Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
The Southern Border Mountains were shrouded in violent, swirling clouds of blood-red thunder and spatial distortions. Below the thunderclouds sat a massive, ancient ravine that stretched for hundreds of miles—the entrance to the Forgotten Celestial Abyss.
Every fifty years, the ancient spatial seals surrounding the Abyss weakened, allowing young cultivators under the age of thirty to enter and search for primordial herbs, ancient immortal techniques, and forgotten treasures.
Thousands of young talents, sect disciples, and rogue cultivators from across the Southern Domain had gathered at the ravine's edge, waiting eagerly for the spatial barrier to open.
A luxurious, floating silver sedan pulled by two majestic Spatial Frost Eagles descended smoothly near a secluded cliff on the eastern ridge.
The carved cedar doors opened, and Lu Chen stepped out into the crisp mountain air. He was clad in a striking, deep purple silk robe embroidered with silver dragon scales. His long crimson hair swayed softly in the wind, and his glowing purple eyes scanned the chaotic crowd below with cool, relaxed amusement.
Stepping out right behind him were his two companions.
Ye Qingxian wore dark blue combat silk, her long silver hair tied neatly in a high ponytail. Her hand rested tightly on her icy sword hilt, her ice-blue eyes sharp and vigilant.
Saintess Ji Xue was dressed in her pristine white Supreme Frost robes. She stood slightly behind Lu Chen, her raven hair rustling in the mountain breeze. Though she still tried to maintain a cool demeanor, her eyes lingered on Lu Chen’s back with an undeniable sense of trust and subtle affection.
"Young Master," Ye Qingxian murmured softly, leaning in close to his ear. "I detect at least sixteen hidden presences lurking in the shadow mist along the eastern gorge. They have been following our carriage since we left the Capital."
Lu Chen took a slow sip from a small jade flask of peach blossom wine, a lazy, handsome smirk playing on his lips. "Sixteen? Patriarch Gu really sent quite a grand welcoming party for us."
Ji Xue’s eyebrows knit together in concern, her voice dropping. "Patriarch Gu? The Nascent Soul grandmaster of the Ancient Pill Clan? Lu Chen, if his elders attack us inside the spatial distortion, your alchemy powders might not reach them before their killing arrays activate!"
Lu Chen turned his head, looking directly into Ji Xue’s worried, dark eyes. He reached out with his warm, slender fingers, gently tapping her soft, blushing cheek.
"Are you worrying about me, sweet Ji Xue?" Lu Chen teased smoothly, his deep voice carrying an intoxicating charm.
Ji Xue’s face turned bright pink in an instant! She slapped his hand away flusteredly, stepping back. "W-Who is worrying about you, you arrogant ruffian?! I am worrying about my own safety!"
"Do not worry," Lu Chen chuckled softly, his purple eyes gleaming with mischievous brilliance. "My non-violent methods are tailored specifically for overconfident assassins."
An hour later.
The main spatial barrier of the Abyss let out a deafening roar, turning into a massive vortex of swirling green light!
"THE BARRIER IS OPEN!"
"CHARGE! ENTER THE FORGOTTEN CELESTIAL ABYSS!"
Thousands of cultivators transformed into beams of light, plunging directly into the spatial vortex!
Lu Chen waved his sleeve comfortably. "Let's go, ladies."
Together, the three of them leaped into the green vortex, passing through the chaotic spatial rift.
WHOOSH!
The scenery shifted instantly.
Instead of the sunny mountain ridge, they landed in a misty, ancient bamboo forest shrouded in pitch-black shadow energy. The ground was damp, and the air was thick with ancient primordial aura. Read this novel at NovelPing for the best experience.
Before Ji Xue or Ye Qingxian could take three steps, a sharp, sinister voice echoed from the surrounding shadows!
"BOUND THE SPATIAL DOMAIN! UNLEASH THE NINE-HELL BLOOD SEALING ARRAY!"
BOOM!
Sixteen dark-red beams of blood-light erupted from the surrounding trees, intertwining high in the air to form a massive, impenetrable blood-red cage that completely locked down a hundred-meter radius! Spatial transmission was blocked, and spiritual energy within the cage became heavy as lead!
Sixteen figures wrapped in pitch-black assassin robes stepped out from the fog, led by two elderly men clad in dark crimson robes—two Mid Nascent Soul Elders from the Blood-Moon Pavilion!
The lead assassin commander drew his serrated, poison-dripping dagger, pointing it directly at Lu Chen's chest, sneering maliciously.
"Lu Chen of the Lu Clan!" the commander rasped, his eyes filled with murderous glee. "Patriarch Gu sends his regards! Inside this Nine-Hell Blood Sealing Array, your spatial boots cannot teleport, your communications are blocked, and your physical movement is restricted tenfold! Today, you shall be stripped of your cultivation and brought to Patriarch Gu in chains!"
Ji Xue’s face turned pale. "Two Nascent Soul elders and fourteen Core Formation assassins?! And this array is suppressing our spiritual power!" She drew her frost sword, stepping in front of Lu Chen despite her trembling hands. "Lu Chen, get behind me! I'll try to break a gap in the array!"
Ye Qingxian also unsheathed her ice blade, her icy aura flaring up to its absolute limit, her eyes cold as death. "I shall defend the Young Master with my life."
Lu Chen, however, let out a low, amused laugh.
He calmly walked past both women, stepping right to the front lines. He casually reached into his sleeves, pulling out two sleek, golden vials filled with a glowing violet, sparkling dust.
"Assassins... arrays... blood cages..." Lu Chen shook his head in gentle, angelic sadness. "Why must people always resort to such crude, violent methods when we could simply dance?"
The lead assassin commander sneered. "Dance?! Are you insane from fear, brat?! ELDERS, ATTACK!"
The two Nascent Soul elders let out terrifying roars, channeling their blood-red energy to crush Lu Chen—
"Qingxian, Ji Xue, hold your breath," Lu Chen instructed smoothly.
With a graceful flick of his wrists, Lu Chen unstoppered both golden vials! He didn't toss them at the enemies—he used his Peak Core Formation force to disperse the violet dust into a massive, invisible shockwave that filled the entire sealed blood cage in a microsecond!
SNORT!
All sixteen assassins—including the two mighty Nascent Soul elders—inhaled the sparkling violet dust instantly!
For a second, nothing happened.
"HA! Is this your grand trick?!" the lead elder mocked, raising his battle axe. "A useless violet cloud?! DIE—"
PFFFT!
A sharp, thunderous, extraordinarily loud sound echoed from the lead elder's lower abdomen!
The lead elder froze mid-strike. His face turned an unnatural shade of bright purple, his eyes bulging out of his sockets as his intestines rumbled like a volcanic eruption!
PFFFT! PFFFT! PFFFT! The source of this chapter is g.com.
Within two seconds, all sixteen assassins were emitting loud, relentless, embarrassing digestive noises that shattered the grim atmosphere of the blood cage!
"WHAT... WHAT IS THIS?!" the commander screamed, clutching his stomach in sheer horror. "MY DIGESTIVE TRACT IS BURNING!"
Before any of them could process the digestive chaos, the second effect of the 'Soul-Reversing Flatulence & Cha-Cha Dancing Toxin' struck their nervous systems!
Uncontrollable, frantic electrical impulses flooded their muscles.
TAP! TAP! SLIDE!
The lead Nascent Soul elder’s legs suddenly moved entirely on their own! He dropped his battle axe, raised his right arm gracefully into the air, twirled on one foot, and began doing a passionate, high-speed Latin Cha-Cha dance across the muddy grass!
"WHAT AM I DOING?!" the elder shrieked in absolute terror, his body spinning, sliding, and shaking his hips frantically while his stomach continued to make loud noises! "STOP! MY LEGS ARE DANCING ON THEIR OWN!"
PFFFT! SLIDE! TWIRL!
The second Nascent Soul elder joined in, shaking his hips rhythmically, doing a dramatic salsa step while weeping tears of pure, unadulterated humiliation!
All fourteen shadow assassins followed suit! The sixteen top-tier killers of the Blood-Moon Pavilion formed a synchronized, flaming-hot dance line inside their own blood-red sealing array, twirling, kicking their legs high into the air, and doing rhythmic hip shakes while making embarrassing digestive noises every two seconds!
TAP! TAP! CHA-CHA-CHA! PFFFT!
Ji Xue’s frost blade slipped out of her hand, clattering onto the ground. She stared at the sixteen dancing, farting assassins with her jaw hanging wide open, her mind completely, utterly, violently short-circuiting!
Ye Qingxian’s cold persona shattered completely into a state of sheer, breathless bewilderment, her ice-blue eyes wider than teacups.
Lu Chen walked casually through the middle of the dancing line of assassins, smiling like an immortal angel. He reached out, politely taking their spatial rings, high-grade daggers, spatial maps, and emergency wallets straight out of their pockets while they twirled uncontrollably past him!
"Thank you for the wonderful dance performance, gentlemen," Lu Chen said cheerfully, slipping sixteen high-grade spatial rings directly into his pocket. "A very generous contribution to the Lu Clan."
[Ding!]
[Quest Completed: 'Neutralize the Blood-Moon Assassins'!]
[You neutralized 2 Nascent Soul Elders and 14 Core Formation Assassins without spilling a single drop of blood or taking a single life, inflicting 10,000% permanent emotional trauma!]
[Rewards Issued: 50,000 System Points!]
[Special Reward Issued: 1x Imperial Grade Void-Shifting Key!]
Lu Chen turned around, flashing Ji Xue and Ye Qingxian a slow, devastatingly handsome smirk, winking at them smoothly.
"Come along, ladies," Lu Chen chuckled softly, tossing an Imperial Voi
d Key into the air and catching it. "The Primordial Dao Tree awaits us!”