"Junior Brother Lu is truly naive. Still going on about what an Orthodox Daoist Cultivator should do—if there's an opportunity to be had, who cares about orthodox or evil?"
Chen Luo gave a derisive laugh.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, why are you still wasting words with your fellow disciple here? This place isn't far from the Black Demon Abyss. To avoid long nights breeding many dreams, it's best to end this quickly."
A deep voice rang out. Immediately after, a tall, burly cultivator slipped out from behind Lu Xuan without a sound.
The cultivator had a fierce face, yet when he moved, his body was light as a swallow. He did not reveal the slightest aura, and Lu Xuan only sensed him when he was already nearby.
"Just kill him outright and plunder his Storage Bag."
He looked at Lu Xuan, who was only at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, with a hint of contempt in his eyes.
"I was worried that I wouldn't find that ancient book in Junior Brother's Storage Bag. If I soul-searched him, the slightest carelessness might make the relevant information go missing, so I deliberately asked Junior Brother for it first."
"However, judging from Junior Brother Lu Xuan's manner, I doubt he will hand that ancient book over to me smoothly. Since that's the case, I can only forcefully search his soul."
The fluctuations of Spiritual Power around Chen Luo grew increasingly turbulent, and the vivid patterns on his face kept writhing.
"Zheng Daoyou, your physical body is powerful and you excel at tracking. If this little junior brother of mine escapes, I'll have to trouble you to capture him."
This tall, burly cultivator was the same as him, also at Foundation Establishment Perfection, a Body Cultivator with an incomparably powerful physical body.
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