Translator: Cinder Translations
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The great hall was divided into the main hall, left and right side halls, and a back hall, with numerous rooms inside.
The cultivators from the Tang family and the scattered cultivators led by Zhong Liang searched each of the rooms.
Tang Fu and Zhong Liang remained standing in the main hall without moving.
Miaofa, accompanied by three monks, stood not far from Tang Fu, not participating in the search.
After entering the great hall, he had used his spiritual sense to investigate. The entire hall was empty except for the walls and pillars, and there were no treasures to be found.
Miaofa knew nothing about the Blood Cloud Cave; he had followed Tang Fu and Zhong Liang to gain entry.
As for what treasures Tang Fu and the others were searching for deep inside the Blood Cloud Cave, he was unaware.
Fortunately, he simply decided to wait and see, staying close to Tang Fu and Zhong Liang.
A moment later, a cultivator approached Tang Fu.
"Tang Si, have you found anything?"
Tang Si replied, "Reporting to Elder, there are no discoveries."
Tang Fu's expression darkened as he said, "Continue searching."
Another cultivator approached Zhong Liang to report. After hearing the report, Zhong Liang's expression was cold.
He turned to Tang Fu, and they exchanged glances, both shaking their heads.
Neither side had made any discoveries.
Seeing this, Miaofa smiled slightly.
"Gentlemen, it seems you have not found the treasures you seek. Why not be honest and share what you're looking for? Perhaps we can find something together."
Tang Fu turned and glared at Miaofa.
"Miaofa, don't think you can take advantage of us. If it weren't for the prohibition against killing here, I would have long since wiped out you bald donkeys."
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A moment later, Song Wen stepped into the great hall.
He observed the Tang family cultivators and scattered cultivators searching around like headless flies, seemingly finding nothing.
At this moment, Song Wen did not wish to clash with them, so he simply found a corner to stand in, appearing to close his eyes and rest, while in reality, his spiritual sense remained vigilant of his surroundings.
Half an hour later.
The Tang family cultivators and the scattered cultivators had searched the entire great hall multiple times, ultimately finding nothing useful, and finally gave up in frustration.
They gathered in the main hall around Tang Fu and Zhong Liang.
Tang Fu and Zhong Liang were communicating silently, discussing something unknown.
Taking the opportunity, Song Wen entered the left side hall.
The left hall contained numerous rooms—over a hundred—but all were empty; not even a single meditation mat could be found.
Song Wen climbed up a pillar to observe his surroundings from above but found nothing.
Returning to the ground, Song Wen moved into the back hall and then to the right hall, again finding nothing.
From the traces on the stone floor, it was clear that a long time ago, someone had emptied the entire great hall.
When Song Wen returned to the main hall, it was already empty.
Tang Fu and the others had moved outside to the plaza.
Song Wen also exited the great hall and found a spot near it, distancing himself from Tang Fu and the others, and sat down on the ground.
Now, he was trapped here along with Tang Fu and the others.
He could only hope that Tang Fu and the others, who had a better understanding of this place, could unlock the restrictions here so they could leave.
After several hours, Tang Fu and the others could neither find the treasures they sought nor think of a way to escape. Ultimately, their gaze fell upon the thirteen stone statues in the plaza.
Within the entire Blood Cloud Cave, only these thirteen stone statues remained enigmatic.
The red glow emanating from the eyes of the statues consistently gave the impression that they were alive.
Such oddities in the statues caused everyone to instinctively keep their distance.
Since they were trapped here, they could only place their hopes on the stone statues.
Tang Fu glanced at Song Wen and signaled to one of his subordinates.
This subordinate, a tall and strong man in the mid-stage Foundation Establishment, got up and walked toward Song Wen.
"Kid, get up, and prepare to attack the stone statue."
The man approached Song Wen, about ten feet away, and ordered him in a commanding tone.
This person was a body refinement cultivator, over seven feet tall, and his imposing figure created an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Due to the anti-flying restrictions in the plaza, spiritual energy could not be used for flight. At this moment, only a body refinement cultivator could exert their full strength.
This was why Tang Fu chose him to force Song Wen into submission.
As Song Wen stood up, he transformed from his earlier timid demeanor into one of icy resolve.
"Get lost!"
"You brat, are you seeking death!"
The strong man's face showed anger as he clenched his iron fist and swung it down toward Song Wen.
Feeling the chill, Song Wen's eyes flashed with killing intent.
In his left hand, a small shield appeared, which expanded to the size of a basin in the wind.
A phantom of a large snake surged from the shield, its mouth wide open, ready to bite the strong man.
This shield, named the Turtle-Snake Shield, was a mid-grade defensive artifact obtained from Shi Shou.
When Song Wen first received the Turtle-Snake Shield, he was only at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment and couldn't unleash its true power. Since he had many life-saving methods, he had never used this treasure.
After advancing to the mid-stage Foundation Establishment with the Long-Haired Skill, his spiritual energy was sufficient to control the Turtle-Snake Shield, so he refined it for emergencies.
The iron fist smashed into the phantom of the large snake.
As the snake phantom was ethereal, the strong man's attack was greatly diminished, its momentum rapidly declining.
Seizing the opportunity, Song Wen charged forward with his short spear.
When the spear was less than an inch from the strong man's abdomen, it was suddenly grasped tightly by a large iron hand the size of a palm fan.
"Hmph, trying to use underhanded tactics," the strong man said disdainfully in a cold voice.
He swung his head and launched a headbutt with the force of a mountain crashing into Song Wen's face.
At that moment, a large amount of thunder surged from the short spear.
The thunder rushed like a torrent, wildly crashing into the strong man.
The strong man's body was instantly struck by the electric current, causing his body to stiffen.
Taking advantage of this, the short spear broke free from the strong man's grasp and plunged into his abdomen.
The strong man's eyes widened in terror and disbelief.
"Stop!"
Tang Fu, watching from the side, shouted loudly.
The development had occurred too quickly, and without the ability to summon his flying sword to defend, he couldn't save the situation in time.
"You can't kill..."
But how could Song Wen heed his words? The moment he decided to take action, he had no intention of letting the strong man survive.
The thunder coursed through the short spear, invading the strong man's body and instantly shattering his internal organs.
Following that, the strong man's body suddenly exploded into pieces, scattering everywhere.
Thunder-type techniques are renowned for their rapid attacks and their ability to restrain dark and evil entities.
Previously, when Song Wen used thunder-type techniques against opponents whose cultivation levels far surpassed his own, it seemed the thunder law was not particularly strong.
However, when facing a cultivator of equal cultivation level, Song Wen had absorbed the thunder essence from within the Azure Bull, and the thunder techniques he refined finally displayed their true power.
Moreover, taking him by surprise, the strong man had little chance to resist and was easily killed.
(End of the Chapter)
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