The Fisherman Reaps the Benefits

Chen Fan had completely stolen away the Nether Bone Cold Flame and returned unharmed. By now, the frost in the passage had long since melted, and the corpses once frozen into the walls had fallen one after another, nearly filling the entire passage.

It was impossible for Chen Fan to walk through now, because the piled-up corpses were nearly as tall as he was. The gruesome sight made him frown.

Without further thought, he stepped into the Nine Palaces Footwork. True Essence Power surged, and his figure shot upward through the passage, flying straight out.

After landing, he returned to the underground entrance. With his back to the stone stairs, he faced the same two passages, but the ice and snow on the ground had long melted away, leaving no trace of the monkey and the others. He knew they had entered the passage on the left, yet the road ahead still gave him a headache.

But he had to go eventually. He did not linger. After thinking briefly, he strode forward.

The passage on the left was likewise bare on all four sides, yet unlike the right-hand passage, it was not heaped with corpses. It was extremely clean, save for a pool of melted snowwater on the ground. But the water was not pure; a thread of red ran through it, giving off wisps of blood stench.

Chen Fan stepped through the Nine Palaces, his Yu Step swift as the wind, and raced forward.

Catching up to the monkey and the others was the most urgent matter. Seizing the Nether Bone Cold Flame this time had gone remarkably smoothly. If he could obtain the monkey's fortuitous opportunity as well, the gains would surely be extraordinary. Perhaps after this journey, once the trouble at Five Finger Mountain was resolved, he