Liu Zhenxiong helped Wu Teng to his feet. The four of them entered the villa together.
Shortly thereafter, Li Xuanming discovered a hidden door leading to the underground of the villa. They proceeded downwards.
Eventually, they arrived in the vast underground palace beneath the villa. The entire place was paved with pitch-black rocks. The air was thick with an ominous and demonic aura.
Orthodox cultivators would undoubtedly feel uneasy here. However, for a demonic cultivator like Chu Xuan, it felt as though he was in a blessed paradise.
In the center of the underground palace, a figure sat withered. His body was shriveled and emaciated. At first glance, he looked almost like a skeleton. It was quite unsettling.
The footsteps of Chu Xuan and his companions echoed through the chamber. The aged figure showed no reaction.
After a long pause, he spoke without lifting his head, "Again? How much blood do you plan to drain this time?"
Liu Zhenxiong exclaimed excitedly, "Master! It's me, Zhenxiong!"
The aged figure started, then suddenly looked up.
He saw Liu Zhenxiong, and beside him, Chu Xuan, Li Xuanming, and Wu Teng.
It was only then that Chu Xuan could see Wan Wuying's face.
This once vigorous Golden Core ancestor now resembled a skeleton.
His eye sockets were deep, his cheekbones pronounced.
He had been tormented by the Divine Star Sect for far too long.
"Zhenxiong..."
Wan Wuying's eyes widened, his expression one of shock.
Chu Xuan, Li Xuanming, and Wu Teng all bowed, "Disciples of the Infinite Sect, we greet Elder Ancestor!"
Wan Wuying was momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter.
"Heaven indeed does not forsake us! I never imagined that I, Wan Wuying, would see the day I could leave this place alive! Very well! You are all worthy sons of the Infinite Sect!"
Liu Zhenxiong declared solemnly, "Master, we will activate the formation now and rescue you!"
The flags of the formation were all exposed. It was designed to be impervious only from the outside.
Presumably, Mo Huanshan, the leader of the Divine Star Sect, never anticipated that someone would find Misty Manor, break the external formation, and kill the guarding cultivators. Finally, they stood before Wan Wuying.
Quickly, the four men removed the formation flags one by one. Liu Zhenxiong rushed forward to support Wan Wuying.
Li Xuanming took out a bottle of healing pills and offered it with both hands, "Elder Ancestor, your recovery is what matters most."
Chu Xuan also presented a bag of large blood pearls. Wan Wuying was delighted and swallowed the pills and blood pearls whole. His gaunt, withered body began to recover at a visibly fast rate.
Like a balloon being inflated, in the blink of an eye, Wan Wuying's face was no longer hollow and creepy. He regained some of the majestic presence of a Golden Core cultivator.
"Very good, very good! I recognize you; you are Li Xuanming, the last disciple personally taught by the First Ancestor. He always boasted to me about you, saying you possess the potential of a Golden Core. Today, upon seeing you, it is clear your talents and strengths are exceptional, and your disposition and character are also of the highest quality!"
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Wan Wuying laughed heartily. He gently patted Li Xuanming on the shoulder, his approval evident.
"I'm now free from my confinement, and Mo Huanshan will surely be aware. We must not delay; let us leave immediately. We can talk more on the way."
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