Chapter 118: Mysterious!

"Such treasures are rare. Have you thought about what price you'll use to repay your sister?" Smoothing a few strands of hair from her shoulder, Meng Yunxi smiled, a hint of cunning in her seductive eyes.

Seeing this, Yang Tian spread his small hands; he had no choice—Meng Yunxi had already set the price.

"Hehe... I'll choose for you. Give me five bottles of the companion substance, and this treasure is yours." As her narrow eyes shifted, Meng Yunxi beamed.

"Five bottles? You're asking for a king's ransom!" Yang Tian was startled, but his hands moved quickly as he produced five bottles of companion substance, chuckling, "I have some matters to attend to. You can leave now."

Kicked out of the house, Meng Yunxi furrowed her delicate brows, looked at the bottles in her hand, and wondered, "Did I set the price too low?"

Inside the room, Yang Tian examined the mask in his hand and put it on. A surge of blood energy flowed out, and the mask, following Yang Tian's thoughts, transformed into the likeness of another person.

"This is a great treasure for sneaky attacks. That silly woman gave it to me for just five bottles—what a steal..." Looking at the face in the mirror, which was unmistakably Li Hongtao, Yang Tian couldn't help smacking his lips. As long as he didn't encounter a War Emperor, he wouldn't be discovered.

"If the Yin-Yang Sect gets hunted by the Li family, that should be interesting, right?" Stroking his chin, a sly grin flickered in Yang Tian's eyes. This treasure only required blood energy to sustain, with no time limit.

In Yang Tian's palm lay an ancient map. The entire Ten Thousand Mountains, except for the central region, was meticulously drawn on it, extremely detailed—something not even available in the entire Demon Suppression City.

There were about eight days left until the War King's Cave Mansion opened. According to Meng Yunxi, the outer perimeter of the cave mansion was filled with spatial rifts. For those with high cultivation to enter would be suicide; the most suitable were precisely martial artists.

"This opening of the War King's Cave Mansion is also a great opportunity." Yang Tian licked the corner of his mouth, a ferocious sneer flashing in his eyes. Some debts would eventually be repaid.

"I wonder if Yun'er and the others will come. If not, it'll be less lively." Yang Tian tidied up inside for a while, then strapped the broken sword on his back. A heavy force pressed down on him; he grinned, popped a Star Pill into his mouth, and walked out the door.

This training method, which Yang Tian had figured out, greatly accelerated the absorption of medicinal power and was extremely beneficial for the body. Yang Tian had a vast number of Star Pills; this consumption was a drop in the bucket for him.

Leaving the auction house, Yang Tian wandered through the city. When he spotted a clothing store, he went in, bought several sets of clothes, and then dashed toward the city gate.

He tossed out the token Meng Yunxi had given him, and under the respectful gaze of the guards, swaggered out of the city...

The outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains were bustling. Many young people had come seeking opportunities. The opening of the War King's Cave Mansion had attracted many, including some ancient aristocratic families.

Such a solitary powerhouse, from a distant era, was far beyond the War Kings of today.

A lush forest sea, swept by a gentle breeze, stirred up layers of waves. The rustling sounds were endless. In this harmonious forest, occasionally a few birds soared across the sky.

But this harmony didn't last long before it was broken by hurried footsteps. A disheveled figure ran from afar, clothes tattered and torn.

Zooming in, a youth of about seventeen or eighteen, wearing the robes of the Yin-Yang Union Sect, had dozens of bloody holes on his body, still bleeding.

The youth ran for a long time. When he sensed no one behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground. But this state didn't last long before fear appeared on his face.

In front of him stood a youth in purple robes, holding a small cauldron, his expression extremely cold. His sinister gaze fixed on the youth on the ground.

"Li Hongtao, our Yin-Yang Sect has no grievances with you. What benefit is there in killing me?" The pale-faced youth stared at Li Hongtao, panicking.

Today, their group of three had been caught by Li Hongtao. He had killed two companions outright, and he had barely escaped, only to be caught again.

"I do as I please. What's it to you?" Li Hongtao sneered coldly, his icy gaze sweeping over him. Then the Qiankun Cauldron shot out, and under the youth's terrified eyes, smashed into his chest.

"Ah!" Blood splattered, and a miserable scream exploded. A bowl-sized hole in his chest gushed blood.

"Remember, next life don't join the Union Sect. Since Wang Long dared to take my woman, I'll kill every disciple of your Union Sect I see. Who would suspect me?" Glancing at the youth at his feet, Li Hongtao sneered coldly and vanished instantly.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the dead youth suddenly opened his eyes. A venomous gaze swept around. Seeing the nearly fatal wound on his chest, he screamed hoarsely, "Li Hongtao, I won't let you off. Just you wait."

The youth took a pill. When his injury improved a bit, he didn't linger and left unsteadily.

Just after he left, a figure in purple robes appeared where the youth had been. The face instantly changed—it was Yang Tian, who had already killed several disciples.

"Time to switch targets. If I keep this up, they'll get suspicious." Yang Tian stroked his chin, a sly grin flickering in his eyes. His face instantly transformed into Wang Long's likeness.

A furnace appeared—a replica of the Yin-Yang Unity Divine Furnace. Yang Tian touched its body, changed his robes to match, and, disguised as Wang Long, set out to find his next target.

There were many such replicas in the Union Sect, so Yang Tian wasn't afraid of exposing his identity.

The news of the War King's Cave Mansion opening had spread throughout the Eastern Continent. Many young people had come, including some with terrifying strength.

With one day left until the cave mansion opened, a fierce battle erupted. The ancient Li family and the Yin-Yang Sect clashed fiercely. The younger generation fought in a melee, with many casualties. The two families seemed to have torn off all pretense, but the higher-ups didn't intervene, which was strangely suspicious.

And today, an even more explosive piece of news swept across half the Eastern Continent overnight, leaving countless people dumbfounded—some even cursed.

The old holy maiden of the Ancient Sacred Land was having an affair with her nephew. A woman in her fifties was involved with a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy. Amid this storm, many expressed disbelief.

But shortly after this news spread, the old holy maiden of the Ancient Sacred Land came out of seclusion and directly declared she would kill Yang Tian and tear him to pieces.

Soon after Gu Lingyun's statement, it spread across half the Eastern Continent. Yang Tian's name became widely known. Gu Mo had indeed gone missing in the Ten Thousand Mountains, and some even speculated that Yang Tian had gotten hold of Gu Lingyun's leverage.

Gu Lingyun's denial only made more people believe it. Her affair became a topic of gossip over meals, with everyone discussing it. Some descendants of solitary powerhouses even put out word that they would pay a high price for information about Gu Lingyun and Gu Mo's affair.

This news spread like a storm, enraging the entire Ancient Sacred Land. But the news had already spread and couldn't be suppressed. Those who spread the words had vanished without a trace.

The one stirring up all this commotion was now hunting people. Since arriving at the Ten Thousand Mountains, Yang Tian hadn't rested, constantly provoking conflicts. He even captured several core disciples and locked them in the Golden Crow Divine Furnace.

Inside the Golden Crow Divine Furnace, three men and two women were suffering in agony. The once beautiful women were nearly roasted into hags, their hair completely singed off.

"If only I had a holy maiden locked in here, that would be perfect." Looking at the people inside, Yang Tian scratched his head. If he imprisoned a holy maiden, it would surely cause a storm.

"That's enough. Doing too much would be bad. If I attract the attention of some old monster, I'll be in trouble again." Yang Tian changed his face to that of a stranger—very ordinary, impossible to pick out in a crowd.

Yang Tian took out the map, glanced at it, then flickered and headed forward.

Luoyun Stream was the location of the War King's Cave Mansion, a forbidden area on the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains. It was a gathering place for third-tier beasts, and usually no one dared to enter.

Recently, the War King's Cave Mansion had suddenly opened, and the beasts inside and out had been cleared. A sea of people stretched endlessly.

At the front of the crowd was a huge spatial corridor. The surrounding space was trembling violently, with many spatial cracks. Inside, a few skeletons could be seen.

Around the spatial cracks, an area of several thousand zhang was declared forbidden. Entering meant certain death. Many who didn't believe were no longer among the living.

The scene was very lively. On the surrounding mountain peaks were gathering places for major powers. Several youths with terrifying auras constantly scanned the War King's Cave Mansion.

An ordinary youth arrived here, not attracting the attention of those who cared. Just as Yang Tian approached the cave mansion, the Ancestral Dragon Ring, which had been motionless in his sea of consciousness, suddenly trembled!

"What's going on?" Sensing the ring's vibration, Yang Tian's heart tightened. His gaze quickly swept around, then focused entirely on the entrance of the cave mansion.

"Is there something inside attracting them?" Sensing the guidance from the Ancestral Dragon Ring, a gleam of fervor flashed in Yang Tian's eyes. He licked his dry lips.

In a strange space, there was a vast cave, gloomy and eerie. A massive formation was rotating. Inside the formation sat a man of about thirty, cross-legged.

His form was ethereal, his aura very weak. He had thick eyebrows and large eyes, with a resolute expression. Occasionally, a faint wisp of black energy seeped from his body, absorbed by the formation.

At that moment, his tightly shut eyes suddenly opened. His weary gaze shifted, as if sealed for countless ages. A hint of surprise appeared on his face.