Disciple Really Couldn't Hold Back Anymore

A hundred miles beyond Xi Yue River, in a secluded bamboo forest.

A figure was writhing on the ground in agony, countless cracks spreading across his body like a clay sculpture. Large amounts of blood continuously spilled out, dyeing the earth beneath him red.

If Guangxian and Guangzhi were still alive, they would surely recognize this person's identity – Guangdu!

He had originally intended to keep this as a backup plan, in case he was discovered by Mother Diviner True Person in Xi Yue River, and also to take the opportunity to eliminate Guangxian and Guangzhi so he could monopolize the Holy Bone.

But what Guangdu didn't expect was that there was another existence in Xi Yue River, infinitely more terrifying than Mother Diviner True Person.

As a result, not only was his doppelganger, refined through a secret technique, destroyed, but his main body was also implicated, leading to his current miserable state.

It wasn't until several hours had passed that Guangdu, gaunt and as if drained of all vitality, finally regained a sliver of clarity.

He sat down, leaning against a rock. The ground beneath him had turned into red earth over a large area, and his breathing grew weaker. Fortunately, his life had been saved.

"That person..."

As soon as he thought of the last glance his doppelganger managed to steal before attempting to escape, that ancient figure was deeply imprinted in his mind. Even now, recalling it made him tremble uncontrollably.

"The Holy Bone... It seems the Holy Bone can't be retrieved. This matter must be reported back to the abbot!"

Without one of the Holy Bones, the White Buddha Temple's plan would not be able to proceed smoothly. They had to find a way to retrieve the Holy Bone, otherwise, the White Buddha Temple would face utter destruction, and no one would escape.

But facing such a terrifying enemy...

Just thinking about it, recalling that figure, Guangdu was filled with despair and immediately vomited another large mouthful of blood.

Now, there was truly not a drop left in his entire body...

Han Prefecture, located in the south, was the foremost prefecture of the previous dynasty.

However, Han Prefecture was now engulfed in smoke and dismembered due to the ongoing wars.

After the collapse of the previous dynasty, valiant generals occupied territories and declared themselves kings. This prefecture alone had three factions, leading to extreme chaos.

But even amidst this chaotic prefecture, there were places that even the wars dared not encroach upon, and which were largely uninhabited. Most outsiders referred to them as forbidden lands, unwilling to set foot there lightly.

The infamous Corpse Saliva Valley was one such place!

Legend had it that this was the site of the most tragic battle in the previous dynasty's history. The ground was littered with corpses, and the air was thick with the stench of blood. No one dared to enter to collect the bodies of the deceased.

Once one entered, they would be contaminated by the lingering, dense aura of blood and would never return.

Although hundreds of years had passed, this place remained unchanged. Even from dozens of miles away, a red, mist-like aura could be seen.

And it was precisely in this eerie environment that, on this day, two figures suddenly appeared.

One figure was slightly stooped, dressed in coarse, gray-white clothing, with two peculiar and distinctly different heads perched on his shoulders and neck.

He walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back. With each step, the surrounding blood mist parted as if avoiding a venomous snake, as if even the mist dared not easily touch the man's body.

Beside him, a young man in coarse clothing knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably, shaking like a sieve.

The skin and flesh on his body twitched violently and irregularly, as if his current skin and flesh would fall off at any moment, leaving only a skeleton.

At the same time, he continuously vomited foul substances from his mouth, appearing to be in extreme distress.

Hiss!

Only when a cluster of flames suddenly ignited on his body and burned fiercely did his complexion gradually improve, and he began to gasp for air.

Damn old man!!

Looking at Old Man Fate Crane walking ahead, Yang An's eyes showed undisguised fury. If a hundred of him weren't a match for this old man, he would have desperately fought Old Man Fate Crane!

Xi Yue River was a thousand miles away from Corpse Saliva Valley. Even if mortals traveled day and night without stopping, it would take at least several days to reach it.

Yet, Old Man Fate Crane had grabbed Yang An and brought him to this place in just five blinks of an eye.

Yes, five blinks!

Yang An had only experienced five blinks of time before he appeared here, and then collapsed onto the ground, weak and powerless.

This was followed by the severe after-effects of forcibly traversing such a long distance with a fragile body.

It was as if he had fallen into boiling lava. Every inch of skin and flesh on his body was in intense pain, as if the flesh was twisting and deforming inch by inch, possibly even falling off in the end.

At the same time, his spirit had also been ravaged. It was a hundred times more terrifying than seasickness or motion sickness. He felt as if half his soul was in his body and the other half outside, experiencing pain akin to a "heavenly ice and fire" ordeal.

Fortunately, Yang An finally endured the intense pain and ignited the flames on himself that could clear the mind and calm the spirit, thus concentrating his scattered spirit and finally feeling a bit better.

Then, he propped himself up, spat out two elixirs from the Flesh-Buried Talisman, purified them instantly, and swallowed them.

As the medicinal effects rapidly dissolved in his abdomen and were absorbed by his body, Yang An's condition gradually recovered.

At this moment, Old Man Fate Crane, walking ahead, paid no attention. However, the Crane Head turned its head to look at Yang An and immediately let out a sinister laugh.

"Old man, I think you can do this more often. That way, he'll become especially delicious in the future, hehe!"

Hearing the Crane Head's words, Yang An suppressed the urge to ignore it. He truly feared that if he couldn't hold back for a moment and rushed forward, he would be like a lamb entering a tiger's den.

Old Man Fate Crane also paid no attention and continued walking straight ahead. After about ten steps, he suddenly stopped and looked forward.

At this moment, the Crane Head, which had been looking at Yang An, also abruptly turned its head and immediately revealed a strange smile.

"Someone's here to welcome you, old man!"

As the Crane Head's words fell, a tall figure slowly emerged from the blood mist ahead, finally stopping just ten feet away from Old Man Fate Crane.

He was a powerfully built man, dressed in tattered clothes. Through the numerous holes, his knotty muscles were visible. The sheer thickness of his arms alone surpassed that of an adult's thighs. His messy long hair looked as if it hadn't been washed in a very long time, and he exuded a wild aura.

What's more, he had a long tail behind him. The tail was bare, like a thick earthworm, and it coiled around a steel saber that he carried on his shoulder.

He seemed to have been waiting here for Old Man Fate Crane's arrival. Upon seeing Old Man Fate Crane appear, a smile immediately spread across his face.

"Master, your disciple has been waiting for you for a long time! You've truly made this disciple wait in great hardship!"

Master?

The man's appearance also caught Yang An's attention.

Upon hearing that address, he immediately understood the man's identity, likely one of Old Man Fate Crane's personal disciples. He just didn't know which rank of disciple he was.

Looks like he's here to welcome the old geezer back? Why is there only this one person? Where are the others?

Seeing the man's appearance, Yang An couldn't help but think, but something still felt off.

This atmosphere, this tone... it didn't sound like a master and disciple meeting. Instead, it felt rather tense, like they were on the verge of a confrontation.

"How long have you been waiting?"

Seeing the man, Old Man Fate Crane remained remarkably calm, asking in a neither warm nor cold tone.

"Not long. Only waited six hours after coming out of seclusion."

Old Man Fate Crane didn't reply. He merely nodded faintly, then lifted his foot and continued forward, soon brushing past the man without another glance.

The man's smile never wavered, seemingly one of joy, but it looked more like barely suppressed excitement.

Just as Old Man Fate Crane walked another dozen steps, his figure about to disappear into the blood mist.

Swish!

The man suddenly turned around. The long tail behind him abruptly coiled around the steel saber, and the blade, glinting in the cold light, pointed directly at Old Man Fate Crane's back.

The blade's wind exuded a sharp edge, instantly parting the surrounding blood mist.

At the same time, his excitement seemed to be reaching its peak. His original smile twisted into a ferocious grimace, and his body even trembled with agitation.

"Master..."

"Disciple really can't hold back anymore, please... just let me kill you!"

"Just once! Just this once! Please!"

The man suddenly became like a possessed madman, uttering shocking words as he erupted forward.

The next moment, a loud shout was heard. The man had transformed into a dark blur, charging directly at Old Man Fate Crane.

"Old geezer! Die!!"

Holy crap!

What the hell is going on?!

Standing by, Yang An was completely stunned.