My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 839 - 515: Shocking Upheaval in Corpse Valley (4-in-1 Extra Update)_3

If there is a Ghost Lord here... then who is the instigator?

The White Lotus Sect...

In the Hu-Guang region, apart from this troublemaker, Chen Yi really couldn't think of anyone else.

No events tonight, shall we take a look?

Chen Yi glanced back at the sleeping Yin Tingxue, feeling a bit hesitant.

As he was pondering, the bedding on the bed rustled, and Yin Tingxue turned over, rubbed her eyes, and looked at him.

"You're awake?" Chen Yi asked.

"Mmm... aren't you going to sleep?" Yin Tingxue yawned, her ears twitched slightly, then she opened her sleepy eyes and said in surprise, "Where are you going? I want to go too."

Having said that, she mustered up her spirits and said earnestly, "I'm a Sword Immortal too."

There was no hiding it from her.

Chen Yi smiled helplessly.

It seems it's best if the couple works together with one heart.

...…

The rocks on both sides had a dark green glaze.

Experienced and knowledgeable Chen Yi knew it wasn't the natural color of the rocks. Upon looking back, the deep valley appeared quiet and eerie, overlapping shadows of trees, the downward slope of the mountain resembled a ghostly path, with traces of broken walls and ruins at the deepest part.

The moonlight here twisted into a murky dark yellow, sticking to the jagged rocks like old pus, almost as if the rocks themselves grew with strange, fleshy lumps.

Mist rose from the valley floor.

Chen Yi stepped closer, seeing the abandoned houses on both sides, with broken tiles and collapsed walls, dark and dull green algae or something resembling lingzhi commonly found in coffins everywhere.

This place is anything but ordinary.

"Little Fox, whether you're a Sword Immortal or a Bodhisattva, you must be cautious in such places. Who knows what great mysteries are hidden inside."

While meticulously instructing, Chen Yi fumbled for a pile of talismans from Square Land.

Yin Tingxue listened intently and curiously glanced over.

"These are all prepared... first attach this Breathing Talisman, hold the Guide Talisman, and don't forget this Golden Light Body Protection Talisman." Chen Yi rambled on, "Upon arrival, first use the Concealing Technique, wear the raincoat, to avoid direct contact with anything unclean, and if possible, erase the footprint trail behind."

The reason for such precautions was that Chen Yi had suffered a similar setback in a previous life, being terribly betrayed by an incompetent teammate, nearly losing his life. Fortunately, he was well-prepared and survived; coincidentally, that teammate's surname was Chen and given name was Ruo Shu.

After making ample preparations, both of them were adorned with various talismans, and covered with thick hats and raincoats, completely concealing their appearance within.

Chen Yi plucked some hay to add to the Little Fox.

"Alright,"

he clapped his hands,

"Perfectly seamless."

........

"Achoo!"

Miss Donggong rubbed her nose vigorously, murmuring: 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Someone must be thinking of me."

Although the stupid girl couldn't tell who was thinking of her, someone had to be thinking of her for her to sneeze—this was an undeniable intuition.

If intuition were deceitful, then nothing in the world would be truthful.

Approaching Corpse Valley, it was far more eerie than imagined, the wind brought a nauseating stench of decay, and the soil underfoot felt insubstantial.

There was a stagnant water pool in the valley.

The water surface had a layer of silver-gray film, upon closer inspection, it was actually formed by countless moth wings sticking together. When the wind blew, the miasma churned, causing the wings to quiver, scattering fine phosphorus powder that settled on the broken walls and ruins.

Wei Wuque frowned.

There were far too many abandoned buildings in this area, more than the abandoned villages seen earlier, as if a massive architectural complex had once been built.

Before anyone had a chance to think further,

at the edge of the distant valley, a distinct convoy appeared.

"Is it them?" Dong Gong Ruoshu pointed from afar and asked Yuan Qi.

River God nodded remotely, then leapt and soared high over the hillside, took a distant view, and returned, stating: "It's a group of soldiers."

"Soldiers? What are soldiers doing here?" Dong Gong Ruoshu was somewhat confused.

"I don't know, we should just mind our own business and not interfere," Yuan Qi said. As a local River God, government matters were a top-tier trouble.

Dong Gong Ruoshu nodded; they had no grievances with the government, in fact, one might say they were part of the court due to Wei Wuque and others' involvement with Xique Pavilion.

Yuan Qi formed hand seals and chanted: "The people are already near, within a few tens of miles, but it's very blurry, unclear."

Dots of fluorescence hovered around, wavering, and another look at the divination was even more elusive than before. It seemed that the people were indeed near, but it was uncertain if they had set foot in Corpse Valley.

Yuan Qi stood up, stating: "I will now hide, making preparations."

How could Dong Gong Ruoshu disagree? The River God was already injured, making it unwise to confront the Daoist directly. Instead of facing them head-on, it was better to take action opportunistically and deliver a fatal blow at a crucial moment, which was also the previously agreed strategy.

A gentle breeze stirred thin clouds as Yuan Qi leapt and transformed instantly into a dragon the size of a silver needle, vanishing without a trace.

The greatest concealment is within the city, the lesser is in nature.

The moonlight was tranquil, enshrouding the valley ruins. Perhaps in the northwest, places so rife with miasma were unseen; Dong Gong Ruoshu looked around, filled with curiosity.

"There's a house there."

Wei Wuque and the other spies followed the sound and saw in the direction Dong Gong Ruoshu pointed, a building standing not entirely intact, its structure slanting, walls and pillars buried underground, the old eaves slicing the moonlight with an ink-like hue, yet overall discernable as a pavilion.

Wanting to observe a bit longer, with a whoosh, Dong Gong Ruoshu's figure had already flown across. Wei Wuque, with no other choice, quickly applied Qinggong to follow, worried that this little ancestor might encounter an accident.