Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 398 - 340: Tu Xingsun’s Nightmare

Zhaodong City, Han Yu gazes towards the east.

The commotion just now was immense, even in the city dozens of miles away, people could see the lightning repeatedly striking the eastern sky.

"Never thought even a neutral Sect like the Celestial Secret Tower wouldn’t be peaceful."

Han Yu grimaces and shakes his head with a sigh.

"In a scuffle, isn’t it always default to pick on the neutrals first?"

The Artifact Spirit pursed its lips.

Neutrality is the most thankless position; both sides fear you’ll turn against them at any time, who else would they pick to target?

"A fortune-telling Sect, not even they can catch a break?"

Han Yu thinks, this world really doesn’t give people a way to survive! Even fortune-tellers face calamities at home.

What a sin!

The Artifact Spirit clicked its tongue repeatedly, it doesn’t find anything wrong with the situation, it’s part of being a Cultivator to endure such an environment.

Moreover...

"With such a peculiar Sect, I doubt they’re just simple fortune-tellers."

As the man and spirit lamented, Han Yu suddenly felt his forehead twitch.

"Something’s there!"

"Something’s there!"

The Artifact Spirit sensed the fluctuation from Divine Techniques.

While Han Yu sensed something approaching beneath the soil.

Underground, Tu Xingsun could feel he was reaching his limit.

Not the limit of Divine Techniques, but the limit of his stomach.

He can’t eat anymore!

God bless him; ever since he charged into the soil, using Earth Escape all the way, his mouth hasn’t stopped moving.

If not for the strong survival instinct supporting him, he might not even bother moving once he entered the earth.

"Mmm, mmm..."

Every time he thinks of his extreme soil-loving obsession, a wave of sorrow hits him.

Since his trip to Qingzhou, though he managed to snatch back his life from Han Yu, his lifetime luck seemed to have entirely run out at that moment.

Everything he does is met with utter bad luck; without the other three members of the Four Gentlemen of the Evil Path, he’s been extremely unsatisfied since their group disbanded, brought to the point where he’s almost beaten like a rat crossing the street.

Young Cultivators avoid him, peers in the same Realm despise him.

Small Sects hide from him, larger Sects don’t care for him.

He thought he finally picked the right person to follow, only to encounter betrayal.

He feels it’s all Han Yu’s fault; if it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t have lost his best capability. Without Earth Escape, he no longer dares to be as flamboyant as before.

"Damn thing, don’t let me catch you in the future..."

He murmured resentfully with a mouthful of dirt, then swallowed the soil fiercely, suddenly, his escape speed stopped abruptly, and Tu Xingsun stood stunned. His face changed as the surrounding soil seemed to come alive, continuously squeezing upwards.

He tried desperately to suppress it, but the Divine Techniques were ineffective as if a clay ox had sunk into the sea, with no response.

Suddenly, a breath of fresh air flooded into his nostrils, his head first breached the surface, before he could react in shock, a figure was already squatting down beside him.

A face so familiar it makes one’s heart tremble appeared before him, both stared silently at each other...

A quarter of an hour later, Tu Xingsun was hung upside down in despair from a big tree, his damning soil-loving habit made him constantly reach his tongue out to lick the ground within reach.

Han Yu stood beside him, his expression strange.

So, this fool served as a pawn, nearly died at Celestial Secret Tower.

"Who told you to bring the monster to Celestial Secret Tower?"

From Tu Xingsun’s description, Han Yu was ten percent sure he could determine what that thing was.

But, he had killed this thing once himself, once in Nanling City, and then once again at Nanli Sword Studio.

Where are all these Divine Technique monsters coming from?

Could there possibly be someone controlling one, releasing them endlessly?

Who the heck has eaten their fill and decided to create trouble!

"It was Master Black Robe."

Tu Xingsun kept drawing back his tongue, stubbornly battling it, the ground underneath his head was nearly licked into a pit by him.

"Mmm mmm... I beg you, even if you hang me, can you hang me higher?"

Han Yu paid him no mind; he was too taken aback by the person Tu Xingsun mentioned.

Master Black Robe, could he be the fallen one from the Corpse Refining Lineage’s black robe?

That’s it, with the Divine Technique monsters of the Corpse Refining Lineage and calling himself Black Robe, it can only be him.

This guy, after being beaten half to death by me the first time, never showed his face again.

Moreover, among the group from Yellow Springs Mansion, he had the lowest strength, but because of that, he was lucky enough not to follow Ox Head and Horse Face into death.

Can an old fellow in the Divine Gaze Realm really control something as extreme as the Evil Path? It’s unrealistic no matter how you think about it.

Besides, given the traits of Divine Technique monsters, this guy should only be running for his life, impossible to be under his control.

This fellow is likely just cannon fodder, there’s definitely someone behind Black Robe.

"Mmm mmm... I don’t know, above me is only him, please pull me up..."

Tu Xingsun was aggrieved; he honestly was unable to hold out much longer.

At this moment, my stomach is so bloated it feels like a ball; if this continues, it might actually burst.

"So, was it you, you bastard, who led people to attack the Celestial Secret Tower and then unleashed a terrifying monster?"

From the corner, Ji Wushi stepped out with a grim expression, speaking coldly.

"It’s you, Ji Wushi, please help me."

Tu Xingsun’s first sight of Ji Wushi was full of joy, begging him for help.

But something seemed off, as Ji Wushi approached him with a cold face, asking again.

"So, you led a thousand cultivators and a monster to attack the Celestial Secret Tower, is that right?"

Tu Xingsun was stunned, seeing the murderous look in the other’s eyes, he bit his tongue and nervously spoke, "What do you want!"

"What do I want? Humph, I want to dump a big pile mixed with dirt right in front of you."

Ji Wushi finished saying this and actually started to take action by turning around and walking outside, frightening Tu Xingsun into struggling desperately.

If he eats it, what meaning is there left in life?

"Let me go, let me go, I can take you to find the Black Robe."

Tu Xingsun shouted with a pale face.

"You can find him?"

Han Yu lightly tugged on a rope, lifting him a foot off the ground, and then curiously asked.

Tu Xingsun nodded vigorously and hurriedly spoke, "Black Robe gave me a location to go to after the task to find him."

Han Yu looked at him like he was a fool; used as cannon fodder, can the location be real?

Tu Xingsun struggled, saying, "Because he never thought I could survive, so it might actually be real."

Thinking about it, that seemed to make some sense.

But there was still one problem.

"Why should I bother to find him after I’ve had my fill?"

This confused Tu Xingsun entirely, thinking to himself, aren’t you just messing with me!

After capturing him and interrogating him, shouldn’t the logical development be to uncover the mastermind behind it and then take action?

But now you’re saying it’s none of your business.

Then what the hell did you capture me for?

"I’m curious, I’m willing."

As if reading his mind, Han Yu grinned mischievously.

"Don’t let him come over!"

At this moment, Tu Xingsun suddenly let out a sharp scream.

His face was ashen as he twisted continuously, his gaze deadlocked ahead, where Ji Wushi’s expression was deep, carrying a chamber pot back.

He definitely didn’t want to know what’s inside, nor did he want to eat what’s inside.

As Ji Wushi started mixing in dirt, Tu Xingsun couldn’t hold back and cried out loud.

"Wait, I still have worth... I don’t want to eat, I really still have worth..."

His mouth kept pleading, yet he couldn’t figure out what his worth was even after scraping his brain.

As Ji Wushi took a stick and began stirring, Tu Xingsun was already scared into incoherence.

"Black Robe said he would avenge me because he has a major feud with you too; can’t you act first and take the upper hand..."

At this, Han Yu shrugged; his ties with the Corpse Refining Lineage were long complicated, daring to come again, he would deal with him.

Seeing it was useless, Tu Xingsun still struggled to make a last attempt.

"He said soon his divine techniques would be stronger than yours, and then he would deal with you."

How strong can he get, Han Yu felt somewhat disdainful.

"He said when that time comes, when it comes to playing with fire, you’d be his grandson."

Who can’t boast, isn’t this just drawing a pie for this fool to sell his life!

Seeing Ji Wushi has already used a stick to scoop up a pile, creeping closer.

Tu Xingsun’s mental state utterly shattered, he started crying helplessly, "I mean it, he said then he’d be the master of fire, he would avenge me that’s why I sold my life to him..."

Wait a minute, master of fire.

"Could this unlucky guy be talking about Fourth Tier divine techniques!"

The Artifact Spirit spoke in the Sea of Consciousness—able to be called the master of fire, able to claim vengeance against Han Yu, unless it’s all boasting and delusion, unless...

He must possess a divine technique one tier higher than Han Yu.

And the path to the Fourth Tier promotion cannot be completed solely by oneself; it requires the recognition of the heavens and earth.

Only such recognition can break one’s shackles.

The Artifact Spirit once said, the heavens have given this power to the manipulative Five Elements Spirit as a fundamental principle to establish their lives.

So... the unfortunate Black Robe knows the whereabouts of the Fire Spirit!

Tu Xingsun suddenly stopped speaking, for Ji Wushi’s stick had already reached his mouth.

Not only did he not dare to speak anymore, but he had to bite his teeth shut, or once he opened them, he feared this broken mouth might impulsively take a bite...

If nothing unexpected happens, Tu Xingsun’s cultivation might very well be stalled here for the rest of his life.

Ji Wushi and his shit-stirring stick would certainly become his haunting Heart Demon.

Seeing Tu Xingsun unable to control himself anymore and open his mouth, Han Yu’s expression was strange. He shook his head and then pulled Ji Wushi back.

If there truly is a Fire Spirit, then it would be fitting for the Black Robe to continue his wretched luck.