Transmigration To Magus World-Chapter 86: Lethal Intent in the Desolate Temple

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Lethal Intent in the Desolate Temple

Galloping wildly on horseback, the autumn wind roars, swords and blades clanging—a journey of killing.

Thirty li of road, nine swift horses cover it in the time of one stick of incense.

Another ten li ahead lies Cloudshadow Village outside the city. The nine riders rein in their horses, but by the roadside, a man is already waiting.

Dressed in a traveler’s garb with wrapped legs and cloth shoes, he appears competent and capable. He quickly steps forward, kneels on one knee, and reports:

"Nine Senior Brothers, that Ryven seems to still be recovering from his injuries. Senior Brother Guts dares not act rashly, but this is a rare opportunity. I implore the nine of you to act swiftly."

With these words, the man retreats.

Blood Butcher Martin laughs heartily, "I thought that He fellow had extraordinary strength. Yet after being poisoned by my Blood Fiend Toxin, he still pretends to be unscathed. It seems he’s merely forcing himself to hold out. Let’s move!"

As Martin speaks, he charges forward.

Aizen feels a twinge of doubt in his heart. It seems these eight have many secrets they are hiding from him.

Not to mention what that He fellow might be carrying to so intrigue these eight, even this Senior Brother Guts... Aizen isn’t clear on who he is either.

Among the disciples of the Seven Sword Clan who arrived this time, there’s one named Wade, a disciple of the Ethereal Heights Sword Clan .

If it really is that Wade, then this matter becomes rather interesting.

Trager is a spy planted in the Heavenly Demon Clan by the Seven Sword Clan, while Wade is a spy planted in the Chongtian Sword Sect by the Heavenly Demon Clan...

Could there be other spies among the nine of them as well?

Seeing the others riding off,Aizen’s heart stirs slightly. He looks at Gene and says with a hint of suggestion, "Charging forward like this, aren’t we alarming the snake in the grass?"

Nine horses galloping together make the ground tremble, their hoofbeats audible from far away. Let alone an expert like He Yunliu, even ordinary people could hear them coming from a distance.

"Junior Brother Aizen, don’t worry. With Wade holding off Ryven, that He fellow won’t escape. Surely, you understand this."

Gene chuckles and rides off as well.

"So, it really is Wade."

A gleam flashes in Aizen’s eyes as he whips his horse and follows.

Could Wade actually be so capable? Managing to stay by Ryven’s side all this time without being discovered?

Ten li takes less than half a stick of incense to cover.

Cloudshadow Village has only a hundred or so households, but Ryven hasn’t hidden in the village. Instead, he has concealed himself in a desolate temple on a low hill outside the village.

The nine of them dismount at the base of the hill and ascend on foot. Along the way, their agility and movement techniques are revealed.

Martin rushes forward like a tiger riding the wind—fast and ferocious. His technique seems to be the Clan’s mid-tier movement art, Tiger Step Wind Walk .

The other seven also have their unique styles, but the most distinct is Gideon.

His movement technique doesn’t appear extraordinary—it’s the most basic, fundamental method. However, as he moves, he gives the illusion of a sharp sword flying straight through the air—swift, fierce, and direct.

It’s clear that he has cultivated the foundational technique to the second realm or higher, blending it seamlessly with his own innovations. He seems to treat himself as a sword, his every movement embodying a blade’s path.

His obsession with swordsmanship and his insight into martial arts are truly awe-inspiring—a genuine prodigy.

Aizen uses the Skylark Soaring Technique to keep up with the others, placing himself in the mid-range of the group in terms of speed.

But this isn’t conclusive. He hasn’t exerted his full strength, nor is it clear how much effort the others are using.

Halfway up the mountain stands a desolate temple, its courtyard walls broken and half-collapsed, overgrown with weeds—a perfect place for murder and corpse disposal.

Before the nine can approach, a figure flashes out from the dense trees nearby.

Startled, they see a man in brocade robes, handsome and upright, exuding a noble air of righteousness.

At this moment, however, the person appears somewhat disheveled. A palm print is visible on his left chest, where his brocade robe is torn, revealing a heart-protecting mirror beneath.

The mirror itself shows a noticeable dent, clearly the result of a powerful palm strike. Without the mirror, he would likely have been struck dead. Even so, his complexion is somewhat pale, indicating he has sustained injuries.

"Junior Brother Simon."

Seeing who it is, Alester smiles faintly, and the others visibly relax.

"Where is Ryven?"

Simon glances at Wade and frowns, looking toward the desolate temple.

Through the collapsed courtyard, the temple door is wide open, but from this vantage point, it’s impossible to tell if there is anyone inside.

"He’s inside the temple," Wade said bitterly, his face still exuding a righteous aura.

"Are you certain? Are there any secret passages or exits in the temple? If Ryven escapes, humph..."

Simon’s brows furrow menacingly.

"Hah! How dare I deceive Senior Brother Simon? That He fellow is now like a turtle in a jar, cowering inside. If not for some nasty tricks he still has up his sleeve, I’d have finished him off by now," Wade began with a smile, but by the end, his tone was filled with bitterness and resentment.

Judging by the dust and tears on his clothes, it’s not hard to imagine how much he had suffered earlier.

"Didn’t I tell you not to act alone? Showing off without the ability to back it up? Do you think you can handle someone like Ryven by yourself?"

Jack, known as the "Monument-Splitting Hand", stepped forward a few paces, scrutinizing the desolate temple from the courtyard gate. He cast a cold glance at Wade.

Wade snorted coldly, sneering, "You think you’d dare face him alone? I wanted to wait for all of you, but that guy sensed something was off early on and likely suspected me. This palm strike on my chest was his doing. If I weren’t lucky... And then the bastard conveniently fled into the temple while poisoned, ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"Even poisoned, you could have used the opportunity to finish him off. It seems he’s carrying quite a few ingenious tricks up his sleeve. No wonder you ended up in such a sorry state," Abraham, known as the "Heartbreaking Thorn", asked darkly, stepping swiftly to the courtyard gate to stand alongside Jack, his gaze wary as he peered into the temple.

"Enough chatter. Let’s storm in together now. If we give that He fellow any more time, he’ll recover from the poison, and it’ll only get harder to deal with him."

Martin had already drawn the long knife from his waist, his face murderous as he stepped into the courtyard.

Abraham, Jack, and the others followed slowly into the courtyard, approaching the temple door step by step.

The others spread out, forming an encirclement. Aizen eyes gleamed subtly as his Black Fiend Gloves hardened under his internal energy, remaining vigilant. He maintained a careful distance from the others—not too close, yet not too far.

The group of ten moved with deliberate spacing.

This was not only to guard against any large-scale hidden weapons He Yunliu might unleash but also because they harbored mutual suspicion.

Although this was a temporary cooperative mission, everyone understood that they might turn on each other at any moment. Each was a teammate yet also a potential enemy.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha... The Heavenly Demon Clan has truly declined over the generations. I, Ryven, am currently poisoned, and yet you’ve brought such a grand lineup and still act so cautiously. What a bunch of gutless rats!"

As they neared within five 15 meters of the desolate temple’s entrance, a sudden mocking laughter erupted from inside the temple, arrogant and laced with murderous intent.

Just as the voice fell, a "swish" sounded as a burst of black shadows shot out from the temple’s drafty window at astonishing speed.