Chapter 152: The Trap

Judging from just now, the sect master was merely putting on an act with him; he wasn't running away at all, but rather intentionally luring him into this trap.

Lin Hao's guess was entirely correct. This pool of lava was the most formidable lethal formation within the sect-protecting grand array.

Because Lin Hao had used brute force to directly shatter the sect-protecting grand array, some of the smaller formations inside had instantly vanished into nothingness.

Only this single formation remained, the most severe of them all. The lava within it was hot enough to incinerate even a cultivator in the Deity Transformation stage in the blink of an eye.

This lava had been accidentally acquired by the founding ancestor of the Red Lotus Sect back in the day. When the ancestor eventually ascended to immortality, he didn't take it with him, leaving it behind instead as a safeguard to protect his descendants.

Having served as a steward in the Gu family for so long, he considered himself quite a seasoned and shrewd man, yet at this moment, he truly had no idea what to do.

Previously, Ye Xiu's cultivation realm was too low, and he had not realized how crucial the comprehension of martial arts techniques and martial Dao principles truly was. Having recently come to this realization, Ye Xiu had already devoted a considerable amount of time and focus to this aspect.

"Ah-Jin, you should stay out of matters here. The Prosperity Group stops at nothing to do evil, turning Jiangcheng completely upside down. Now they've even meddled in the disaster-stricken area, and Zhao Yuyi's father was even murdered by them. I'm afraid they are about to bring a lawsuit upon themselves," Lu Zifan said upon seeing this, stepping forward hurriedly to stop her.

Jun Jiuyuan smiled faintly, handed her a bowl and chopsticks, poured her a cup of steaming hot soy milk, and then handed her a Chinese cruller.

"Ugh." Thinking of the night he came back carrying a bag, and how he had even been kicked in the rear by Nan Feng, Han Beicheng still felt a lingering, dull ache at the thought.

Just as Ye Xiu's mind was shaken and his thoughts complexly and secretly warned himself that he must strive to become stronger, Long Wu by his side also snapped back to his senses, looking toward Ye Xiu with a hint of astonishment.

If Feng Zheng used this stuff to compress her face every day, those people would definitely swarm over to inquire endlessly, and her face mask would have built a reputation before she even officially produced it.

Aside from watching television, she spent her time playing video games, utterly addicted to them, completely unaware that the appearance of Nan Feng had diluted her obsession with pursuing an overbearing CEO.

"Nan Feng, well done." Han Beicheng glanced over and gave a thumbs-up. He knew Nan Feng was exceptionally ruthless, but seeing that this man had been beaten until one eye was blinded, all his teeth were pulled out, and one leg was broken, he knew Nan Feng was furious because this person had intended to retaliate against Qiao Hanxie behind the scenes.

Moreover, his internal injuries were extremely special and very concealed. Ordinary people simply could not detect them at all. Even if a regular doctor took his pulse carefully and examined him thoroughly, they wouldn't be able to find anything, because they did not belong to any specific illness and did not present clear symptoms or pulse patterns.

Even the young waiter who had worked at Hechang Restaurant for years and seen all kinds of people from all walks of life had never seen anyone who could eat as much as Wang Le.

"You've been acting the whole time." Muyuan lowered his head in annoyance and continued working alongside Wangchen.

"Did you ask me first?" Mo Manyuan shouted loudly from behind, assuming a fighting stance to restart the battle.

Uncle Kong walked out. I had never seen him act this way before, nor did I have any idea what kind of treasure this was—the one Golden Pig Brother claimed could only be seen inside by using the Ghost Eyes.

Han Luo felt as though he were enveloped in a dense fog and completely out of wits. What on earth was going on? Wan Xiao's excitement and unusually fervent "courtesy" took him completely by surprise.

Ye Tianjun clenched his fists, only to find that his palms were slick with sweat. He desperately wanted to escape from this ghostly place, but he saw that Song Boyu's gaze had never left him from beginning to end. At that moment, he felt like committing suicide—was he really here to make an example of others, or was he just delivering himself to be tortured?

After saying that, the middle-aged woman turned around and walked away. It was only then that I noticed she was carrying an empty bag in her hand. Judging by the time of day, she must have just gone out to buy groceries.

"This... this student is untalented and has never laid eyes on such an item before, having only heard vague rumors about it in the trade... If this student guesses correctly... this thing might be the legendary 'Yin-Yang Ghost Casket'. However, my learning is truly superficial, and I dare not jump to conclusions lightly. I hope you, Teacher, will correct me!" Uncle Kong said.

"Sigh..." Letting out a faint sigh, Ye Qing looked at her with a calm expression. "To be honest, if you hadn't provoked me, I really hadn't planned on doing anything to you. But just look at what you've actually done?"