Chapter 303: Find Him

The appearance of the Eye of the Fallen God didn’t suppress everyone as expected—

Instead, it ignited hidden ambitions and treacherous thoughts among the crowd.

Standing silently at the rear, Chen Fei watched the scene unfold, the corner of his mouth lifting into a sly smirk.

Let the chaos begin.

The more chaotic it gets, the easier it is to blend in unnoticed.

Among everyone present, Peach Blossom Fairy wore the most worried expression.

She had only one goal in mind—to take back the black-and-red banner of the Blood Fiend Array from Chen Fei.

Only with the banner could the Holy Sect stand on equal footing with Tianqing Sacred Ground.

But with the Eye of the Fallen God now revealed, everyone—Duhuo Demon Lord included—was no longer hiding their greed.

Once they entered the core of the Bloodflower Underground Palace, inner conflict seemed inevitable.

And in that chaos, how could she possibly deal with Chen Fei and Leng Yue?

Her mind churned with anxiety, but things weren’t going to pause just for her concerns.

As the Eye of the Fallen God quivered slightly atop the stone platform, a crack split open below it.

Sealed demonic energy surged up from the depths—so intense that even the prepared Wang Fang nearly lost his footing.

“Such dense demonic energy!”

Duhuo Demon Lord’s eyes lit up. For him, this thick demonic aura was a precious tonic.

The rest of the cultivators didn’t hesitate—they all began absorbing the demonic energy.

Chen Fei raised his eyebrows.

Fortunately, he had the Void Heaven Cauldron. Otherwise, the clashing of spiritual and demonic energies could cause internal chaos, resulting in serious damage.

But with the Void Heaven Cauldron, these rampant demonic auras were like mice meeting a cat—swiftly refined into pure spiritual energy, even making his face look healthier and more radiant.

Conveniently, the character he was playing, Li Hun, was short on demonic energy after his injuries. So this act of absorbing energy was perfectly in character.

“Wang Fang, for this Bloodflower Underground Palace, I owe you a favor. Should your sect ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

Duhuo Demon Lord patted Wang Fang’s shoulder generously before leaping into the crack below the Eye.

Wang Fang nodded humbly. Once the Demon Lord descended, he led the Blood Cloud Sect in after him.

Chen Fei slowly opened his eyes, savoring the energy.

But now, with most people already diving into the rift, he couldn’t delay. He leapt down.

The moment he landed, his heart jumped.

Right in front of him was the grinning face of Duhuo Demon Lord, staring at him with amused interest.

This bastard really is cunning. He made it look like he rushed in first—but was actually hiding here, waiting to ambush whoever followed.

Luckily, Chen Fei’s disguise was flawless.

With the Void Heaven Cauldron maintaining his aura, not even the Demon Lord noticed anything unusual.

“Hmm? No one else?”

Duhuo’s smile stiffened. He looked up toward the crack.

No energy fluctuations—no one else had entered.

“I don’t know how Chen Fei managed it,” Wang Fang said. “But given how well he hides his presence, I’m guessing… he’s already blended in among us.”

Duhuo Demon Lord nodded.

“In that case, we’ll move as one group!”

The crowd’s expressions turned uncomfortable.

The Bloodflower Underground Palace had been buried for untold years. Just the demonic aura earlier proved it housed countless treasures.

They didn’t dare challenge the Demon Lord for the top treasures—but the smaller ones? They’d had their eyes on them.

Now, moving as a group under the Demon Lord’s orders meant they’d have no chance to act independently.

Still, strength ruled over sentiment.

No matter how reluctant they were, everyone said in unison:

“As the Demon Lord commands!”

Duhuo Demon Lord enjoyed this absolute control.

He sneered and said loudly:

“Chen Fei! You’d better behave! In front of this Lord, you have no chance of survival!”

Chen Fei remained calm and unremarkable in the crowd.

His gaze on the Demon Lord was filled with… pity, like watching a fool.

“Your wounds have mostly healed?”

A sudden voice cut in—Peach Blossom Fairy.

Chen Fei stiffened slightly.

This woman was trouble. Her seductive manner masked a sharp, calculating mind. If there was anyone Chen Fei didn’t want to face now—it was her.

“Much better.”

He rasped out hoarsely, staying cold and aloof.

Peach Blossom Fairy stared into his face, trying to pick up any clues.

But Chen Fei remained stone-calm, showing no flaws under her scrutiny.

“Be careful,” she said, then turned away.

Chen Fei exhaled quietly.

He knew he’d been marked by her.

One slip, and his identity would be instantly exposed.

I’ll need to be extra cautious from here on out.

The core area of the Bloodflower Underground Palace was much simpler than the outer regions.

Ahead of them stretched a long corridor.

Before long, they reached the end—where a broad plaza lay beyond.

Silhouettes stood silently across the plaza.

As the group examined the figures, the torch stands surrounding the plaza suddenly ignited, their flickering yellow light casting a sinister glow.

To the Demon Lord and his ilk, however, this eerie atmosphere felt oddly familiar.

“These are… the Fallen God Guardians?”

Duhuo Demon Lord’s brow furrowed, holding back from acting rashly.

According to legends, the Fallen God Guardians were impervious to all weapons and elements. Once awakened, they would relentlessly slaughter any living thing until none remained.

Only those wielding the power of the Fallen God could command them.

Among everyone here, Wang Fang was clearly the most likely candidate to wield that power.

“If those really are the Fallen God Guardians… the Blood Cloud Sect’s strength might skyrocket,”

Duhuo Demon Lord said with a half-smile, looking at Wang Fang.

Wang Fang’s face remained tense.

“Legends are just legends. We saw something similar during the Blood Burial Secret Realm—and the guardians weren’t nearly as terrifying as claimed.”

“This plaza is covered in Sinking Water,” Wang Fang continued.

“Once touched, it throws your energy into chaos. The more you struggle, the weaker you become—until you sink and die.”

His voice was serious.

This Sinking Water was known as the bane of cultivators—whether demonic or spiritual. Once touched, it ruined your flow of qi and crippled your cultivation.

“Sinking Water?”

Even the Demon Lord looked serious.

Not even he dared touch such a thing recklessly.

“Since you know so much, how do we get across?”

Duhuo’s tone grew slightly cold—there was a veiled threat in his words.

But Wang Fang smiled as if he didn’t notice.

“Actually, it’s not difficult at all.”

As he spoke, he tossed out a wooden plank, then leapt lightly onto it.

The plank floated steadily on the Sinking Water.

“Just use anything that can float. As long as you don’t touch the water itself, you’ll be fine.”