Natural Formation
"What utter nonsense!" Zhao Qifeng stood outside the Heavywater Demon Cave with a gloomy face. As he stared at the dark cave entrance, which emanated a strange suction force, the fury in his eyes nearly spilled over.
"That brat sure knows how to run." Xu Suqin had originally been arranging a blockade around the passages leading into the Heavywater Mountain Region. After receiving Zhao Qifeng's notice, she had hurried over at once, but who would have thought she would still be a step too late? Lu Xiaotian had slipped into the Heavywater Demon Cave. For two True Immortals to have their quarry escape time and again—a late-stage Immortal alchemy sage, no less—would be an earth-shattering joke if word got out.
"Heaven above or earth below, I'll drag him out even if I have to turn the world upside down. The more merrily he runs now, the more suffering awaits him later." A murderous glint flashed through Zhao Qifeng's eyes. He had originally planned to recruit Lu Xiaotian after everything was settled, but after all this trouble, his meager patience had been worn away. Once the matter was over, killing Lu Xiaotian to vent his hatred would hardly be surprising.
"Senior Zhao, as long as you're willing to hand over the things that brat has to us, we junior disciples are willing to assist you in entering the Heavywater Demon Cave to hunt him down." Behind Zhao Qifeng and Xu Suqin, nine immortals from Windheaven Valley, led by Duyuan, stood shoulder to shoulder. Duyuan had originally abandoned the idea of making things difficult for Lu Xiaotian. After all, Lu Xiaotian was no weakling, and with Lin Fang and Lama Banhui and his disciple assisting him, the nine of them might not be able to do anything to him even