155: Chapter 155 All Parties Gather in Death Valley

Mountain winds carrying dark red mist howled like ghosts among the steep canyons.

Lin Ye stepped on the soft purple-black soil, slowly walking down a slope.

Behind him, Leng Yue's black windbreaker fluttered in the wind, her dark golden eyes coldly gazing at the pile of rocks ahead.

Frost Star was idly picking her nails with a small bone knife behind them, her pink little schoolbag swaying back and forth, making her look very leisurely.

Ayugu twitched her nose, her expression turning somewhat strange.

"Boss, there are a lot of people ahead."

She tugged at her Miao-style martial arts attire and pointed at the low-lying basin ahead.

"And... I smell the scent of the Ten Thousand Gu soup my Ah-ma brewed."

Passing through a craggy rocky ridge, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

That was a huge circular basin, with a bottomless pitch-black abyss deep inside.

That was the most dangerous death zone in the Ten Thousand Mountains—Death Valley.

At this moment, on the flat ground at the edge of Death Valley, several distinct camps had already been partitioned.

These camps were bustling with people, and various costumes intertwined. Clearly, more than half of the profound sects and major hidden forces of Great Xia had gathered here.

The appearance of Lin Ye and the other four did not conceal their aura.

The moment they stepped on the gravel and walked down the slope, the temperature in the entire basin dropped slightly by a few degrees.

Countless gazes filled with inquiry, vigilance, and hostility swept over uniformly.

On the left side of the basin.

In a camp surrounded by bright yellow ritual flags, dozens of practitioners wearing Taoist robes stood.

That was the joint camp of Great Xia's long-inherited orthodox Taoist sects—Mount Longhu, Mount Mao, and the sword cultivators of the prestigious Lu family.

"Manager Lin!"

A shout full of surprise broke the dead silence of the basin.

Seeing inside the Lu family sword cultivators' camp, a young man dressed in white with an archaic long sword on his back directly pushed through the crowd and ran over eagerly.

It was none other than the Lu family's sword cultivator, Young Master Lu Changfeng.

He trotted all the way in front of Lin Ye, cupping his hands and bowing in salute.

"Master Lin! You are finally here! Changfeng has been waiting here for a long time!"

Young Master Lu Changfeng's eyes were full of eagerness and adoration, just like meeting an idol separated for many years.

Inside the Lu family camp.

Several white-bearded, deeply-aurated elders of the Lu family saw this scene, and their eyes almost popped out.

Especially the leading Supreme Elder of the Lu family; he was so angry that his beard trembled, and he slapped the stone table beside him.

"Nonsense! Changfeng is a kendo genius of the younger generation of our Lu family, and usually looks down upon everyone. Why is he so subservient to a greenhorn today? What a disgrace!"

Hearing the angry shout behind him, Young Master Lu Changfeng turned his head somewhat awkwardly and explained loudly.

"Great-grandfather, don't talk nonsense! This is Master Lin, Lin Ye, who pinched off my sword Qi with two fingers back in Jiangzhou and saved my little life along the way!"

Hearing this, the complexions of several Lu family elders suddenly became awkward.

After all, the matter of Young Master Lu Changfeng being extorted 20 million for his life-saving money by Lin Ye was no longer a secret within the Lu family.

The Supreme Elder snorted coldly, just about to step forward to reprimand, but his gaze crossed Lin Ye and fell on Leng Yue and Frost Star behind him.

Just one glance.

The body of this Lu family Supreme Elder instantly stiffened.

In his vicissitudes-filled eyes, intense shock and fear flashed past.

With his knowledge, he could naturally see at a glance the extreme temperature difference on Leng Yue that vaguely matched the rules of heaven and earth.

Hanba!

That was an ancient peerless fierce creature capable of turning a radius of a hundred miles into scorched earth in an instant!

And the little loli next to her, who was biting her nails and looking innocent, had Nether deathly Qi in her body so dense it had condensed into ice.

That was simply a mutated Nether Corpse King!

A Hanba, a Nether Corpse King.

Actually followed quietly behind that young man like tame family members.

The Lu family Supreme Elder took a deep breath, silently pulled back his extended foot, closed his mouth, and stopped talking.

Just at this moment.

On the right side of the basin, in a camp shrouded in colorful poisonous mists, a noisy commotion suddenly came.

"Damn it! Which death-seeking Han Chinese dares to abduct our Miao village's saintess?!"

"Release Ah-ma's darling! Feed this brat to the Heavenly Gu!"

Accompanied by bursts of rough angry curses.

A huge purple-golden centipede, fully five meters long, rushed out from the poisonous mist.

On the wide back of the centipede stood a skinny old woman covered in silver ornaments and wearing gorgeous Miao ethnic clothing.

Behind the old woman followed four strong Miao men nearly two meters tall, with tattoos covering their bronze-colored skin.

As soon as these people appeared, the air in the entire basin became foul-smelling.

The disciples of various orthodox Taoist sects changed expression one after another, hurriedly stepping back a few steps, fearing they would be contaminated by the terrifying deadly poison of the Miao ancient witches.

This was the Wangu Ancient Tribe, the most protective and mysterious in the Ten Thousand Mountains of the Miao border.

The old woman leaped down from the back of the giant centipede. The moment she landed, her eyes, filled with deathly aura and murderous intent, instantly locked onto Lin Ye.

But in the next second.

When her gaze shifted to Ayugu by Lin Ye's side.

The gloomy murderous intent on the old woman's face, which was enough to chill evil ghosts, collapsed in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

"Ouch! My darling! My little cutie!"

Completely disregarding her dignity as a Great Witch Priest, the old woman sat heavily on the ground, slapping her thighs with both hands, crying and howling with snot and tears.

"Ah-ma missed you to death! You've suffered outside!"

She rushed forward in a single stride, directly hugging Ayugu into her arms.

The silver ornaments on her head made a harsh crashing sound with her movements.

"Look how thin you've gotten! Your little face has become sharp from hunger! Did this black-hearted Han Chinese abuse you and not give you food? Today, Ah-ma will use Ten Thousand Gus Devouring the Heart to turn him into a puddle of pus!"

While crying, the old woman rubbed Ayugu's face back and forth with her calloused hands.

Behind her.

The four iron-tower-like strong Miao men also gathered around.

Their eye sockets turned red one by one, their sand-bowl-sized fists pounding the air with bangs, making a sound as loud as thunder.

"Second Lass! You've been wronged! Eldest Uncle will live-tear this Han Chinese today to nourish your body!"

"Second Uncle killed the golden python in the village, and the meat was dried for you. Why did you run away with someone!"

Ayugu was hugged so tightly she could barely breathe.

Her fair face instantly flushed red, struggling desperately in the old woman's arms.

"Ah-ma! Eldest Uncle! Second Uncle! Let me go quickly! It's so embarrassing!"

Ayugu finally broke free from that suffocating embrace, flusteredly tidying up her hair.

"Where am I thin? I eat high-end snacks and drink cola every day outside, and I've even gained five pounds, okay!"

"Also, you are not allowed to be rude to the Boss! The Boss solved my unregistered resident problem. I am now a citizen of Great Xia with a legal ID card! I can take high-speed trains and airplanes!"