this, Leng Yimeng, miles away, suddenly sneezed.
The two women, having come and gone from the Fairy Cave several times, finally exited.
But they didn’t have time to wipe the sweat off their bodies before noticing the scent of Duan Yun changing in the air, and quickly continued tracking.
They hadn’t even entered the village but had circled around to this area of the forest.
The mist rising in the forest made the place appear eerie.
Sister Leng Yimeng suddenly sneezed, scaring Sister Leng Yixue into a jump.
She couldn’t help but complain, "What are you doing?"
Leng Yimeng murmured, "I sense it; it must be him thinking of me."
Leng Yixue hesitated for a moment, then retorted, "Stop dreaming!"
Leng Yimeng insisted, "I really think he’s thinking of me."
Simultaneously, her voice softened significantly.
Because this likely indicated they were very close to Old Demon Duan.
Every time they thought they were getting closer to Duan Yun, they couldn’t help but feel excited, elated, and an uncontrollable mild fear.
This feeling of being both afraid and eager to meet was truly irresistible.
Until Shen Ying rubbed her dry eyes several times, and their group finally found the entrance to the Daoist temple.
The entrance to the temple was the same as last time, covered in moss, like the face of an old man with overgrown scabs, exuding an ancient and obsolete aura.
The Murong brothers, thinking of the Valkyrie inside, overflowing with sword intent, couldn’t help but say, "I’ll go first!"
This time, before the Murong brothers and others could marvel at the temple’s ancientness and mystery, the group had already aggressively moved towards the Heavenly Pit behind the steps.
The closer they got to the Heavenly Pit, the thicker the fog became, like milky liquid.
If it was difficult to see a figure a few steps away before, now, even a few steps away, Duan Yun could only distinguish who was who from their behinds.
For instance, Feng Ling’er and Shen Ying had curved backsides, but there were subtle differences between them.
Facing the fog thick as milk, everyone seemed much more cautious.
Only the Murong brothers appeared confident, their overwhelming sword intent dyed their hair white like frost.
What they wanted now was to vent this "few strands of Wind Frost" sword intent, for if they didn’t release it soon, it would overflow.
The Murong brothers paced leisurely, looking confident, as if he was the leader of the Jade Pearl Heroes.
The Murong brothers himself enjoyed this feeling.
Now he had comprehended the "few strands of Wind Frost", and his sword technique was on another level, believing the gap with Duan Yun had narrowed.
Now, how could he not be the main force!
Let me handle the evil Sow Valkyrie that Old Demon Duan couldn’t deal with!
Thinking of this, the Murong brothers treaded even more gracefully.
The next moment, only a cry of "Hey! Hey!" was heard, and the Murong brothers had already vanished from everyone’s sight.
Feng Ling’er reacted first and said, "This idiot fell into the pit!"
The Murong brothers’ agile right foot misstepped, and his whole body fell straight down the pit.
However, his Light Body Skills were notable, and after rolling twice, he sprang back up like a carp, only to trip over a vine and roll down like a ball again.