Chapter 1030: 327: Cangji Cave, Sealing the Clan Venerable_4

There must be some expert helping them. Heiye had always thought it was Mo Kai, but they’d investigated—Mo Kai hadn’t known Hong Guo for long either!

Now, after Cang Ji’s analysis, even if Mo Kai wanted to help, he didn’t seem to have that kind of ability.

The only explanation is the absolute peak.

"Don’t worry too much. In the Eight Races Sacred Land, some of the absolute peaks have already weakened.

"With talent as strong as Hong Guo’s still drifting around in the Demon Beast Jungle, even getting picked up cheap by Mo Kai, I suspect he’s a descendant of Qingji Cave.

"A descendant of an absolute peak that’s already dead can’t accomplish much. No need to pay too much attention.

"Just remember, at this critical juncture, don’t provoke him, that’s all."

Cang Ji’s lips moved as he laid out his analysis.

"Underling understands. Thank you, Divine Elder, for dispelling my doubts!"

Heiye swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking like he’d suddenly seen the light.

On the other side of the wall, Su Yue plopped down on the ground.

Things had blown up.

War really is coming.

Cang Ji probably wasn’t lying; the Zhao Qi Corps is definitely going to attack Jing Niao City.

Lin Dongqi gave his life for this one chance to slaughter an absolute peak.

But for the Divine Land, this is practically a disaster.

They don’t know that Cang Ji has already solved the cold poison problem—this old fox, why is he so damn sly.

As for the guess that he’s a descendant of Qingji Cave, Su Yue wasn’t even surprised.

Since Mo Kai could trace things back to Qingji Cave, Cang Ji would obviously reach the same conclusion.

Cang Ji and Mo Kai, two of a kind—neither is anything good.

"How am I supposed to contact the Divine Land Corps? I don’t even have a chance."

Su Yue squatted on the ground, almost feeling like he was going to shut down completely.

His identity is special; he’s being watched by a bunch of Grandmasters at every moment. Don’t even mention not knowing where the Zhao Qi Corps’ secret agents are—even if he did know, he still wouldn’t have any chance to reach them.

And in a few days, Mo Kai is going to drag him off to some absolute peak opportunity.

Absolutely no chance to leak the news.

For the first time, Su Yue tasted despair.

...

After a long time again.

"Put away the Piercing Rock Armor blood."

Cang Ji finished cultivating and suddenly spoke.

"Yes!"

At his words, several streaks of pitch‑black light shot from Heiye’s palm, and the Piercing Rock Armor blood in the cauldron was instantly sucked away into leather pouches.

At the same time, a suction force appeared around Cang Ji’s body.

The Owl Flame Lice floating above him all bored into his body.

Su Yue witnessed all of this.

He watched as the frost on Cang Ji’s face melted away, and Cang Ji’s previously deathly ill state—

Owl Flame Lice are Spirit Medicine; the effect was instant, cure on the spot.

"Cang Ji, you old beast, so many petty tricks; you even managed to dig up something like Owl Flame Lice."

Su Yue cursed furiously in his heart.

But he was completely helpless.

Trying to get the news from here to the Divine Land is harder than ascending to the heavens.

Flat‑out impossible.

"It’s dawn. Heiye, go prepare the Spiritual Spring. Let Mo Kai and the little beast cultivate.

"Remember, under no circumstances agree to any more of their demands, or that beast will just keep pushing his luck.

"Actually, I’m overthinking it. Right now, Mo Kai should be more anxious than we are."

After tidying everything up, Cang Ji stood up.

But his dog‑face was still turned toward the wall.

"Understood!"

Heiye also put away the cauldron, then bent at the waist in a bow.

"Go. If Mo Kai has any brains, he should be impatient to get out of Jing Niao City."

Cang Ji waved his hand again.

"Cangji Cave Race Venerable, this underling takes his leave."

This time, Heiye suddenly changed his choice of words.

He lowered his dog head deeply; that posture was practically a believer on pilgrimage.

"Mm?"

Cang Ji’s brows furrowed, and he jerked his head around.

"Mm... go on, then."

Obviously, Cang Ji himself was stunned for a moment by those three words, Cangji Cave.

But he clearly hasn’t broken through yet; calling him Race Venerable is just self‑indulgence.

It’s practically a huge offense.

But Cang Ji still accepted his own vanity. After all, that title of Race Venerable has been his long‑held wish.

"Cangji Cave Race Venerable, this underling takes his leave!"

Heiye said it in one breath.

This flattery was seamless, hitting exactly the right spot.

"Heiye, you shameless suck‑up, even sneaking in a clever line."

Watching this scene made Su Yue want to vomit.

These Yangxiang Race bastards will do absolutely anything to kiss ass.

Disgusting.

Tch!

"Hong Guo, are you sleeping comfortably outside my Divine Elder’s great hall?"

Su Yue was still cursing Heiye under his breath.

But in the blink of an eye, Heiye was suddenly like a ghost, appearing right outside the room.

He stared at Su Yue with a gloomy gaze, like he was looking at a corpse.

"Not bad. I slept bright‑eyed and refreshed. How about you call the Princess out; I still want another bout with her. This time I can definitely kill her."

Su Yue stretched lazily.

"You’d better keep that filthy mouth of yours in line."

Even Heiye had to admire this Hong Guo.

With a personality like that and still alive till now—pure miracle.

But thinking deeper, this guy’s former backer was the Qingji Cave Race Venerable, so it kind of makes sense.

"How about you kill the Princess, then have a daughter yourself, and lend her to Cang Ji? Keep the profit in the family."

Su Yue suddenly gave a sinister little grin.

"Bastard, that’s outright treason.

"Where’s your master Mo Kai? Why isn’t he dragging his ass over here yet? You’re going to cultivate in the Spiritual Spring right now. Finish up and get out of my Jing Niao City as soon as possible."

Heiye almost spat blood from sheer rage.

This Hong Guo, is he some kind of tapeworm? He even guessed Heiye’s former thoughts.

Exactly.

Back when Cang Ji adopted Xu Baiyan, Heiye had been secretly resentful.

He was jealous.

He thought he should have a daughter himself and then let Cang Ji adopt her; Xu Baiyan wasn’t worthy at all.

But he’d never dared to say it.

To have that dragged out in one shot still made him feel a bit embarrassed.

"Your master isn’t in a hurry, so you, Heiye the dog, what are you in such a rush for?"

In the next breath, Mo Kai appeared behind Heiye, silent enough that no one noticed.

"Hmph, Mo Kai, you finally showed up. Let’s go!"

Heiye ground his teeth.

In Mo Kai’s hand was a bag.

Inside were a hundred Heiye Pills, all of it his painstakingly cultivated Qi Blood.

Giving it away to someone else for nothing—he was practically about to explode.

The key thing was Mo Kai even swung the bag in front of his face—adding insult to injury.

Just wait.

Once Cang Ji breaks through, we’ll see how we deal with you, you beast.

...

Very soon.

Heiye opened the Qi Blood Lock sealing the Spiritual Spring, and Su Yue and Mo Kai stepped into the spring grounds.

"Heiye, you can get lost now."

Mo Kai waved impatiently.

"Hmph, you’d better be quick."

Heiye turned and left.

"Disciple, don’t waste time. These are a few stalks of green vine your master found. Sit on them and you can directly use the Spiritual Spring to warm and nourish your meridians.

"I’ll personally refine the Heiye Pills and hold the medicinal power inside your body. You can slowly refine them later; it’ll be easy for you, twice the result for half the effort.

"Last night I felt Cang Ji’s absolute peak aura again. We have to hurry!"

Mo Kai looked deeply worried.

"Mm, I understand."

Su Yue nodded.

So Mo Kai can sense it.

Sure enough, last night Cang Ji really had been cultivating in front of him all night.

Looks like Mo Kai is also just a coward who’s strong on the outside and weak inside—at first glance he’s unfathomable, but in reality he’s scared shitless.

These Ninth Grade guys nowadays are all too fake.

But Su Yue was also curious why he himself couldn’t sense Cang Ji’s absolute peak aura.

Because his rank is too low?

That’s the only explanation.

The green vine—whatever it was—was already floating in the center of the Spiritual Spring. Su Yue plopped down on it.

The Spiritual Spring of Jing Niao City stretched over more than a hundred meters in radius; it counted as a fairly large spring, and the Spiritual Qi inside was very dense.

...

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