Chapter 652 - 310: Threat from Outside

The moon rises over the sea, casting a radiant glow.

The sound of water drops echoing in the air, mingling with the scent of earth and blood.

You Su stepped forward, and through the gaps between the branches, the pure moonlight shone down, illuminating the corpse hanging on the tree with a ghostly pallor.

A rope hung around Huang’s neck, his head sagging lifelessly while his hands were planted in the ground like inverted spikes, with blood steadily flowing from the gashes on his arms.

You Su instinctively clenched his fists, his knuckles protruding.

He anticipated that this fight for the immortal island would be filled with bloodshed, but he didn’t expect it to come so swiftly — it’s only the first day, yet he already encountered a corpse on this solitary island.

He looked around, with the tree Huang was hanging on as the center, the ten-meter radius had no vegetation growing, only dark soil. The cracked and indented surface, the scattered footprints, and the traces of blood were enough proof that this was a battlefield.

Clearly, it was just today that he got acquainted with this modest cultivator. Their encounter was brief, yet You Su had a deep impression of him.

He was devoid of selfishness; his attitude towards treasures showed contentment. Perhaps he would not make a great seeker of the path, yet he would certainly be a great senior brother, the kind of disciple that teachers would be reluctant to criticize.

The two parted while smilingly discussing his first departure from the island, and yet he didn’t even have the chance to tear apart that teleportation talisman...

When a person dies, their light is extinguished. He had already decided to retreat at the right moment, even having no intention towards heritage. He was just a mere opportunist, why did he end up facing mortal peril?

In the silent night, only You Su’s heavy breathing echoed.

Vendetta?

You Su realized that such was unlikely. Huang was just a remote cultivator, with a character visibly good, how could he have such deep entangled grudges?

Could it be a dispute over some matters?

This didn’t make sense... even when Huang politely asked him for the Floating Light Grass, how could he end up in a dispute with others?

Thinking of the Floating Light Grass, You Su hurried to his back, only to find that the sack he carried had vanished.

Indeed, was it greed that incited robbery and murder...

Such occurrences in the Cultivation Realm weren’t uncommon, but rather commonplace. Yet due to You Su either confining himself in Chuyun City or residing within Zhongyuan’s largest sect, Profound Sky Sect, he had minimal exposure to the sector’s dark aspects.

Yet You Su felt something amiss... If it was merely for Huang’s findings, why go to the extent of murdering him? Let him leave, or give him a chance to tear the teleportation talisman to leave the island, wouldn’t that suffice? Why go to the lengths of severing his hands and displaying him for sheer fury?

You Su was puzzled, gazing at the immortal island half-shrouded in moonlight, experiencing deep unease.

Drawing the Mo Song Sword, with a flash of the sword, Huang’s corpse fell.

You Su caught him firmly, closed his death-staring eyes, a bitter pang in his heart.

The world lost another good person, alas the deceased is gone, and You Su couldn’t possibly pursue justice for a mere acquaintance.

With fingers deftly working and lips moving subtly, a skill coalesced, and the ground underfoot naturally softened; You Su, having marked an area earlier, easily dug out a grave.

This Soft Soil Skill was one of the techniques he recently learned, intended for escape from cave entrapments, yet he didn’t anticipate its first use to be for grave digging.

Just as You Su was pulling Huang’s corpse, a cloud drifted before the bright moon, completely veiling the immortal island in darkness.

You Su’s dark-pupil eyes had numerous applications, even on the night they killed Mr. Ling, he realized his dark pupils granted night vision, but this night vision was not absolute, merely capable of perceiving living things.

Or rather... any object with temperature.

In complete darkness with no living beings, You Su relied on his divine sense, only to be astonished by the reduced probing range!

During the day, he could see ten meters, but now in this night, it shrunk to merely eight meters...

Such circumstances incited fear within him, Mr. Zhengyang purposely made the night more perilous.

He had no choice but to concentrate his divine sense, vigilant against any rustle or disturbance.

Yet, he was inherently blind, his hearing far surpassing ordinary cultivators.

As You Su dragged Huang’s corpse into the grave, the sound of rustling emerged, and despite his crouched position, he immediately entered a combat-ready state, muscles primed.

In the darkness faint silhouettes could be discerned, one tall and one short, tightly together, appearing as one.

"Senior brother, the noise came from over there!"

You Su vaguely saw the shorter silhouette point towards his direction.

"Go check it out." The taller cultivator nodded.

You Su felt slightly perplexed; he indeed made noises digging, but these two didn’t have any lighting tools, yet came quickly as if completely unaffected by the darkness, directly to him.

Even the Third Elder expressed astonishment at You Su’s divine sense strength, noting its reach Matched Condensed Water Upper Realm levels, a discovery You Su knew was a mere result of concealment. He himself didn’t know the reasons, guessing it to relate to those fragmented memories.

Yet even with his probing range at merely eight meters, these people couldn’t have possibly sensed him from such a distance. How could they dare to so brazenly approach the place in the dark, where people were present, not fearing ambush?