“Troublemaker, remember this: we severed our master-disciple ties long ago. Do not call yourself my master, Chu Mingxuan, ever again. I do not associate with traitors.” Chu Mingxuan’s voice was icy.
“Heh! Xuan’er, are you still blaming your master?” the Ghost Valley Master chuckled sheepishly.
“We have nothing to say to you. Stay away from us,” Chu Mingxuan rebuked him.
“Xuan’er, there’s no need for anger. I only have one question for you.” The Ghost Valley Master said with a fawning smile.
“Hmph!”
Upon hearing this, Chu Mingxuan snorted coldly, ignoring him.
The Ghost Valley Master, unfazed by his attitude, directly asked, “Xuan’er, what were you doing climbing Tianyun Mountain this time?”
When the Ghost Valley Master spoke, Chu Mingxuan and Yin Chen froze, as if struck by a heavy hammer.
How did this old man know they had climbed Tianyun Mountain?
“How did you know we climbed Tianyun Mountain?” Chu Mingxuan asked, his brow furrowed tightly.
“Didn’t I tell you before? Nothing you do can be hidden from me,” the Ghost Valley Master said proudly.
His words made Chu Mingxuan increasingly suspicious that he might have done something to him.
“Did you do something to me?” Chu Mingxuan asked, looking at the Ghost Valley Master with deep, dark eyes.
“Xuan’er, you must change your naturally suspicious nature. Master and disciple haven’t seen each other for over half a year. How could your master have done anything to you?” the Ghost Valley Master said with a smile.
If it were in the past, Chu Mingxuan wouldn’t have suspected him. But ever since he discovered the man’s true face, he realized how hypocritical this old man was.
“Hmph! I need to be more on guard against you,” Chu Mingxuan sneered.
“Xuan’er, tell your master. What did you and the Cold King and his consort do on Tianyun Mountain?” the Ghost Valley Master asked again, unwilling to give up.
“Aren’t you omniscient? Can’t you guess it yourself?” Chu Mingxuan mocked him.
“Were you looking for medicinal herbs to cure the Wolf Toxin for the Cold King? Did you find them? Can you tell me what the herbs are?” the Ghost Valley Master asked anxiously.
Unbeknownst to him, his words had stirred up a storm in the hearts of Chu Mingxuan and Yin Chen.
How could this old scoundrel be so aware of their every move?
Just then, four figures descended from the sky, engaging the black-clothed guards in a fierce battle.
These four were Leng Ruoli and Jun Mohan, who had been closely following the convoy that had kidnapped Chu Mingxuan and Yin Chen.
The conversation between the Ghost Valley Master and Chu Mingxuan was immediately interrupted. The Ghost Valley Master turned around, his eyes filled with a sinister gaze as he looked at Leng Ruoli and Jun Mohan.
“I didn’t expect the Cold King and his consort to catch up so quickly,” the Ghost Valley Master commented casually.
The Cold King and his consort, and the black-clothed guards who were in the midst of fighting, immediately ceased their combat.
“Ghost Valley Master, I also didn’t expect you to be the one who abducted Chu Mingxuan and Yin Chen.”
Jun Mohan’s gaze was sharp and profound, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes.
The Ghost Valley Master completely ignored the killing intent in Jun Mohan’s eyes. He stared intently at Jun Mohan’s dark pupils, his face filled with shock.
“I never thought the Cold King’s consort’s medical skills were so extraordinary that she could change the Cold King’s naturally violet eyes to black. Her medical skills are truly superb!”
This was the Ghost Valley Master’s sincere admiration.
“I presume you and your consort went to Tianyun Mountain to find herbs to cure the Wolf Toxin?” the Ghost Valley Master asked with a knowing smile.
Leng Ruoli and Jun Mohan were momentarily stunned by the Ghost Valley Master’s words, but they quickly regained their composure. They finally understood why their movements had been exposed all along – it was this old scoundrel at play. But how did he know their whereabouts so clearly?
The Cold King and his consort were filled with questions.
“Does our whereabouts and actions require reporting to you?” Jun Mohan’s tone was crisp and cold.
“No other meaning, I was just asking. After all, I was the one who helped control the Wolf Toxin in your body previously, Your Highness the Cold King,” the Ghost Valley Master said with a smile.
He now suspected that Leng Ruoli had already cured the Wolf Toxin in Jun Mohan’s body.
If this were true, it would be utterly shocking to him. He had spent his entire life researching a cure for the Wolf Toxin, only for it to be achieved by a teenage girl.
“You have the audacity to bring that up. If you hadn’t been gradually adding to Jun Mohan’s medicine, his condition wouldn’t have worsened,” Leng Ruoli said indignantly.
“Heh heh, your medical skills are indeed brilliant. You even discovered the problem with the pills I made. Very good. However, you two must die today. Guards, attack! Kill them.”
The Ghost Valley Master’s face was no longer benevolent; it was now contorted with ferocity.
At this moment, a group of black-clothed figures suddenly emerged from behind Leng Ruoli and Jun Mohan. These figures bore a strong resemblance to the Vajra Death Warriors Leng Ruoli had killed on the streets of the capital.
These Vajra Death Warriors were incredibly resilient and impervious to blades and spears. However, they all had one weakness: their necks. But now, their necks and entire heads were covered with iron masks, making penetration difficult.
As they pondered this, the Death Warriors surrounding Leng Ruoli and Jun Mohan raised their greatswords and charged at them.
Jun Mohan swiftly drew the soft sword from his waist, injected his inner energy, and met the attack.
Leng Ruoli also picked up a greatsword dropped by the black-clothed guards during their earlier fight, and along with Yin Yi and Yin Er, they charged forward.
She swung her right arm, her greatsword slashing fiercely at the Death Warriors. Her movements were fast and brutal, her sword wind sharp and whistling.
The Death Warriors fell in droves instantly, but they quickly got back up and attacked Leng Ruoli again.
Jun Mohan remained composed, his black hair flowing, his eyes like cold lightning, his sword energy formidable. The world was filled with a desolate, killing aura.
With a flick of his sharp sword, Jun Mohan’s sword wind struck the heads of the Vajra Death Warriors. The iron masks on their heads were immediately split open, then slowly cracked and fell to the ground. Subsequently, the Death Warriors also collapsed and died.
“Li’er, injecting inner energy into your greatsword before attacking these Death Warriors is very effective,” Jun Mohan advised Leng Ruoli, who was busy fighting the Death Warriors.
“Understood!” Leng Ruoli nodded upon hearing this.
She immediately gathered a surge of inner energy from within her body, injecting it into the greatsword in her hand. Utilizing her Qinggong, she leaped onto a nearby poplar tree. With a powerful swing, a blinding light cleaved down from mid-air, the sword wind striking directly at the iron masks of the Vajra Death Warriors. Those who were hit by Leng Ruoli’s sword wind had their iron masks fall off, and they too collapsed and died.
The Ghost Valley Master, who had been watching from a distance, knew he had failed again when he witnessed this scene. He then mounted his horse with over twenty guards and fled the area in haste.