Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 750 - 346 Twelve Golden Immortals_1

Chapter 750: Chapter 346 Twelve Golden Immortals_1

The content on the paper shockingly revealed that thirty Heavenly Immortals were missing, presumed to have been killed. Thus, they requested the Immortal Luotian to take charge.

Hearing this, Luotian Venerable replied with some impatience, "Twelve Golden Immortals, proceed to investigate. No matter who it is, daring to cause trouble at this time will be executed without delay!"

The next moment, twelve streaks of golden light shot out from the planet into the starry sky.

Among the twelve were eleven men and one woman, all clad in golden armor. Compared to the unkempt Heavenly Immortals, they were like Heavenly Gods descending to earth.

In fact, that was indeed the case. Golden Immortals were regarded as citizens here, and their authority was seen by the Heavenly Immortals as akin to that of Heavenly Gods; no one dared to provoke them, nor even dare to look up at them!

"You, come here!" a chubby Golden Immortal commanded, pointing at a disheveled Taoist.

The Taoist immediately came forward, cautiously asking, "My lord, what are your orders?"

The chubby one asked, "I heard that thirty Heavenly Immortals have gone missing nearby? Do you know any of them?"

The disheveled Taoist quickly replied, "Yes, Sanhe Monk and Qiangu Daoist, I know both of them. But they disappeared just eight hours ago, and I don’t know where they went."

The chubby one nodded, "Do you have any more information to offer? If your information is accurate, you’ll be rewarded."

Upon hearing this, the disheveled Taoist’s eyes darted around as he hastily racked his brain for everything possibly related to this matter. Just then, he slapped his forehead and said, "My lord, I’ve remembered something!"

"Oh? What is it?" asked the chubby one.

The disheveled Taoist pointed in a direction, "Before Sanhe Monk was about to leave, Qiangu Daoist shouted out, and I curiously looked back. Sanhe said something very odd, he said, ’You fuddy-duddy, if you like someone just say it early, come with me; let’s find a secluded place.’"

At that time, I found it disgusting and didn’t pay much attention.

But thinking about it now, his practice is Huanxi Zen, and it’s not meant for delight with men.

The words he spoke at that time were likely intentional for us to hear, clearly hiding something, afraid that we would discover it.

Qiangu Daoist likely discovered his secret, which is why he followed him. After persuading us away, the two might have gone to divide the loot."

The chubby one nodded, "There’s some sense in that. Anything else?"

The disheveled Taoist added, "I have a bold guess that either Sanhe killed Qiangu Daoist, fearing your pursuit and fled. But then more Daoist friends went missing, which doesn’t add up. Although Sanhe Monk has some skill, if he were to hunt us down, it wouldn’t be without any noise. There’s definitely something strange going on... I guess, there might be another powerful being hunting us refugees. Sanhe Monk may just be an accomplice!"

The chubby one squinted his eyes and said, "All three Overlords are here, who would dare to challenge the majesty of the Overlords?"

The disheveled Taoist replied, "My lord, if I dare make such a bold guess, let’s dare to guess even bigger! People here may not dare, but it doesn’t mean people from outside won’t dare!"

The chubby one sneered, "Nonsense!"

It was at this moment that the woman spoke faintly, "It may not be nonsense. That planet came from outside. If someone followed it, it wouldn’t be strange. Seems like... we’re in for some fun."

"Twelve makes a good point," said a lean, thin man.

The chubby one nodded, "Then let’s treat it as so."

The disheveled Taoist eagerly said, "I saw them heading in that direction. My lords, do you need a guide?"

After patting the disheveled Taoist, the chubby one first showed a smile, "I’m starting to like you. Lead the way, if it is indeed an outsider, you can live in my palace in the future."

Upon hearing this, the disheveled Taoist’s eyes lit up instantly, and he said excitedly, "Thank you, my lord, thank you. I will lead the way for you all."

The sloppy Daoist ran forward anxiously.

The corners of the twelve golden-armored Golden Immortals’ mouths curved upwards slightly, a touch of disdain in their eyes.

"I knew it, trouble was bound to happen sooner or later," Fat Cat yawned as it faced the twelve unrestrained auras rushing towards them.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace asked, "Aren’t you all Golden Immortals? You should be able to handle this, right?"

Rolling its eyes, Fat Cat retorted, "Do you really think all Golden Immortals are mud? I can only confuse them temporarily, not indefinitely. If we get found out, we better run; twelve guys, that’s not easy to deal with."

The Eight Trigrams Furnace nodded, "That’s fine."

Hearing this, Chongba sighed silently, a hint of desolation on his face.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace said, "Chongba, you don’t need to be like this."

Chongba replied, "I’ve realized I’m basically no help at all, sigh..."

Comforting him, the Eight Trigrams Furnace said, "Don’t say that, at least your turtle shell soup is pretty tasty."

Chongba: "#@￥#@..."

The Eight Trigrams Furnace reassured, "Don’t worry, it’s fine. They are only Golden Immortals, they can’t break through my defenses. Even if those Overlords came, as long as I stand here and don’t want to open up, they can’t do anything to you guys."

Chongba asked, "What if they attack your mind and soul?"

The Eight Trigrams Furnace fell silent instantly...

When it came to bodily toughness, the Eight Trigrams Furnace believed that not even a nature spirit treasure could shatter him.

But regarding the soul... truly, the Eight Trigrams Furnace had little confidence.

After all, when the Old Master made the Eight Trigrams Furnace, he hadn’t considered giving it a soul; he just wanted a powerful Furnace capable of refining pills and magic treasures. Thus, while its body was incredibly sturdy, its soul defense was actually quite lacking.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace insisted, "Don’t worry. Without a mind and soul, I’ll just shut myself down, and they still won’t be able to open me."

Although the Eight Trigrams Furnace sounded nonchalant, Fat Cat and Chongba couldn’t help feeling uncomfortable...

Chongba, head hung low and silent, took out a blood-red pill from his bosom, marked with the pattern of a dragon, eyes flickering indecisively, recalling the last words his heartless father said before leaving: "My child cannot possibly be a strange creature. Come find me when you become a True Dragon. Keep this Dragon Soul Pill safe; if you feel you can be a dragon, then swallow it. It will tell you whether you are truly a dragon or not. Either you’ll soar to the heavens, transforming from carp to dragon, or you’ll vanish into nothingness, never to meet again. The choice is yours."

Just then, Fat Cat exclaimed, "There are too many people; I’m losing control."

"Something’s not right here!" A dry, skeletal-like old man suddenly focused on the direction of the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Seeing this, Fat Cat shouted, "Run!"

Almost simultaneously, the Eight Trigrams Furnace had already bolted!

Having followed Qin Shou for so long, he might not be good at much else, but when it came to running and decisiveness, he was second to none.

Indeed, almost at the moment they started to run, the withered old man pulled out a silver eyeball and shone it their way, making Fat Cat grunt in pain.

Then, the Eight Trigrams Furnace appeared in the void.