Chapter 81
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Chapter 81: The Mysterious Altar
The events that took place in the underground fighting arena quickly spread throughout the entire underground world of Jianghai City.
The dark forces of Jianghai City were all shocked.
Li Zhengrong was dead! The bald man was severely injured and in a coma, his life hanging in the balance!
These two were true big shots in Jianghai City, always surrounded by admirers wherever they went.
But they both had incidents happen to them at the same time!? Who did this?
It was said that it was the young man who had taken on forty opponents just a few days ago!
However, there were also reports that Li Xiaomo’s figure was seen in the underground fighting arena, suggesting that this incident had a significant connection to her as well.
Could it be that the mastermind behind the whole affair was Li Xiaomo?
Such speculation was quite reasonable. Originally, the dark forces in Jianghai City were in a state of three-way competition, but now two of the major powers had encountered problems, making the Qingyan Society, represented by Li Xiaomo, the biggest winner.
The underground world of Jianghai City was livelier than ever, with various small and large organizations discussing the matter.
They knew that from now on, the landscape of the underground world in Jianghai City was likely to change dramatically.
…
Li Xiaomo sat in her study, rubbing her temples, her expression not looking good.
Beside her stood a maid dressed in a tea outfit, who softly asked, “Miss, isn’t the current situation quite favorable for you? Why do you seem so unhappy?”
Li Xiaomo raised her head, her brows furrowed, and said, “Many people think like you, believing that after Li Zhengrong and the bald man fell, I would be the biggest beneficiary.”
“But in reality… the fall of just Li Zhengrong and the bald man won’t have a significant impact on their respective forces. At most, there will be a brief period of internal chaos.”
“They will soon elect a new leader.”
“When that happens, the new leaders of these two forces will inevitably seek revenge to demonstrate their strength and resolve to their subordinates.”
“And who will be the target of that revenge? According to the current public opinion, that would be me and the Qingyan Society.”
Li Xiaomo looked at the maid and said, “Now, do you still think I should be happy?”
The maid frowned and said, “But wasn’t it that Mr. Fang you mentioned who actually took action?”
Recalling Fang Yu’s coldness and brutality from last night, a hint of fear flashed in Li Xiaomo’s beautiful eyes as she forced a smile and said, “Mr. Fang could indeed be seen as a target for revenge, but he is just one person. Moreover, with his strength, he naturally doesn’t need to worry about any retaliation.”
“But for me and the Qingyan Society, we have a much larger target. If we confront those two forces head-on, the losses will be severe, and there may even be a fourth or fifth force that takes advantage of the situation and jumps in…”
Li Xiaomo did not continue.
Right now, she and the Qingyan Society had a lot of troubles to deal with.
It seemed like a form of karmic retribution; she had originally intended to use the secretly taken photo of the conversation to bind Fang Yu, making Li Zhengrong and the bald man believe that the Qingyan Society had recruited Fang Yu, and then leverage Fang Yu’s reputation to gain some benefits.
But unexpectedly, the current situation had turned the Qingyan Society into a target for everyone.
“Miss, actually, there is a very easy solution,” the maid suddenly spoke up.
“What do you mean?” Li Xiaomo looked at the maid and asked.
“That Mr. Fang is so powerful; why not find a way to make those two forces deal with him first? In that case, Mr. Fang would eliminate both of them,” the maid suggested.
Li Xiaomo’s beautiful eyes flickered, and she fell silent.
…
On Monday morning, Fang Yu did not attend class but took the high-speed train to the westernmost part of the Jiangnan mountain range.
Two hours later, Fang Yu arrived at the mountain range.
Long ago, the mountain range was a must-pass area for disciples of various sects to train, filled with demon beasts and many rare medicinal herbs.
However, as time passed, the demon beasts gradually became extinct, and now, there were probably no demon beasts left at all.
Moreover, the mountain range had transformed from a training ground into a three-A-level scenic area in the Jiuzhou Kingdom.
Fang Yu walked to the entrance of the scenic area and looked out to see a stretch of continuous mountains, shrouded in white mist, appearing quite mysterious.
Since today was not a holiday, there weren’t many people in the scenic area.
Fang Yu directly followed the pedestrian path, slowly making his way deeper into the mountain range.
There were many mountains in the range, with the highest being called Tianji Mountain, standing at six thousand four hundred meters.
Fang Yu took thirty minutes to reach the foot of Tianji Mountain.
Looking up, he could only see a sea of white mist; the peak of Tianji Mountain seemed to be above the clouds.
After the mountain range was developed into a scenic area, a pedestrian climbing path was built on Tianji Mountain for tourists.
Fang Yu thought for a moment and chose not to take the climbing path but instead began to ascend the steep cliff of Tianji Mountain!
His speed of ascent was rapid, each step gaining a meter in height, as if he were leaping up the cliff.
If anyone were to see this, they would surely scream in shock.
In less than an hour, Fang Yu reached the summit of Tianji Mountain.
At this moment, he was surrounded by white mist, with very low visibility.
Looking down at the base of the mountain, he could only see clouds.
The last time Fang Yu came here was about eight hundred years ago.
He could no longer remember the location of that tombstone.
Fang Yu had no choice but to walk around the peak of Tianji Mountain.
As he walked, he spotted a dilapidated tombstone and stopped in his tracks.
The tombstone was covered in moss, and the words inscribed on it had been worn down by time to the point of being nearly illegible.
‘Grave of Leng Xunshuang’
These five characters were carved by Fang Yu himself.
However, perhaps the carving was not deep enough, and now they appeared quite blurry.
Fang Yu stood quietly in front of the tombstone, simply gazing at it.
He was not someone who enjoyed reminiscing. Every time he did, he felt a suffocating sense of loneliness.
It was precisely for this reason that he had not come here for such a long time.
In fact, before meeting Ji Rumei, Fang Yu had not thought about Leng Xunshuang for a long time.
But the world is so strange; Fang Yu happened to meet Ji Rumei, who bore a striking resemblance to Leng Xunshuang.
And every time he saw Ji Rumei, he inevitably thought of Leng Xunshuang.
“The people from Ziyan Palace are still not dead; I truly did not expect that.” After standing for nearly half an hour, Fang Yu took a deep breath and spoke.
“But I promise I will find them all and spare not a single one.”
With that, Fang Yu turned and left.
On his way down the mountain, Fang Yu chose to take the climbing path.
The scenery of the Tianji Mountain scenic area was indeed quite nice, and it was very quiet without any tourists around.
When Fang Yu reached the halfway point of the mountain, he suddenly stopped.
He sensed an unusual aura.
A chilling sensation, though it lasted only a moment, was captured by Fang Yu.
He looked towards the outside of the climbing path, where there was a protruding rock wall that seemed to extend inward for some distance.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Yu leaped onto the rock wall.
Peering inside, Fang Yu’s expression changed slightly.
There was a table with many candles on it, and these candles were arranged in a strange symbol.
Behind the table, on the rock wall, hung a grotesque mask that appeared to be made of stone.
The reason it was described as grotesque was that the mask had protruding fangs and bulging eyes, resembling a ghostly face that exuded a sinister aura.
Fang Yu took a few steps forward and saw two bowls on the table. One bowl contained white powder, while the other held half a bowl of black-red liquid that looked like congealing blood. Next to the two bowls were many strands of intertwined hair.
“Is this an altar? Could it be another evil practitioner?” Fang Yu frowned, continuing to survey the surroundings.
The interior of this rock wall was filled with a heavy sinister aura, most of which emanated from the mask on the wall.
Looking at the mask, Fang Yu’s eyes flickered as he pondered.
The three items on the table—blood, hair…
Could that white powder be ashes?
Thinking of this, Fang Yu’s expression changed.
Was this altar meant for creating a corpse spirit?
The candles on the table were still burning, with less than half of the candle wax consumed.
This meant that someone had been here recently…
Just as Fang Yu was contemplating, a shadow suddenly flashed behind him.
The shadow approached Fang Yu silently, and a silver glint flashed in its hand, revealing a sharp blade aimed at the back of Fang Yu’s head!
