You Need to Be Careful, It Seems We'll Be Delayed For a While

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone in the underground palace who were in the midst of a chaotic battle, plunging them into a brief, deathly silence.

No one had expected that there would be other people in this place.

In the broken and collapsed passageway.

Jiang Lan stood there, wisps of blood-colored mist rising and swirling around him like vapor.

Even his face was obscured, making him very blurry, with only a pair of eyes revealing a detached indifference.

"I didn't detect any aura from this person before. There's another passageway over there..."

Even Ye Ming, who was fighting a group of disciples from the Myriad Laws Sect, had a slight frown on his face. His mind raced as he sent an opponent flying with a palm strike and drifted to a nearby spot to observe the situation.

Above one of his palms, a blood-red pattern flickered with a faint light, and the aura of a soul seemed to emerge from within.

His gaze, tinged with apprehension, fell upon the slender figure shrouded in blood-colored mist deep within the underground palace.

If the other party hadn't suddenly made a move, he wouldn't have even sensed their cultivation aura.

The person stood there as if integrated with the heavens and earth, becoming one with it, returning to simplicity, like an ordinary person.

"This person is truly strange. Even I can't figure him out. You should be careful."

A hoarse, low voice echoed in Ye Ming's mind, causing his expression to darken further and his apprehension to deepen.

If even the old ghost said so, it was enough to indicate how terrifying the person ahead was.

"Do you wish to die?"

A casual voice suddenly broke the silence.

Jiang Lan looked at the figures who had been sent flying and fallen.

Several of them were struggling to stand up, blood at the corners of their mouths, but their expressions towards him now held an inexplicable fear and trembling.

They hadn't even seen how Jiang Lan had attacked. They just felt the surrounding world suddenly tighten.

An immeasurable power pressed down, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped them, rendering them unable to move. Then, they were sent flying, their internal organs seemingly displaced.

Even their elders in their respective sects might not have been able to achieve such a level.

Especially since the voice sounded so young.

Who was this young monster from which power that had emerged...

"Cough, cough, please forgive us, young master. They were just anxious and worried just now, and their offense was unintentional, without malice..."

At this moment, the figure who had narrowly dodged Jiang Lan's kick coughed several times and struggled to stand up from amidst the rubble.

The jade hairpin had fallen from her crown, her dark hair cascading down. Her clear and bright eyes could not hide her shock.

The edges of the ordinary yellowed human-skin mask were broken, revealing a portion of her fair, delicate, snow-like face.

"Miss..."

The injured figures with blood on their lips rushed to her side.

A young girl with her hair tied in a maid's bun quickly supported her.

"Miss? Heh, so even Junior Sister Song, you had ulterior motives and have been hiding your identity, lying low within my Myriad Laws Sect."

From a distance, the burly man let out a cold laugh upon hearing this.

His clothes were torn, and his lips were bleeding. It was evident that he had been sneak-attacked by Ye Ming during the previous battle and was not lightly injured.

Beside him, many disciples of the Myriad Laws Sect had already fallen to the ground, bleeding profusely, their lives uncertain.

He then looked at Ye Ming, who was observing the situation from not far away, and said hatefully, "I actually thought you, Ye Ming, were honest and trustworthy, and treated you sincerely all along. I never expected you to be so cunning and scheme against us."

"Brother Wang Yan, that's where you're mistaken. Opportunities and fortunes go to those who are fated to receive them. You made me test the terrain for you multiple times on the road, putting me in danger and almost killing me. Don't pretend to be a good person now; we're all the same kind of people."

Ye Ming merely sneered upon hearing this, killing intent flashing across his seemingly honest and dark face.

"Hmph, mere glib talk," the burly man named Wang Yan snorted coldly.

Jiang Lan's gaze was calm and indifferent. He had no interest in participating in such a dog-eat-dog drama.

If not for the unexpected occurrence blocking his path, he wouldn't have lingered for even a moment.

The woman who had concealed her true appearance had clearly sensed his aura just then. That's why, while being sent flying, she had deliberately smashed into the stone wall beside the passageway, forcing him to reveal himself.

He had originally intended to quietly claim the inheritance of the Blood Immortal Sect, but now it seemed he would be delayed.

"Esteemed young master, I am Wang Yan, an inner disciple of the Myriad Laws Sect from Danzhou Prefecture. I was ordered by my master to investigate the cause of the abnormal movements of the Demonic Beasts on the Blood-Colored Plateau and have no ill intentions."

"This person has been lurking in my Myriad Laws Sect for a long time, and her motives are unknown. I suspect she might be related to the remnants of the former Blood Immortal Sect."

"As for this other person, although he claims to be a rogue cultivator, his intentions are deep and his methods are ruthless. I suspect he also has considerable ties to the Blood Immortal Sect."

"According to what I know, the Blood-Colored Plateau is related to the Blood Immortal Sect that once wreaked havoc upon the Nine Provinces Continent. Judging by the motives of these two, this place might be its ruins..."

"The Blood Immortal Sect brought disaster to the world and is not tolerated by anyone. Once they make a comeback, they will surely plunge the Nine Provinces Continent into further suffering."

"Why don't you and I join forces to eliminate these remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect and bring peace back to the world."

Wang Yan looked at Jiang Lan, cupped his hands in greeting, his gaze sincere and serious, his tone resolute and righteous.

Although he couldn't sense any magical fluctuations from Jiang Lan, he couldn't possibly treat him as an ordinary person.

The mere method he just used was enough to make him wary and vigilant.

"Blood Immortal Sect?"

Jiang Lan seemed slightly surprised, then smiled faintly. "Indeed, the Blood Immortal Sect plagues the world, and all under heaven should punish them. Since these two are related to the Blood Immortal Sect, I naturally cannot let them leave."

Upon hearing this, the woman surnamed Song's expression shifted slightly.

Not far away, Ye Ming's brow furrowed even deeper, the wariness on his face intensifying.

Wang Yan's face lit up with joy, and he cupped his hands again. "What the young master says is true. If these two are allowed to escape, who knows how much disaster they will bring to the outside world..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the joy on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a ruthless decisiveness.

He transformed into a streak of light and lunged at Jiang Lan.

His palms and fingers surged with radiant light, runes flickered, and the aura of Daoist magic evolved, seemingly transforming into a mist of light and rain that engulfed everything.

The other Myriad Laws Sect disciples behind him also reacted quickly, unleashing various talisman treasures and magical artifacts, all attacking Jiang Lan in unison.

In the dimly lit underground palace, the scene was instantly filled with colorful light, banishing the darkness and illuminating the area.

This sudden turn of events did not surprise Jiang Lan in the slightest.

He had been sensing Wang Yan's breathing, heartbeat, and life force fluctuations all along.

He knew his intentions.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression very calm.