Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1362: Chapter 763 Prison_3

He was new here, unfamiliar with everything, and had to hide from the monster cultivators, so he wandered around somewhat dazed.

As for the formations...

The entire Valley of Ten Thousand Demons had a strict array of formations, but the prison here was divided into many small cells, with relatively independent formations.

In a short time, Mo Hua found it difficult to start from the layout of formations to reverse the structure of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

”A bit troublesome...”

Mo Hua sighed inwardly.

He had no choice but to retrace his steps, returning to the initial prison cell.

Inside the cell, Little Wood and Ling Huxiao were already awake.

But their expressions were somewhat bewildered, evidently unaware of what had happened, where they were now, or where this place was.

Little Wood, looking at Ling Huxiao with a pale face, said, ”Brother Linghu, where is this place?”

Ling Huxiao shook his head, ”I don’t know either.”

His expression remained cold, but there was a slight panic in his eyes, only managing to maintain a facade of calm.

Then he asked, ”Junior Brother Mu, do you remember anything?”

Ouyang Mu honestly shook his head, ”I don’t remember anything. I only remember that I was cultivating in the sect, then forged a sword for a while, had a meal, relaxed at the Disciple’s Residence, took a nap, and when I opened my eyes, I was here...”

Ling Huxiao frowned.

Ouyang Mu asked, ”Senior Brother Linghu, how did you get here?”

Ling Huxiao pondered for a moment and sighed slightly, ”Someone gave me a letter, saying that you ventured alone into Refining Demon Mountain to forge a Spirit Sword for me, and then you disappeared...”

”I was suspicious but thought how I should verify it, so I went into Refining Demon Mountain to have a look. But who’d have guessed, as soon as I entered the mountain, I ran into a few monster cultivators...”

”I... couldn’t beat them.”

Ling Huxiao felt a bit unwilling and sighed, ”Eventually, I was captured by them, and when I woke up, I was here.”

Ouyang Mu said apologetically, ”Sorry... it’s my fault for luring Brother Linghu into a trap.”

Ling Huxiao shook his head, ”It’s my own stupidity, it has nothing to do with you.”

”Just unsure...” Ling Huxiao frowned, ”What these monster cultivators intend by capturing the two of us...”

Earlier, when in the hands of monster cultivators, he thought it was just bad luck.

Thinking about it now, it was a premeditated plan by someone to capture him and Junior Brother Mu as ”hostages.”

”Not just the two.” Ouyang Mu said.

Ling Huxiao was taken aback.

Ouyang Mu pointed to the adjacent cell, ”Seems... there’s another one.”

Only then did Ling Huxiao notice that in the cell separated from theirs, amidst a messy heap of straw, there lay another person.

At this moment, Song Jian finally awakened.

He opened his eyes, glanced around, and immediately yelled:

”What scoundrels dare to sneak attack me?! And bring me to this broken and stinking place?”

”Don’t you know my identity?”

”I am the mighty Song of the Sever Gold Sect...”

Before he finished, he suddenly saw Ouyang Mu and Ling Huxiao beside him.

Song Jian frowned, ”Who are you people?”

He spent his days at the Sever Gold Sect, surrounded by cronies, feeling impressive, not remembering or caring which disciples belonged to other sects.

Therefore, he didn’t recognize Ouyang Mu and Ling Huxiao.

Of course, the only disciple from another sect he consistently remembers is —

Mo Hua, whom he has a vendetta against, a grudge of ruined swords, an irreconcilable rivalry...

Even if Mo Hua were reduced to ashes, he would recognize him.

Ouyang Mu whispered, ”I, I am...”

Before he finished, Ling Huxiao’s gaze turned cold, looking at Song Jian, ”You’re a Sever Gold Sect scumbag?”

Ling Huxiao, who had monsters stolen from him by the Sever Gold Sect in Refining Demon Mountain, held resentment against them.

Upon hearing the word ”scumbag,” Song Jian’s fury surged:

”Who are you, to dare to look down on my Sever Gold Sect?”

Ling Huxiao immediately snorted, ”Your Sever Gold Sect, from top to bottom, is filled with nothing but scum. Calling you junk is complimenting you!”

Song Jian gritted his teeth, ”Fine, if only my sword was at hand...”

Upon mentioning this, his heart wrenched with pain again.

His sword wasn’t simply out of reach; it had been snatched by that despicable lowlife and destroyed!

Song Jian took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and continued:

”If I had my sword, I’d surely let you taste the power of my Sever Gold Sword Jue!”

”Sever Gold Sword Jue?” Ling Huxiao sneered coldly, dismissively, ”A mere chicken’s sword technique. The Sever Gold Sect junk that fell into my hands, there were twenty if not eighteen.”

Song Jian was stunned.

This youth is so strong? What background?

Must be boasting...

Who wouldn’t engage in empty bragging?

Young and arrogant, Song Jian wouldn’t back down, immediately boasting:

”Arrogant words! I can take on ten of you!”

Hearing this, Ling Huxiao remained calmly indifferent, without a hint of anger, retorting:

”Fine, if we get out, I’ll see how many moves you can last against me...”

As the two argued, heavy footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the cell.

The three’s hearts skipped a beat; they held their breath and stayed silent.

After a while, accompanied by the sound of chains, the formation flickered slightly, the lock clicked open, and a tall monster cultivator in a black robe walked in.

He glanced viciously at the three, grinning to reveal his fangs.

Ling Huxiao’s gaze sharpened.

Song Jian’s heart trembled.

”Is... a monster cultivator?!”

His face, already pale, suddenly turned even whiter.