The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Early the next morning, Shen Zixuan and the other two had packed up and were preparing to cross Liuguang Lake and head deeper into the other side.

But they saw Hong Bo and Old Man Qian limping in front of them. They were ragged, covered in dust and looked very embarrassed.

"Brother Shen, how are you?"

Hong Bo forced a smile, but there was a hint of bitterness in his tone.

"On our way back, we ran into the Howling Wolves again. We were cornered and had no choice but to flee back...

I hope that Fellow Daoist Shen can put aside the past grudges and allow the two of us to join the team."

"Yes, yes, thank goodness we ran fast, otherwise we would be in trouble."

Old man Qian smiled and nodded in agreement.

"As the saying goes, more people means more power. Although we two are average in strength, we can still help out a bit. Don't you think so, Brother Shen?"

Shen Zixuan looked at the two of them calmly, his gaze lingering on Hong Bo for a moment, and said lightly.

"Friend Hong, the injuries on your body..."

"It's okay, they are just superficial injuries, nothing serious."

Hong Bo waved his hand as if he was nonchalant, hiding the gloom that flashed across his eyes.

"I, Hong Bo, have been in the Tianheng Mountains for many years. I can at least be of some use. What do you think, Brother Shen?"

Shen Zixuan did not respond, and seemed reluctant to accept them again.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Meng Wan spoke at the right time, with a look of reluctance on her face.

"Brother Zixuan, they look so pitiful. Otherwise, let them join. Besides, Uncle Qian is right. More people means more strength."

Shen Zixuan then nodded and said it was nothing special.

"Since Sister Wan'er has spoken, the two of you should follow."

Hong Bo and Old Man Qian were overjoyed, "Thank you, Brother Shen!"

Shen Zihan watched from the side, feeling very dissatisfied.

What is Zhang Wan'er doing? It's enough to have her as a drag, but she also has to bring these two poor cultivators along.

But her brother had already agreed, so she didn't say much. She just glared at Old Man Qian and turned away.

The team hit the road again, but the atmosphere was very different from before.

Hong Bo realized that the focus of the team had quietly changed, with Shen Zixuan as the leader.

But he was powerless to change all this, so he could only suppress his resentment in his heart and silently follow Shen Zixuan, intending to see how this young man from a noble family would cross the lake.

As a result, Shen Zixuan summoned a flying boat and took everyone across Liuguang Lake smoothly. They stopped on the other side of the lake without encountering any risk.

After getting off the flying boat, Hong Bo almost collapsed mentally, and he took several deep breaths before he calmed down.

The wealth of these monks from aristocratic families is so great that they even have flying boats. It's really infuriating to compare yourself with them.

Old man Qian became more respectful when facing Shen Zixuan, Meng Wan and others.

Shen Zixuan put away the flying boat and led everyone towards a place where a cave might exist.

Although Hong Bo and Old Man Qian didn't know why Shen Zixuan chose this path, they were tactful enough not to ask any more questions and followed him quietly.

The few of them carefully avoided the monsters in the mountains and forests, traveled through mountains and rivers, and cut through thorns and bushes. Finally, after three days of hard work, they arrived at their destination - a deep valley.

The valley was shrouded in thick fog, and faint roars of beasts could be heard from the bottom of the valley, which was chilling.

Everyone looked around carefully, and their eyes finally fell on a steep cliff, where there seemed to be a hidden path leading to the bottom of the valley.

"Friend Hong, you are familiar with this area. Do you know where that path leads to?"

Shen Zixuan turned to look at Hong Bo and asked in a calm tone.

Hong Bo's heart shuddered, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

He looked up at the hidden path, and saw that the bottom of the cliff was pitch black and bottomless, like a huge mouth ready to devour people, which was daunting...

Hong Bo dodged his gaze and spoke hesitantly.

"This... this path is rugged and difficult to travel, and is shrouded in fog all year round. I have never been here before, and I don't know where it leads to."

After hearing this, Shen Zixuan stared at Hong Bo with a smile, and there was an unquestionable command in his tone.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble Daoist Brother Hong to go and explore the way."

Hong Bo immediately groaned in his heart. He understood that Shen Zixuan was using him to explore the way, but he did not dare to refuse openly. He could only roll his eyes and come up with a plan.

"Brother Qian, you are experienced, why don't you explore the way?"

Hong Bo turned to look at Old Man Qian, a genuine smile on his face.

When Old Man Qian heard this, he was so frightened that he waved his hand to refuse.

"Fellow Daoist Hong, you are joking. My limited Taoist skills are no match for yours. You should go ahead. I believe you will return safely."

"Old man Qian, you..."

Hong Bo was so angry that he gritted his teeth and was about to explode, but was interrupted by Shen Zixuan's cold snort.

"That's enough. Let Brother Hong explore the way. Go quickly and come back quickly."

Shen Zixuan's tone was cold and left no room for doubt.

Hong Bo knew he had no choice but to agree.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, took out a defensive spiritual weapon from his storage bag, and walked carefully towards the hidden path.

Shen Zihan looked at Hong Bo's back, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and she whispered to her brother.

"Brother, how can you let this guy explore the way? What if he..."

"Don't worry, he can't do anything tricky."

Shen Zixuan smiled faintly and didn't take Hong Bo to heart.

Hong Bo walked cautiously towards the bottom of the cliff, and his heart sank a little with every step he took.

The bottom of the cliff was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. The only sound was the whistling wind in your ears and the roars of beasts coming from the bottom of the valley, which made him feel depressed and terrified.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Hong Bo finally reached the end of the path.

He carefully stuck his head out and looked forward, but the scene in front of him made him stunned. A chill went straight up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head...

Shen Zixuan and others stood on the edge of the cliff, quietly waiting for Hong Bo's return.

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, an hour had passed, but Hong Bo was still nowhere to be seen.

Old man Qian began to get restless. He rubbed his hands, frowned, and kept muttering to himself.

"Why haven't you come back yet? Did something happen?"

His voice was trembling, and his tone was filled with worry.

Meng Wan was also a little worried. She looked at the sky, then at Shen Zixuan, and couldn't help asking.

"Brother Zixuan, should we go down and take a look?"

"No rush, just wait."

Shen Zixuan looked at the bottom of the cliff calmly, as if he could see through the thick fog.

Time passed minute by minute, the sun gradually moved higher, stretching the figures of the three people particularly long.

Old man Qian was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and kept muttering "it's over, it's over".

Meng Wan nervously grasped the corner of Shen Zixuan's clothes, Shen Zihan also began to feel uneasy, only Shen Zixuan remained calm.

Another half hour passed, and there was still no movement from below, and there was no news from the communication talisman.

"Let's go down and have a look."

Shen Zixuan finally spoke and patted Meng Wan comfortingly.

Meng Wan nodded vigorously, and smiled softly but with a hint of strength, "I'm not afraid as long as Brother Zixuan is here."

The three of them walked through the thick fog and followed the path to the bottom of the cliff.

As soon as I landed, a cold and damp breath hit me in the face, making me feel creepy.

"Cough cough..."

Old man Qian started coughing violently. He covered his mouth and nose, and his face changed drastically.

"Oh no! This isn't fog, it's poisonous miasma!"