Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved-Chapter 468 - 447: One More Update

The man looked up, and in that instant, he saw the fear in the Junior Mage’s eyes, then belatedly touched his own face, realizing that the Kung Fu he had initially maintained had lasted for such a short time.

"Senior Brother Feng, you..." The Junior Mage took a step back, his hand involuntarily reaching for the Magic Artifact at his waist. However, as inexperience still plagued the Junior Mage, before he could grasp the Magic Artifact, his indecision about whether to make a move allowed "Senior Brother Feng" to act swiftly. Though it was his first encounter with this Spell, his agility honed by long battles of life and death naturally told him that this was not the time to hesitate.

The Junior Mage wanted to make a move, but it was already too late. The man pounced like a wolf, and before the young man could counterattack, he was swallowed by a dark red smoke.

"Feng... Brother..." The Junior Mage uttered his last words, his body slowly stiffening like the original Senior Brother Feng. In the following moment, the "Senior Brother Feng" before him visibly shrank down, gradually turning into a pool of black water. The dark red smoke slowly seeped into the Junior Mage’s body; moments later, the stiff Junior Mage’s eyes shifted and his body slowly turned, his bones cracking loudly before he stepped outside.

The rare pallid sunlight fell on the snow. The young man’s gray-white robe dragged through the snow, the hem already filthy, yet he seemed utterly indifferent. His steps were stiff as if frozen, slowly moving towards the camp.

In the camp, the mages continued patrolling everywhere, and those who got along well did not cease their frolicking even in the bitter cold. There was laughter and chatter scattered throughout the camp entrenched with Maze Formations, none of them realizing that their numbers were diminishing one by one, danger creeping ever closer.

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Master Ling Yi, leading his people, crossed over a mountain ridge covered in dazzling white snow. Some marks could not be erased: the varying depths of footprints exposed traces because there had not been much snowfall in the last two days.

"Brother, there should be eight people," reported the mage scouting the path. Master Ling Yi nodded. Along the way, he could sense the aura of Ghoul Ravine, so naturally, he wasn’t afraid of being misled by the scout. Moreover, the catch from Ghoul Ravine had been secured by their people using Spells to extract information, hence, Master Ling Yi was quite confident in this pursuit.

"They should be right ahead." Half an hour later, the mage quietly returned and discreetly pointed towards a pitch-dark spot at the foot of the opposite mountain—a hidden cave. Despite their close proximity, they hadn’t noticed it; no wonder their search had been futile for several days.

"Brother, let us go first..." Master Ling Yi’s disciples could hardly contain themselves, eager not to miss such an opportunity.

"Junior Brother He Qing, take five disciples and ambush from the left. Junior Brother He Yu, you also take five from the right, the rest follow me straight ahead," said Master Ling Yi. Immediately, some in the group were dissatisfied. Was such caution really necessary? Especially since they already knew there were only eight opponents, and aside from that young man with stronger and weird powers and a Ghoul Ravine elder, the rest were similar to the two they had captured. So, they thought with so many of them, and Master Ling Yi present, they had nothing to fear.

But since Master Ling Yi had spoken, even if they felt it was making a mountain out of a molehill, they could only begrudgingly watch the group following him, realizing the achievements might be snatched by these people. Alas, no matter how hard they worked in the Districts and Counties, they were always treated like step-children, the best opportunities still reserved for those at Qiandao Temple.

Master Ling Yi paid no mind to these looks. He had once encountered Yin He and knew some of his capabilities. With a Magic Artifact in hand, Master Ling Yi still felt somewhat confident about facing him.

And the Elder, with several disciples of Master Huo Yi behind him, was confident against a single opponent with so many on his side.

However, there was absolutely no movement in the cave in front of them—it was eerily quiet, yet as a Mage, he increasingly felt the intense presence of Ghoul Ravine.

The aura of Ghoul Ravine was very different from that of Qiandao Temple, almost distinguishable without effort.

Naturally, this ease was relative as those outside the cave slowly approached, the person inside the cave also clearly felt the presence outside, without even needing to step out and look.

"Young Master, they are here," whispered Elder Can, stealing a glance at the foundations of Ghoul Ravine seated around him, feeling for the first time a sense of pride. The disciples of Ghoul Ravine before him could now truly form a foundation, not just wretched souls controlled by the malice of Ghost Shadows. Elder Can seemed to see the future hope of Ghoul Ravine, and for the first time felt that their years of barely scraping by, repeatedly entering Zheng Capital in search of the long-declared dead pillar, were an extremely wise choice.

Yin He glanced at Elder Can, who was visibly excited and nearly bowing in adoration towards him, and silently rolled his eyes, "Idiot."

Even being scorned by his own Young Master made Elder Can happy. Look, in this whole cave of idiots, only the Young Master could train them well.

Seeing his Young Master still unmoved while the footsteps outside the cave were getting closer and closer, and now at a distance of only a few meters from their cave, Elder Can was about to raise his hand when the young man immediately reached out to stop Elder Can’s hand.

"Wait—" Yin He finally spoke. Elder Can trembled at the sound. At that moment, he was desperate to prove his strength through this battle, and distinctly felt, for the first time, the sensation of cultivation; his whole body’s aura was fuller than it had ever been.

The Mages outside the door also felt that something was amiss, looking towards Master Ling Yi, could there be a trap? Otherwise, why was there still no movement, and even their auras hadn’t changed?

Master Ling Yi nodded. With an Elder of Ghoul Ravine present, it was normal for them to remain so composed, but Master Ling Yi couldn’t wait any longer. With a wave of his hand, several Mages simultaneously struck, and with a loud bang, snow burst several stories high in all directions, revealing the cave entrance that had been hidden by the snow—a narrow, deep, two-person-high entrance, and the aura of Ghoul Ravine was even denser. The Mages immediately set up an encirclement.

"Come out—" Master Chang Ling shouted, and Master Ling Yi suddenly struck, rushing into the cave, his magic whip sweeping rapidly through, scattering starlight everywhere and illuminating everything inside the cave, clearly revealing the people of Ghoul Ravine seated together.

Surrounded and seated in the middle, Young Master Yin He then opened his eyes, meeting the eyes of Master Ling Yi who charged in. He had been waiting for this moment.

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