At this moment, dusk descended. A streak of crimson sunset painted the horizon over Demon King Valley, leaving the sky dark and red. As Chen Fan and the others walked together, they felt no eerie strangeness at all. Instead, they found the sunset scenery exceptionally beautiful.
For this journey, Chen Fan had only Qin Xian'er, Bald Bird, and the Bee King accompany him. Chen Fan's purpose was obvious: if the Immortal Sect truly wished to exchange the Wuya Sword for Enlightenment God Tea, he was in favor of it.
Yet it was equally obvious that his instincts told him this was a dragon's pool and tiger's den. Waiting for him to deliver himself to their doorstep, the Immortal Sect would never yield.
Bald Bird and the Bee King, however, were utterly unrestrained, insisting on coming along with their eyes set on the Immortal Sect's treasury.
The last time they had raided the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's treasury, Bald Bird had gnawed down its fill of spiritual medicine. But it was far from satisfied; this time, it wanted to make another huge haul. The Bee King came scampering along behind it as well.
As for Chen Jingjing, Big and Little Bai, and the others, they naturally remained in the Underground Palace. The Golden Cores Chen Fan and Bald Bird had brought back from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were enough to sustain their cultivation for quite some time.
Although Shen Wushuang had already reached Foundation Establishment Late Stage, she truly would not be able to offer much help at a major sect like the Immortal Sect. At Qin Xian'er's urging and head-shaking persuasion, she too stayed behind in the Underground Palace to cultivate.
Thus, two people and two beasts set out. Turning into fleeting shadows as they swept out of Demon