Facing layer upon layer of restrictions along the path to the underground palace, Tang Yu broke them one by one while cursing under his breath.
"You slutty underground palace, setting up so many restrictions—you're just trying to lure me into forcing my way inside, aren't you?"
After breaking the final restriction, Tang Yu finally managed to enter the underground palace.
The moment he stepped inside, Tang Yu knew the trip had been worth it.
Huang Yuezhao and Xie Shiniang were tightly bound by immortal-binding ropes and suspended in midair.
The way the ropes had been tied made Tang Yu cry out inwardly at the expertise involved.
Fortunately, the two women's daoist robes were still completely intact, and Tang Yu's heart finally rose again. At least the Fist Sect had not bullied them as it had before by stripping away their robes.
"Are you two fairies all right?"
Seeing the pair of beautiful eyes studying him from head to toe, Tang Yu asked as he began breaking the formations around them.
The place where the two women were held was trapped by three formations. Their cultivation had been suppressed and their souls eroded; they were only a step away from being refined into puppets.
"Not very well. What is the situation outside?"
Huang Yuezhao asked first. Compared with herself, she was more worried about the safety of her sect.
Xie Shiniang also looked at Tang Yu anxiously, afraid of hearing bad news.
"I joined forces with the Dragon River Sect cultivators and killed Fang Meiyun. The elders and disciples of your sect who were imprisoned have all been rescued as well."
Tang Yu's answer made both women sigh in relief. What they feared most was that their sect would be gone, leaving only the two of them behind.
"We truly cannot