Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1577: Chapter 975: Narrow Encounter with an Old Foe

Hong Fuxiu stared at the disheveled woman, while Kou Ta quietly leaned over to her and conveyed through sound transmission, "Madam, be careful, there might be deception."

He had been watching the woman not because of her exposed, smooth, and voluptuous figure, but because he felt there was something unusual about her.

In this dangerous and chaotic grotto heaven, it’s normal for someone to flee in a panic or be chased, but what was abnormal about this woman was that her clothes seemed disheveled, but Kou Ta could immediately tell that the damage to her clothes wasn’t caused by a spell.

If it had been a spell, her clothes wouldn’t just be disheveled but utterly tattered.

Moreover, the woman seemed to have a disordered aura, but in actuality, she wasn’t injured.

Since she wasn’t injured, then why were her clothes disheveled? Could it be that immortal cultivators get into fights by only pulling at each other’s clothes?

Kou Ta and Hong Fuxiu were both experienced immortal cultivators, and the two of them had been venturing through the depths of the Wanhua Mountain Range for many years, often at the brink of life and death; they were naturally not the type to be easily deceived.

Hong Fuxiu also noticed the anomaly, nodded nonchalantly, and conveyed, "I’ll keep an eye on her, you help Senior Yun Xiao guard against those people!"

Upon hearing this, Kou Ta turned to look at the newcomers.

There were four people, led by a burly bald man. His left cheek was covered in deep purple burn scars, and he was wearing a sleeveless black robe, revealing flame-patterned tattoos on his arms.

This man wasn’t an immortal cultivator but a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist.

At that moment, the man looked at Yun Xiao, showing a chilling smile on his face.

"I wondered who it was, turns out it’s you, Yun Xiao!" The man’s voice was full of murderous intent.

Yun Xiao sighed lightly, "This really is a narrow road for enemies to meet, Senior Wang, long time no see!"

The newcomer was none other than Wang Henglie of the Nether Prison Sect.

The fall of the Sun Cave Heaven was such a significant event that there was no way the Nether Prison Sect wouldn’t have received the news or joined the fray.

The enmity between the Sea of Spirit and the Nether Prison Sect needn’t be elaborated.

The encounter within the Sun Cave Heaven was partly coincidental but not entirely surprising.

While the Sun Cave Heaven is vast, entry was through the Void Rift.

Surrounding Jade Valley, the Void Rift to the east was largely occupied by the demon clan of the Wanhua Mountain Range, the south by the human clan of the Wanhua Mountain Range, and the north and west by forces gathering around the Yunxiao Mountain Range.

In other words, they were likely already in the same region before entering the Sun Cave Heaven, and naturally, they appeared in the same region thereafter.

Wang Henglie grinned, "Hehe, this is my fortune and your misfortune!"

He harbored deep hatred for the Sea of Spirit.

Of course, his resentment for the Hidden Sword Mountain was even stronger.

The battle in Wuxiang City saw tremendous losses for the Nether Prison Sect, which not only lost a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist but also two Foundation Establishment Immortal Cultivators, Ming Shuzi and Jiang Taishu, along with tens of thousands of elite disciples.

This went beyond merely hurting them; it damaged the core of the Nether Prison Sect.

Since the end of the war with the Sea of Spirit, the Nether Prison Sect had been mired in one turmoil after another.

The sect once commanded vast territories, with thousands of elite disciples, along with numerous Foundation Establishment Immortal Cultivators and martial arts experts, enough to deter any enemies.

However, due to the heavy casualties from the battle in Wuxiang City, the Nether Prison Sect could no longer intimidate surrounding powers or even control the families and clans under its command.

This forced the Nether Prison Sect to retract its forces, relinquishing vast territories.

A slew of troublesome issues left Wang Henglie feeling vexed and restless.

He had long sought revenge against the Hidden Sword Mountain and the Sea of Spirit but hadn’t found an opportunity.

Now that he had encountered Yun Xiao, he naturally wanted to slaughter him to vent his anger.

"Why resort to such measures, Senior? We are at least acquaintances, no need for senseless violence!" Yun Xiao advised.

"Who are you calling acquaintances, Yun Xiao? You must die today!"

Wang Henglie’s long-suppressed rage exploded, and he roared, "Attack, capture them!"

Simultaneously, a massive ghost-headed broadsword appeared in Wang Henglie’s hand.

The blade of his ghost-headed broadsword, as if a full moon across the sky, was five feet three inches long, the back wider than two fingers, yet the edge was as thin as a cicada’s wing, gleaming with a cold, green light.

At the top of the hilt was inlaid a three-inch tall bronze ghost head, its fierce eyes wide open, with brow ridges as if carved with a chisel and axe, and three deep grooves on its forehead appearing scorched by thunder and fire. Its tangled beard turned into twisted copper chains that coiled thrice along the hilt, with two copper bell-sized copper coins hanging at the end, chiming clearly without wind.

Though the entire knife bore no trace of ghost qi, its weighty presence exuded an overwhelming aura of slaughter.

With the broadsword in hand, Wang Henglie’s aura immediately shifted, his brutal demeanor spreading tangibly, his strong killing intent enveloping Yun Xiao oppressively.

"Taste my blade first!"

The blade moved like a rainbow, and the crimson blade light, like a blood moon across the sky, crashed down towards Yun Xiao with an unstoppable force.

At the same moment as he struck, the voluptuous woman suddenly sprang into action, a glint of cold light aiming directly for Hong Fuxiu’s brow.

The woman was, in fact, in cahoots with Wang Henglie; the so-called chase was nothing but an act.

Their plan was for the woman to get close first, then unexpectedly attack.

Of course, before they arrived, they didn’t know the people here were Yun Xiao and his group.

At this moment, the woman was only three zhang away from Hong Fuxiu, her unleashed glint was fast and urgent, making it nearly impossible to guard against.