Before a range of lush green mountains, the blazing Demonic Sun hung high in the sky. Demonic birds with fierce, baleful auras circled overhead, seemingly searching for suitable prey.
Between the leaves in the dense forest, sunlight filtered through in fish-scale-shaped patches.
"Fairy Luo, this way, please." A handsome, tall man made an inviting gesture with great enthusiasm.
"Fairy Luo certainly is popular. Unlike me, old and faded, and thoroughly unappealing. With Fellow Daoist Shu's help and Fellow Daoist Zhong's favor, I imagine Fairy Luo will reap a rich harvest on this trip to the Red Mausoleum." The voluptuous woman beside them made a self-deprecating remark, though her eyes flicked toward another man, an old fellow wearing an iron crown.
"Fellow Daoist Wu, you jest. Fairy Luo naturally has a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky. But treasure hunting depends on real ability. The Demonic Beasts in the Red Mausoleum won't hand over their treasures just because of her looks." The iron-crowned elder, Kuang Mingcheng, gave a dry laugh.
"The monsters in the Red Mausoleum certainly won't give up their treasures easily. But who can say how other people might behave?" Wu Xuejiao gave a soft laugh, her charm still in full bloom.
"When it comes to treasure hunting in the Red Mausoleum, everyone can rely on their own abilities. I hear you have no shortage of admirers, Fellow Daoist Wu. How can you be so shameless as to use that to needle me?" Luo Ping'er smiled radiantly.
Wu Xuejiao gave a cold snort. Some distance away from the four, two sturgeon demons covered in blue scales were looking around.
"Move a little faster. We can't keep wandering around out here like this. Sooner or later, the others will get suspicious."
"Don't worry. I'm