Chapter 181: 180. Ling Yun Goes up the Mountain (3/4)

But after being drenched by rain, the mist suddenly dispersed, and the Immortal Sect returned to its original appearance.

The drizzle continued to float in the night, and the pitch-black darkness still obscured the distance.

As Ling Yun stepped onto Yunlan Mountain, his figure disappeared into the darkness just a few steps away–even though the night allowed clear visibility within ten meters.

However, there’s a very important point–the place was precisely where the dense mist covering the Immortal Sect was moments earlier.

Once Ling Yun entered it, even looking from a few steps away, he was invisible, as if he vanished after entering the Immortal Sect.

The entire process was completed within three breaths.

If it weren’t for constant surveillance of the Immortal Sect, who would have thought something like this would happen suddenly.

After Ling Yun entered, the corner of his mouth lifted in a smile, and he thought to himself: Trading ten years of my demon servant’s life for an hour of blindness for these “sparrows” is really a bargain for them.

Once Ling Yun entered, the Great Demon immediately followed and whispered: “Master, we must complete the plan within an hour and then retreat. We’ll withdraw from the edge of this tower, just enough to leave Cangwu City quickly. With the maze array as cover, no one will notice.”

“Mm.”

Ling Yun nodded, unable to suppress his grin.

Those “sparrows” surely never imagined I had a Wu Fang Great Demon, right?

The mist released by Wu Fang, let alone being penetrated by someone in the Profound Middle Realm, even those in the Upper Profound Realm find it hard to see through. At the same time, it’s an inescapable mist; anyone who attempts to breach it would only be trapped.

Back when taming this Wu Fang, she was trapped in this mist, nearly losing her life.

But now, she deeply feels that it’s truly worthwhile having tamed this Wu Fang, even if she almost lost her life back then.

The only downside is that each use of this mist requires spending the life of the demon servant Wu Fang, ten years at a time.

Yet considering this time for 50 White Crystals and that Flame Technique, it’s all worth it.

As Ling Yun ascended the mountain, Wen Ping, who was heading towards Tingyu Pavilion, suddenly heard the system’s voice.

“Host, a Middle Profound Realm cultivator and a Lower Profound Realm Great Demon are approaching. We also detected demon mist covering the Immortal Sect.”

“Demon mist?”

Wen Ping immediately looked up at the sky.

He scrutinized the surroundings but didn’t find anything special, though he believed the system wouldn’t deceive him.

Quickly, he asked, “Is this demon mist harmful?”

The system replied, “This demon mist resembles a maze array, released by a special Great Demon Wu Fang, able to trap people within while obscuring it from those outside, so even if someone is standing in the mist, outsiders will perceive the Immortal Sect as empty, while those inside can see those outside.”

Hearing the system’s explanation, Wen Ping was somewhat surprised.

The vast world indeed harbors bizarre wonders. This Wu Fang can release such a maze array.

Though it can’t match the maze array of Tingyu Pavilion, it doesn’t fall short by much.

Wen Ping asked, “Can it be dispelled?”

The system replied, “The host can dispel it whenever needed; the transformed Immortal Sect can automatically dismantle these low-level mists, but it will alert the Great Demon releasing the mist.”

Wen Ping pondered for a while and then said, “Then let’s not dispel it for now, and see what mischief that Great Demon and that Middle Profound Realm cultivator are up to.”

After speaking, Wen Ping let the Evil Spirit Knight stand by and didn’t immediately act to deal with them.

On the other side, after ascending the mountain, Ling Yun tread carefully over broken branches moving forward. The drizzle ceased, and the thick clouds began to thin, revealing scattered stars under the blowing wind.

Just before reaching the summit, Ling Yun halted.

A loud snoring disrupted the night’s tranquility ahead.

Snap! Snap!

Then followed by the sound of smacking lips.

The noise came from less than ten zhang away within the dense forest.

Wu Fang furrowed his brow and immediately said, “Master, please continue forward; I’ll handle it.”

Ling Yun nodded, continuing onward but not forgetting to remind, “Make sure not to cause a major disturbance.”

Wu Fang nodded.

He estimated that inside must be sect menial workers or the like.

Otherwise, who would sleep in the rain within the forest at midnight?

After a few steps, Wu Fang immediately pursed his lips, “Pft!” directed at the source of the sound within the forest and spat something–a mass of thick black fluid. It glided through the forest, instantly corroding any twigs it touched.

As Wu Fang turned to leave, a voice emanated from the forest, “Who! Who spat on my face in the middle of the night!”

Rustle! Rustle!

A loud commotion arose from the dense forest.

Wu Fang’s expression stiffened, revealing a trace of doubt. This poison, ordinarily mixed with water, could casually kill a thousand humans and even corrode steel. Yet now it was called spit?

Ling Yun also halted, gazing toward the dense forest.

In the next moment, Red-Eyed parted the dense trees, storming out angrily, wiping his face with one hand, pointing at Ling Yun and Wu Fang with the other.

“You dare bully me too much! What, after planting trees all day, can’t I sleep at midnight?”

Saying this, Red-Eyed displayed an expression of don’t push me, or else… I’ll rebel.

Ling Yun heard Red-Eyed’s voice, turned to look at Wu Fang in dismay, lamenting Wu Fang’s inability to accomplish even a small task. Wu Fang, seeing Ling Yun’s gaze, felt ashamed, slowly drawing his sword and approached Red-Eyed.

“I’m the one who spat!”

With a flash of white sword aura, Wu Fang’s body shot forward, wielding his sword towards Red-Eyed Giant Ape.

Boom!

Accompanied by a blue Meridian Gate shockwave, the sword erupted in blue glow, slashing at Red-Eyed.

Yellow Level Lower Grade Vein Technique–Light Slash!

“Not of the Immortal Sect?” Red-Eyed Giant Ape retreated two steps, simultaneously squinting at Ling Yun and Wu Fang.

Wu Fang immediately sneered, “A small Immortal Sect can’t accommodate me! Kid, accept your fate!”

The sword aura surged, accompanied by the sword in hand. But as it slashed down, Wu Fang’s expression suddenly froze, replaced by indescribable astonishment.

Because his sword was caught one-handed by the man in front of him.

He knew the power of his own strike, capable of splitting rocks and severing metal, if not splitting mountains.

Such an attack wouldn’t be met head-on by anyone in the Lower Profound Realm.

Yet here it was caught easily!

Still in disbelief, Red-Eyed spoke, while flexing, directly crushing the sword in his palm, angrily shouting: “Not of the Immortal Sect, and yet you dare spit on me, courting death!”

At that instant, Red-Eyed Giant Ape erupted.

The Immortal Sect’s people mistreated it, deprived it of food, only allowing work without complaint. After all, the Immortal Sect had the upper hand, and it must endure for the next three hundred years.

Now inexplicably, an outsider arrives, secretly spitting while it sleeps.

How could this be tolerated?