Chapter 347 You Break the Formation

“That’s impossible!”

Nangong Ye cried out in disbelief, eyes filled with shock as he stared at Chen Fei.

Chen Fei simply grinned and shrugged.

“Looks like your little trick didn’t quite work out, huh?”

Nangong Ye’s face twisted with rage. He clenched his teeth so hard it seemed they might crack, his breathing growing ragged and furious.

“Senior Brother Nangong, don’t let him provoke you!”

Peach Blossom Fairy quickly stepped in, trying to calm him down.

Nangong Ye inhaled deeply, and though his eyes still burned with fury, he held back and stayed where he was. It was clear that his failed triple-cast had shaken his confidence.

Chen Fei scoffed at Nangong Ye’s cautious demeanor and opened his mouth to say more—but just then, his face darkened.

A thunderous rumbling echoed from deeper within the cave.

Spheres of flesh began rolling out from the darkness, dragging with them a nauseating stench that churned the stomach.

Even worse, just looking at them filled one with dread and disgust.

“What the hell are those things!?”

Chen Fei’s eyes widened. This was unlike anything he had ever seen—a full-on biological crisis from hell!

“It’s a Flesh Corpse Mountain!”

came the grim voice of Manfu (the Bruiser).

“Flesh Corpse what?”

Chen Fei asked, utterly baffled.

Manfu explained, his voice surprisingly scholarly:

“Evil cultivators love blood sacrifices and easy killings. Most of them pursue refined blood, but some walk other paths…”

Chen Fei instantly understood what Manfu meant.

Some practiced blood refinement—others corpse refinement.

These meatballs of horror were the byproduct of such a sinister path.

“Brother, shouldn’t we be focused on breaking the formation right now?”

Chen Fei muttered in frustration and launched a Thunder Palm toward the rolling meatballs.

But the strongest reaction didn’t come from the monsters—it came from Nangong Ye and Peach Blossom Fairy.

Peach Blossom Fairy’s face went pale as she immediately wrapped herself in swirling petals and darted backward without hesitation.

Nangong Ye vanished in a puff of dark mist, fleeing faster than a shadow at noon.

Seeing their reactions, Chen Fei quickly realized that zapping these meatballs might be a huge mistake.

And sure enough—when his Thunder Palm hit one, it burst apart violently. Chunks of rotten flesh exploded outward, filling the air with an unholy stench.

But worse—those scattered chunks began to swell and regrow, each one forming into a new flesh ball!

“Don’t break them apart! That just makes them multiply faster!”

Manfu shouted—but it was too late.

Chen Fei stared in disbelief.

“Well, if I can’t break them, then I’ll burn them!”

With a flip of his palm, the Five Elements Seal appeared, and he unleashed a wave of elemental fire over the incoming balls.

But it was useless.

Even his mighty flames couldn’t stop the rolling flesh. Worse still, more of them were emerging from deeper inside the cave.

If they were surrounded, even the stench alone might be enough to break a man’s mind.

“Heaven and Earth converge—borrow the power of the cosmos!”

Suddenly, a commanding voice rang out.

A graceful man in flowing robes appeared beside Chen Fei, a talisman pinched between two fingers.

With a flick of his hand, the talisman shot forward, hovering above the meatballs.

It ignited in midair—and a crackling sizzle echoed as black smoke poured out of the flesh.

“Thank heavens,”

Manfu sighed in relief.

“Chen Fei, this is Wuji Zi—Number Three of the Hidden Sect!”

Chen Fei turned to study the newcomer.

Wuji Zi’s face was cold and aloof, not the type to welcome small talk. But sensing Chen Fei’s gaze, he gave a small nod of acknowledgment.

“Chen Fei, right? I just received an order from the Sect Master:

Break the Blood Underworld Formation, and you’ll earn 500,000 merit points.”

That number made Chen Fei’s eyes light up.

Half a million?!

If not for Manfu vouching for this guy, Chen Fei might’ve been skeptical. But with that confirmation, he no longer had any concerns.

“Senior Brother Wuji, what about the other Hidden Sect disciples?”

Chen Fei couldn’t help asking.

A flicker of pride passed over Wuji Zi’s face.

“They underestimated us. Took some hits, yes—but none of us fell. Trust me, we’re not so easy to kill. Every one of us has crawled out of a bloodbath or two.”

Hearing that made Chen Fei’s heart settle.

After all, Hidden Sect disciples were hand-picked from the elite of Tianqing Sacred Land. If they fell this easily, they’d be a joke to the evil cultivators.

And Wuji Zi proved his worth: his talismans danced through the air, burning the flesh creatures with surgical precision.

“Kid! You’re Ziqing’s disciple, right?”

A gravelly voice echoed from the depths of the cave.

The ground trembled as a massive man emerged from the shadows.

Nangong Ye and Peach Blossom Fairy had the good sense to retreat immediately. Though they were from the same Holy Sect, they treated this man like a venomous snake.

Wuji Zi seemed unsurprised and calmly replied:

“Yes, he’s my master.”

The man sneered, eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

“Interesting… Didn’t expect his disciple to be this strong. This is going to be fun.”

But Wuji Zi’s expression didn’t change. He shook his wrist and summoned more talismans.

“My master recently passed down a new set of talisman arts. Let’s see if you, Lord Ru Lin, can handle it.”

Ru Lin?

Chen Fei’s brows rose in shock.

Wuji Zi sent him a mental transmission:

“Leave this guy to me. Your job now is to break the Blood Underworld Formation. If we don’t, no one’s getting out alive.”

Without hesitation, Wuji Zi launched a barrage of talismans. They ignited midair, swirling into a blinding array of spiritual fire. From deep inside the vortex, a thousand ghostly wails echoed.

“Great Infinite Seal! All evil—scatter!”

The formation began to spin wildly, lighting up the cave.

Chen Fei didn’t look back.

He turned and ran—straight toward the heart of the formation.

“After him!”

Nangong Ye spotted his retreat instantly and shouted.

Peach Blossom Fairy followed, still poised and graceful, but clearly reluctant to tread through the lingering stench. Petals circled her body, trying to shield her from the filth.

Chen Fei, meanwhile, was deep in thought.

The Blood Underworld Formation… Clearly the work of the Cult of Flesh and Blood. But if the Sect Master is asking me to break it—there’s got to be more to this than I know.

Still, this wasn’t the time for overthinking.

With grit in his teeth and fire in his heart, he surged toward the center of the formation—his speed leaving shadows in his wake.