Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 41, Infiltrating the Lair (Please Recommend, Please Favorite)

Chapter 41: Chapter 41, Infiltrating the Lair (Please Recommend, Please Favorite)

Black Cloud Fortress has three bandit leaders. The Great Village Chief is an ordinary martial artist at the Eighth Layer of the Transcendence Realm, while the Second and Third Village Chiefs are at the Seventh Layer. In the Black Cloud Mountain area, they belong to the largest bandit gang.

Ghost Demon Valley is the most treacherous place in Black Cloud Mountain. Above the valley, giant stones are neatly arranged, primed to be pushed down by hidden ambushers, ensuring that anyone below will be crushed to pieces.

Chu Ming, fearless and highly skilled, stepped into the Ghost Demon Valley without hesitation.

"Boss, someone has entered the Ghost Demon Valley."

Inside a cave on a cliff, a martial artist at the First Layer of the Transcendence Realm shouted to a gaunt man.

"Go and check it out."

The gaunt man approached the cave entrance and looked down.

On a narrow path at the mouth of the valley, a young man in gray clothes was heading deeper into the Ghost Demon Valley.

"A little brat, judging by the aura, he seems to be an Eighth Layer Postnatal martial artist. Go down and capture him. Master Mo Yan is looking for a live human heart for medicinal purposes; this will surely make him very happy."

The gaunt man laughed heartily, grabbed a rope from the cave wall beside him, and threw it down.

The young man in gray clothes was indeed Chu Ming.

When traveling, the sect’s attire has both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that trouble usually stays away.

The disadvantage is that when trouble does come, it’s big trouble.

Chu Ming did not want his Inner Sect Disciple attire to attract attention, so he deliberately changed into gray clothes.

As for concealing his cultivation, that was the perfected effect of the Concealing Breath Technique.

A martial artist at the Third Layer of the Transcendence Realm and over a dozen martial artists at the First Layer slid down the rope.

The gaunt man pointed at Chu Ming, "Tie him up."

"Got it!"

Two martial artists at the First Layer of the Transcendence Realm charged at him.

Chu Ming naturally wouldn’t surrender without a fight. He struggled with the two but was quickly bound.

Five or six miles away, there was a not very tall but very sturdy mountain.

The mountain had many caves, but the main cave was a huge cavern, luxuriously decorated, with a large pool in the center.

In the pool, over twenty beautiful, naked young women were playing and frolicking flirtatiously, but if you looked deep into their eyes, you could see a hint of numbness and hatred.

In front of the pool, two lean men sat on stone chairs, drinking and chatting.

"Great Village Chief, you have to think this through. When our Blood Hand Association takes action, it’s usually a bloody affair. You can’t let your concerns lead to the needless deaths of our brothers," said a man with a blood tattoo on his face, taking a light sip from his cup.

The Great Village Chief of Black Cloud Fortress, a gaunt man with an indifferent expression, was not pleased with the tattooed man’s attitude but pretended to be enthusiastic due to the Blood Hand Association’s fearsome power. "What benefits do we get from joining the Blood Hand Association?" he asked.

"Great Village Chief, our leader said that as long as you are willing to join, this martial technique manual will be yours," the tattooed man said, pulling a manual from his chest and placing it on the stone table.

The Great Village Chief glanced at the manual and assumed it was a top-tier Yellow Level martial technique.

Although a top-tier Yellow Level martial technique was precious, he already had one. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

But when he opened the manual, his eyes changed.

"A low-tier Profound Level martial technique manual?"

The tattooed man smiled, "Exactly!"

"What do you want us to do?" the Great Village Chief asked.

"It’s very simple," the tattooed man clapped his hands, and immediately dozens of people came out, each holding a large cage containing a sleeping demon beast cub. "All you have to do is secretly deliver these demon beast cubs to Blue Snow City and spread their dung along the way without being noticed."

"Deal!"

The Great Village Chief agreed without hesitation.

"No wonder you could establish Black Cloud Fortress; you are decisive and straightforward," the tattooed man said, satisfied with the Great Village Chief’s response.

The Great Village Chief was also very pleased and clapped his hands, saying, "Everyone come. Serve this gentleman well."

In another spacious cave, an elderly man with a dry face was looking at his pill furnace with a troubled expression. A pile of ashes had accumulated outside the furnace.

"It still doesn’t work," the elderly man sighed deeply, his eyes flickering with ghostly light as he gazed at a blood pool to the left of the cave. The blood constantly churned, sweeping up broken limbs and bones that floated to the surface.

At that moment, a voice came from the entrance.

"Master Mo Yan, Master Mo Yan!"

"Who’s looking to die!" The old man’s face darkened, a cold glint in his eyes. He hated being disturbed when thinking.

"Master Mo Yan, we caught a live human. We heard you were looking for a live human heart for medicinal use, so we brought one for you," the voice fawned.

"A live human heart?" The coldness in Mo Yan’s eyes slowly faded, and he hobbled toward the cave entrance with his cane.

Outside the cave, the gaunt man was waiting with Chu Ming in tow.

"Master Mo Yan!"

Seeing the elderly man, the gaunt man felt nervous.

The elderly man, nicknamed Mo Yan, was an alchemist. Due to his unique role, even the Great Village Chief rarely restrained him. He loved using human organs in his alchemy, and if not for the Great Village Chief’s authority, he would have targeted his own brothers.

Despite this, the gaunt man always broke out in a cold sweat when seeing him, fearing Mo Yan might use him as an experiment.

"Is this the live human you mentioned?" Mo Yan asked, eyeing Chu Ming with a hint of joy.

From his perception, although Chu Ming’s cultivation was only at the Eighth Layer of the Postnatal Realm, his body was incredibly strong, comparable to a low-tier Yellow Level weapon. Such a person was perfect for alchemy, greatly increasing the chances of success.

"Yes, Master Mo Yan!"

The gaunt man replied cautiously.

"Very good, you have done well. This Bloodthirst Pill is for you!" Mo Yan took out a bottle from his chest and tossed it to the gaunt man.

"Thank you, Master Mo Yan!"

The gaunt man beamed with joy.

The Bloodthirst Pill was a mid-tier Yellow Level elixir that could save him half a month’s worth of cultivation time. Usually, only the Great Village Chief had the authority to reward distinguished followers with it.

After pocketing the elixir, the gaunt man wisely left, his steps light with joy.

"Don’t worry, I won’t let you die so easily!" Mo Yan said after the gaunt man left. He dragged Chu Ming into the cave and placed him by the blood pool, then started cleaning up the ashes by the pill furnace.

"Is this the lair of the Black Cloud Fortress?"

Chu Ming tensed his muscles, breaking the ropes that bound him, and his powerful aura surged out.

"Who are you?"

Mo Yan was taken aback, then shouted angrily.

"Who I am is not important. What matters is that from today, the Black Cloud Fortress will cease to exist."

"You seek death!"

Although Mo Yan’s body was frail, he was still a martial artist at the Sixth Layer of the Transcendence Realm. He launched a palm strike at Chu Ming, generating gusts of wind.

Boom

Chu Ming did not dodge. He threw a punch, his fist glowing golden, like a dragon.

With Chu Ming’s current strength, any attack could not be withstood by an ordinary martial artist at the Sixth Layer of the Transcendence Realm. His domineering physique enhanced his attack, reducing everything to ruins.

Ah!

Mo Yan screamed as he was sent flying, crashing into the wall.

His right hand was completely deformed, and his entire right arm dangled, broken.

Mo Yan showed his viciousness, intending to shout and alert others despite his severe injury.

Chu Ming moved like a phantom, his finger striking Mo Yan’s forehead. Mo Yan’s head tilted, his eyes wide with no breath left.

The cavern was intricate, and Chu Ming swiftly eliminated the bandits in each cave he entered.

With his mastery of the Divine Travel Step, he managed to avoid drawing any attention.

In a luxuriously decorated cave, Chu Ming suddenly moved, drawing the Silver Light Sword.

Four men around a round table, gambling with piles of silver notes, accompanied by scantily-clad young women serving drinks and laughing coquettishly.

Judging by their auras, two were at the Seventh Layer of the Transcendence Realm, and two at the Fourth.

The two at the Seventh Layer were burly men, one with a cyan dragon tattoo on his face, the other with a black tiger tattoo. Likely the Second Village Chief Zhang Hu and the Third Village Chief Hou Long of Black Cloud Fortress.

The other two seemed to be minor leaders of the Black Cloud Fortress.

They were engrossed in their game, their vigilance at its lowest, not expecting anyone to sneak into their lair silently.