Chapter 54: Entering the Formation (1)

Chapter Seventeen: Entering the Formation

The Outer Formation, Eight Fiends of the Yellow Springs!

After Master Wenruo confirmed the facts, Ding Wugu fell silent as well.

With the route established, Yan Chuan no longer paid attention to the rest. Instead, he assisted the Silver Armored Army in handling the two dying demon serpents. Although he didn’t lay a hand himself, experience was more valuable than anything. With just a few instructions, the serpents were put to death completely.

Not far away, Mo Yuxi took out a folding fan and gently fanned herself as she gazed at Yan Chuan in the distance. Her eyes gradually narrowed, yet grew brighter and brighter.

For she sensed that although Yan Chuan didn’t possess Ding Wugu’s special constitution, his understanding of feng shui seemed in no way inferior.

“Master Wenruo, it seems my judgment was not mistaken!” Mo Yuxi said with a smile.

“Saintess, your judgment has always been sharp. Still, let us wait until we obtain the Myriad Marvel Demon Lotus before we speak further,” Master Wenruo replied with a wry smile.

“Very well. As for this Yan Chuan, I am quite looking forward to seeing more,” Mo Yuxi nodded.

“Little Crane, bring them two demon beasts every day!” Mo Yuxi instructed the celestial crane beside her.

With a cry, the crane flapped its wings in acknowledgment.

Ding Wugu shot a resentful glance toward Yan Chuan in the distance.

Yang Zhijiu, meanwhile, frowned at Mo Yuxi, his gaze equally filled with annoyance as he glanced at Yan Chuan.

As for the demon beast meat, Yan Chuan made no attempt to keep it all for himself.

All the soldiers were able to have a bowl of demon beast broth, though supplies were limited; only the first two hundred soldiers got to eat.

Those who tasted the demon beast’s flesh, especially the lower-ranked soldiers, saw their cultivation rise rapidly.

With the blood of the demon serpents, they could, as before, lure large numbers of wild beasts. Thus, the soldiers never lacked for meat.

Another ten days passed.

“Hah!” With a shout, Huo Guang thrust his spear, striking a massive boulder.

With a thunderous crash, the boulder exploded.

“Your Highness, I have now reached the eighth level of the Strength Realm!” Huo Guang declared excitedly.

“Good,” Yan Chuan replied with satisfaction.

Over these ten days, there had been continuous breakthroughs. Among the three thousand soldiers, over a hundred had now reached the fifth level of the Strength Realm, and the number was climbing daily.

On the summit of a nearby mountain.

Yang Zhijiu stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the Silver Armored Army below. Ding Wugu stood by his side.

“Eighth level of the Strength Realm? Hmph, a bunch of country bumpkins!” Yang Zhijiu sneered.

Strength Realm? He truly looked down on such cultivation.

“They are nothing but a pack of useless trash,” Ding Wugu echoed bitterly.

“Ding Wugu!” Yang Zhijiu’s tone suddenly grew solemn.

“Hm?”

Yang Zhijiu gazed toward the distant military camp, his voice low. “Ding Wugu, whatever lies within the feng shui formation—you must secure it for me!”

“Rest assured, Young Lord Yang. The Myriad Marvel Demon Lotus will be ours. Who could possibly take it from us? Dao Lord Mao Ri gave us his personal instructions!” Ding Wugu immediately replied.

“No, you misunderstand me,” Yang Zhijiu shook his head.

“Oh?”

“I mean, it’s not enough for us to obtain it. I want it for myself—just me, not the Saintess Mo Yuxi,” Yang Zhijiu said gravely.

“Ah?”

“Mo Yuxi wants the Myriad Marvel Demon Lotus to repay a favor to my father. I cannot let her succeed—I want her to remain indebted, forever,” a faint cold smile appeared on Yang Zhijiu’s lips.

“A favor?” Ding Wugu was briefly taken aback.

“Don’t concern yourself with the details. For now, let Yan Chuan have his moment outside the formation. But once inside, only those with the feng shui constitution will be of use. Once we’re inside, you must do everything in your power to help me seize the Myriad Marvel Demon Lotus. If you succeed, I will have my father grant you entry to our household,” Yang Zhijiu promised.