Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 138 - 138 Yu Family Private Cellar_1

138: Yu Family Private Cellar_1 138: Yu Family Private Cellar_1 Li Yue’s reaction was swift, too.

She conjured a small red umbrella, held it above her head, and let down a red light curtain that shrouded her, all while summoning a red flying dagger to slash towards the gigantic fireball.

A turquoise tornado struck the golden shield, emitting a dull thump, and the golden shield wobbled ceaselessly.

The red flying dagger cleaved the gigantic fireball in two, turning it into a rolling inferno that engulfed Li Yue’s figure.

Even through the red light curtain, Li Yue could feel an astonishing heat.

A piercing sound broke the silence as a golden spear, about three meters long, shot out from the flames and hit the red light curtain, which shattered like paper in an instant.

The golden spear pierced through Li Yue’s abdomen, blood pouring out.

She screamed in agony, but the wound was not fatal.

A golden net fell from the sky, ensnaring Li Yue.

The young man in the golden shirt paled, hastily conjuring a Firebird Talisman.

It transformed into a Red Fire Firebird and swooped towards Shen Long.

Shen Long raised his right hand, and a turquoise wind wall flashed into existence, standing before him.

The Red Fire Firebird crashed into the turquoise wind wall, a loud bang erupted, and rolling flames overwhelmed the wind wall.

Seizing this opportunity, the young man in the golden shirt rushed to the golden Flying Boat, cast a spell, and suddenly the Flying Boat radiated brilliant golden light as it flew off into the distance.

After the golden Flying Boat had flown five hundred meters, a sharp shriek sounded.

The young man in the golden shirt felt as if he had been hit by a blunt club, dazed and disoriented.

Before he could recover, a golden spear shot toward him.

He hastily directed his golden shield to meet it.

The golden spear struck the golden shield, resulting in a dull thump.

A colossal fireball fell from the sky, crashing onto the young man in the golden shirt.

Rolling flames immediately engulfed him, followed by a series of “whizzing” sounds as a volley of golden arrows buried themselves in the flames, eliciting a man’s anguished cry.

The young man in the golden shirt plummeted from the sky, his limbs skewered by the thick barrage of golden arrows, bleeding profusely.

He understood that this was intentional; the enemy wanted a live captive.

“Are you from the Hundred Ghosts Sect?

No, the Insect Repelling Technique, this doesn’t seem like the method of the Hundred Ghosts Sect.

Are you from the Spirit Control Sect?”

The young man in the golden shirt voiced his suspicion.

He crashed heavily onto the ground, feeling as if his body was falling apart.

He spat out a large mouthful of Essence Blood, his complexion paling.

Shen Long descended from the sky, sporting a pair of turquoise wings on his back—this was the Sky-Flying Technique.

“Confess your true identities.”

Shen Long demanded, taking out the Soul Refining Bowl.

He activated the Soul Refining Bowl, and the temperature within a hundred meters plummeted, as if plunging into an ice cellar.

The young man in the golden shirt couldn’t help but shiver from the cold.

“Hmph, it’s death for me either way, just do it!”

The young man in the golden shirt declared resolutely.

“Dying is easy, but I have ways to make you neither live nor die.

Since I’ve had my eye on you, your identity has long been exposed.

Come clean, and I might let you die a quick death.”

Shen Long said, as the Soul Refining Bowl emitted a blinding black light.

The young man in the golden shirt shivered and hesitated briefly before speaking, “We are disciples of the Xuanyang Sect here to travel.

That’s all I know.”

“Drink the toast or drink the forfeit!”

Shen Long snorted coldly, raising his right hand and releasing a titanic Wind Blade that severed the young man in the golden shirt’s right arm, the blood flowing ceaselessly.

“Will you speak, or not?

If you don’t, do you think your companion won’t either?

Next time, it won’t just be an arm that I take.”

Shen Long stated coldly.

Showing mercy to an enemy was cruelty to oneself.

Li Yue was a potential enemy of Shen Long, and he would not be soft-hearted.

“I was ordered to enter Zhao Country to gather information.

I haven’t received any specific tasks and was lying low.

Hearing that a second-order Flood Dragon appeared around Black Python Lake, Junior Sister Li and I came to have a look.”

The young man in the golden shirt continued.

“Junior Sister Li?

Is she the female cultivator?”

Shen Long asked.

“Yes!

That’s all I know.

Please give me a swift end!”

The young man in the golden shirt pleaded.

Shen Long pinched a spell, and more than ten thick Green Vines burst from the ground, entwining the young man in the golden shirt’s body.

He unleashed the Gold-Winged Windroc and commanded, “Watch him.

Don’t let him escape.”

He flew back the way he came and landed next to Li Yue.

“Fellow Daoist, spare my life, please spare my life.”

Li Yue began to beg for mercy, failing to recognize Shen Long and thinking her cover had been blown.

“He has already confessed, now it’s your turn.

Your origin, name, mission—you may lie, but if it does not match up with his statement, you’ll understand what it means to neither live nor die.”

Shen Long’s tone was indifferent.

Li Yue shivered and spoke truthfully.

She and the young man in the golden shirt were ordered to infiltrate Zhao Country and collect intelligence, lying low without having received any tasks.

Given the distance between them, the chance of their confessions colluding was very low.

Shen Long asked several questions, and Li Yue answered them truthfully.

“Fellow Daoist, do not kill me.

Spare my life and I can serve you, provide intelligence.

Don’t kill me.”

Li Yue begged for mercy.

Shen Long’s expression grew cold, and he raised his right hand, sending a turquoise Wind Blade flying out, severing Li Yue’s head.

A loud rumble echoed from afar.

He frowned, hurried back, and found the young man in the golden shirt lying on the ground, his head smashed, with some blood on the right claw of the Gold-Winged Windroc.

Shen Long looted the belongings from their bodies, cast out two fireballs to burn the corpses, collected up the Spirit Birds and Spirit Insects, and departed with his artifacts.

Back at the Profound Yin Marketplace, Shen Long returned to Qingtang Courtyard.

He took out a blue Messaging Plate, imprinted a spell, and Liu Yuruo’s voice sounded, “Senior Yu, what are your orders?”

“Where’s Liu Shi?

Where did he go?”