Volume Two: The Appearance of the Nine Provinces Map, Entering the Spirit Void Sect Chapter 123: Borrowing the Wolves to Commit Murder

Forty to fifty Magic Wind Wolves charged with fury, engaging in a fierce battle the moment they collided with the pursuing forces of the Xuankong Sect.

Flesh and blood flew, and screams echoed incessantly as several lives were extinguished in an instant.

"Wretched demon wolves, daring to lay hands on the people of my Xuankong Sect! You are courting death!" roared an elder of the Xuankong Sect. His cultivation had reached the Heaven-Human Realm; he was none other than the sect’s ancestor, Xuankongzi.

The King of the Magic Wind Wolves possessed strength in no way inferior to his opponent, also standing at the Heaven-Human Realm.

"Hmph, you old thief Xuankong, you dared to scheme against my Magic Wind Wolf clan; today, I shall take your life!" the Wolf King roared. Its razor-sharp claws, capable of rending the wind, clashed violently against Xuankongzi’s longsword.

"Ridiculous... a beast like you is not even worthy of my schemes." Xuankongzi knew they had been framed. Yet, watching his disciples being torn apart by the wolves, a fire of absolute rage ignited within him. "Kill! Avenge my Xuankong disciples!"

Boom... boom... boom... The combat between the two seemed capable of shattering the earth. The terrifying shockwaves caused the internal organs of the nearby Xuankong disciples and Magic Wind Wolves to churn, leaving them vomiting mouthfuls of blood.

Realizing the danger, both sides quickly retreated from the center of the battlefield to continue the struggle further away.

Howls and war cries blended into a cacophony, rising and falling in a scene of intense carnage.

Beyond this, nearby beasts and ghosts, drawn by the scent of blood, joined the fray. The situation spiraled into chaos. Within a quarter of an hour, the ground was littered with corpses, and blood flowed like a river.

Only a handful of Magic Wind Wolves and a few Xuankong disciples remained alive.

"Ah... you hateful beasts!" a hall master of the Xuankong Sect bellowed, his face twisted in disbelief. "Kill!"

"Hall Master, no..."

"Leave quickly! The Ancestor will be fine. Go to Yajiao Mountain and wait for him. This feud must be avenged; we cannot share the same sky as these beasts!"

"Hall Master..."

"Go!"

The hall master barked the order and charged at the remaining wolves. Gritting their teeth, the disciples retreated in despair. Severely wounded and unable to assist, they knew staying would only make them a burden.

The battle ended quickly, and the hall master ultimately failed to escape, torn to pieces by the remaining wolves.

The Magic Wind Wolves were equally enraged. How could they have imagined that after such a battle, only a few of them would survive? Yet, they believed that as long as their King remained, their clan could still flourish.

Chen Yu and his companions, who had been observing the carnage, finally made their move.

These few remaining wolves were at the end of their strength and were no match for Chen Yu’s group. Within a few breaths, they were all decapitated.

The group was filled with pleasant surprise, never expecting such an outcome.

"Senior Brother Chen Yu, you are truly amazing," Wu Yi said, her eyes sparkling with adoration.

Chen Yu shook his head. "This was far beyond my expectations. I never thought they would fight so ferociously. I only intended to weaken them slightly; I didn't expect them to destroy each other."

"Senior Brother Chen Yu, Su Han and Jia Wan were both torn apart by the wolves," Wen Ye sighed.

Chen Yu shook his head. "Collect their jade identity plates and hand them over to the sect. I trust the sect will provide an explanation for them in time."

Lu Jie, standing to the side, was filled with emotion. When the two had abandoned him earlier, he had harbored resentment, yet he never imagined such an end for them. At the same time, looking at Chen Yu, he felt a wave of cold dread: Chen Yu was terrifying. Not only was his talent exceptional, but his schemes were equally chilling.

It wasn't just Lu Jie; Hong Dong and the others finally understood why Chen Yu had acted as if they were fleeing throughout the journey. It was a calculated effort to lower the Xuankong Sect’s guard, tricking them into believing their prey was at their wit's end, leading them deeper and deeper into the trap.

Chen Yu had even planted Soul-Seizing Talismans and Nightmare Talismans on the two corpses, using illusions to cloud the wolves' consciousness and incantations to stoke their inner rage. These interconnected layers had forced the two sides into a fight to the death.

Lu Jie even suspected that the actions of the three of them had been part of his plan. Thinking of this, he became even more panicked, silently vowing never to become an enemy of Chen Yu, lest he die one day without ever knowing how it happened.

"Junior Brother Chen Yu, what shall we do now?" Princess Muyang asked, filled with joy.

"Clear the battlefield, then we shall go to the Magic Wind Wolf Valley to take a look," Chen Yu said, a gleam in his eyes.

"Go to the Wolf Valley? Why?"

"To see how badly the Magic Wind Wolf King was injured," Chen Yu explained. "Or perhaps to see if it died as well."

"Are you hoping to gauge the condition of Xuankongzi by looking at the Wolf King?" Princess Muyang understood Chen Yu's intent immediately.

"Exactly. Their strength is comparable; we should be able to deduce it. And if there is an opportunity..." A trace of killing intent flickered in Chen Yu's eyes. Since they were enemies, there was no need to leave behind potential trouble. This was Chen Yu's way of doing things.

When they arrived near the valley, Chen Yu had Princess Muyang and the others stay behind while he and Hong Dong went to explore.

The two carefully crept into the valley. It was deathly silent, with no sign of any wolves. As they ventured deeper, the pungent scent of wolf grew stronger. After searching the entire area, they found no trace of the Wolf King. It seemed the King had not yet returned.

"Let's go," Chen Yu said.

"We're just leaving?" Hong Dong asked, confused.

Chen Yu laughed. "Do you suggest we wait for the Wolf King to return?"

"No, Mr. Chen. A gathering place for Magic Wind Wolves should contain treasures. Why don't we search for them?" Hong Dong suggested.

"Oh? What kind of treasures could be here?"

"The Wolf King has reached the Heaven-Human Realm. It is more intelligent and cunning than the average human; it must have hidden treasures," Hong Dong insisted.

Chen Yu considered this and found it reasonable. He had simply failed to shift his perspective.

"Fine, let's search quickly. If we find nothing, we leave immediately." Chen Yu did not hesitate and began the search.

Sure enough, inside a cave, they discovered four Night Soul Spirit Herbs glowing with silver light.

Night Soul Spirit Herbs could not only strengthen a person's internal organs but also enhance a cultivator's soul power—they were treasures of cultivation.

"Four stalks. Let's take two each," Chen Yu said as if it were only natural, handing two to Hong Dong.

However, Hong Dong shook his head. "Obtaining these herbs is entirely thanks to you, sir. I dare not claim them."

"Since we found them together, we share them. What you do with your share afterward is up to you," Chen Yu said before walking away.

Hong Dong looked at the herbs in his hand and eventually accepted them.