After searching through the corpses of the elite Black Armor soldiers, Chen Jing activated his qinggong and swept into the mountain forest. He wanted to hurry back to Scarlet Gold Manor and see how things stood.
After only a few leaps.
His ears suddenly twitched.
He drifted lightly onto the trunk of a great tree.
Ever since Chen Jing had begun using the Five Elements Earthly Fiend to temper his internal organs and refine his blood and qi from the Acquired Realm into Xiantian, the nine apertures and five senses had grown ever sharper.
At that moment, he gathered his blood and qi into his Ear Aperture.
In an instant, every faint sound within the pitch-black forest entered his ears. Amid the rustling of wind through dead branches, he heard a strand of wind unlike the rest.
It was not the biting north wind of early spring.
It was swifter, more erratic.
It was the gale stirred up by people exchanging blows.
Chen Jing paused.
Then he turned and quietly slipped toward the source of the sound.
He had come to fish in troubled waters in the first place. Naturally, wherever the waters were muddier, that was where he would go.
Chen Jing circulated Crane Dance Across the Nine Heavens, but rather than pursuing speed, he pushed lightness to its utmost limit. Like a ghost, he moved soundlessly through the dark forest.
Very soon.
The sounds at his ears grew clearer and clearer.
After stealthily advancing another hundred zhang.
Chen Jing flashed behind a tree trunk and hid.
In the forest ahead, two figures were fighting at extreme speed.
One wore a Redfire ritual robe and a lotus-shaped golden crown. The other was clad in a Blood Robe, his loose hair flying wildly. They were the Fire-Worship Sect's Venerable and