Qin Wang sped along the path while making Situ Yunfei open his storage bag and take out all its contents.
"My heavens!"
"Situ Yunfei truly deserves to be the ancestor of a great family! What wealth!"
Qin Wang couldn't help but widen his eyes at the sight of the contents of Situ Yunfei's storage bag. He realized that his previous self was like a frog at the bottom of a well—utterly poor!
As a Golden Core stage cultivator, Situ Yunfei's storage bag was five times larger than Qin Wang's current one. The spirit stones alone filled the bag, with at least over a hundred thousand pieces! There were forty to fifty bottles of pills, all for Golden Core stage cultivators! There was even a blade-shaped magic treasure, more than a dozen magical tools for Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, and a heap of spiritual herbs and materials!
Qin Wang didn't have time to examine everything carefully. With excitement, he and Zhang Fujiang continued to hurry forward.
"Master, that red bird is still flying in the sky!"
At this moment, Zhang Fujiang approached Qin Wang respectfully.
"No matter, tomorrow is their death day!"
Qin Wang glanced at the sky behind them, a glint of killing intent in his eyes.
Tomorrow morning would be the moment when the mutated Earth Dragon King's spirit was fully restored, the perfect time to ambush Chu Ping!
Meanwhile, a hundred miles from Qin Wang, Chu Ping, the Eighteenth Prince of Tianchu, clad in a fine black robe, sped forward. On either side of him were eight powerful cultivators, seven men and one woman, all at least at the eleventh level of Qi Refinement!
At that moment, a red bird quickly flew in from afar, landing on a middle-aged man in a blue robe. The man caught the bird, closed his eyes momentarily, then opened them and respectfully reported to Chu Ping, "Young Master, that person is fleeing southeast, a hundred miles from us!"
"Excellent!"
"According to my information, there's a spiritual array disk in the stone chamber within that mountain. This array disk is from the Wanling Holy Land and is of utmost importance. We must obtain it!"
"Leave markers for the others to follow and speed up our pursuit!"
Chu Ping commanded, looking at the distant mountains.
"Yes, Young Master!"
Chu Zhang and the others responded respectfully.
Three hundred miles from Baishi Lake, in a dense forest covered with thick layers of decaying leaves, emitting a musty smell.
Qin Wang stood under a large tree, walking forward. He suddenly felt a shift in the light curtain, and the dense forest disappeared, replaced by a vast grassland!
"This is the power of the Yin-Yang Illusion Formation?"
Qin Wang marveled at the sight of the grassland, finding it miraculous.
Although it was a forest, the array disk transformed it into a grassland!
If the Eighteenth Prince Chu Ping barged in unprepared and was then ambushed by Mu Hun'er, the Earth Dragon King, Situ Yunfei, and Zhang Fujiang, Chu Ping wouldn't escape death!
"In the future, I need to buy more array disks for illusion formations and killing formations for support."
Qin Wang thought of the over a hundred thousand spirit stones from Situ Yunfei's storage bag, enough to buy several array disks. After all, sharpening the axe does not delay the woodcutter's work!
More illusion formations would provide more cards up his sleeve when facing danger.
"Master, I have two array disks in my storage bag that can be set up."
At this moment, Situ Yunfei's soul approached Qin Wang and suggested.
"You have array disks in your storage bag too?"
Qin Wang was taken aback. He had only noticed the spirit stones earlier and hadn't checked everything else.
Thinking about it, as a Golden Core stage cultivator, Situ Yunfei's arrays would be far superior to a simple Yin-Yang Illusion Formation.
"Yes, a Four Symbols Slaughter Formation and a Thunder Sound Formation, both with array disks and flags, capable of killing Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. Just place the spirit stones, and they can be used. After advancing to Golden Core, I didn't use them, and they were left in a corner of the storage bag."
Situ Yunfei explained respectfully.
These formations were his trump cards during his Foundation Establishment stage.
After advancing to Golden Core, he no longer needed them and left them to accumulate in his storage bag.
"Great, let me see!"
Qin Wang's heart stirred.
If he could set up these two formations, it would be even more certain to kill Chu Ping.
Qin Wang's spiritual sense probed into the storage bag, quickly finding the Four Symbols Slaughter Formation and the Thunder Sound Formation disks and flags.
Four Symbols Slaughter Formation: Made with the souls of third-rank Crimson Blood Python, Fire Sparrow, Black Tortoise, and Wind Splitting Tiger, triggered by a large number of spirit stones. Once activated, intruders will face the four beast souls, draining their mana until death!
Thunder Sound Formation: Formed with a Thunder Sound disk and thirty-six Thunder Sound flags. Once set up, it unleashes thunderous sounds, causing dizziness or even death by sound!
"Zhang Fujiang, work with Situ Yunfei to set up these two formations!"
"We're targeting Chu Ping, the Eighteenth Prince of Tianchu. We must be flawless and kill him in one strike. If we fail, we're doomed!"
Qin Wang instructed Zhang Fujiang solemnly.
Zhang Fujiang, having some knowledge of arrays, was the best choice to work with Situ Yunfei.
"Rest assured, Master!"
Zhang Fujiang nodded, following Situ Yunfei to set up the Four Symbols Slaughter Formation and the Thunder Sound Formation.
He understood that his life was tied to his master's survival.
After making all the arrangements, Qin Wang sat cross-legged in front of the formations, pretending to restore his mana.
In reality, behind him were the Yin-Yang Illusion Formation, Four Symbols Slaughter Formation, Thunder Sound Formation, Situ Yunfei, Mu Hun'er, the mutated Earth Dragon King, and most importantly, Wu Su's soul, which was attached to the Millennium Soul-Nourishing Wood, quietly waiting for Chu Ping's arrival.
The next morning, Qin Wang sat on a large rock outside the forest, covered in tiny dew drops.
The dense forest behind him bathed in the morning sun, teeming with life.
At that moment, a red bird flew in from afar, circling above Qin Wang's head before flying away.
"They've arrived?"
Qin Wang looked at the bird, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.
This bird had been following him for days.
Thirty miles from the forest where Qin Wang was, Chu Ping, dressed in black, led eight cultivators towards the forest.
Before long, they appeared five miles from where Qin Wang sat, seeing him cultivating on the rock. Chu Ping squinted and asked, "Chu Zhang, is that the person?"
"Young Master, it's him!"
Chu Zhang nodded.