Chapter 350 Fighting Side by Side

Amu stood reverently before the statue, and only after confirming it had returned to stillness did she bow deeply and shout:

“We respectfully send off the Ancestor!”

The cultists of the Ancestral Sect echoed the cry.

Amu then looked down at the small compass-like disk in her palm. It bore only four characters: North, South, East, and West—marking the directions. But at its center, a flickering red dot pulsed constantly, indicating the location of Saintess Ayue.

Her earlier frustration and confusion were replaced by relief. With this directional tool, finding someone in the vast, maze-like Mutuo region became much easier. If Chen Fei continued to hide, it would have been a drawn-out problem. But now…

Amu’s confidence surged.

“Everyone—follow me! We’re going to catch them!”

Inside the Purple Clear Palace—

Clouds of mist swirled around Chen Fei as he stood before the Void Heaven Cauldron, his hands moving through the alchemical process.

Barbarian Brother, watching nearby, grew increasingly serious.

Chen Fei’s technique was crude—far from the refined alchemical methods one would expect from a high-level pill master. If someone had claimed this method could produce a Supreme Great Restoration Pill, Barbarian Brother would’ve laughed outright.

Yet here they were.

Despite the unorthodox method, there hadn’t been a single error. On the contrary, the dense fragrance of pill essence now filled the chamber.

“Open!”

With a soft command, Chen Fei lightly slapped the cauldron. The Void Heaven Cauldron trembled, and a golden pill shot into the air. With a faint whoosh, it tried to escape.

Though only a head and soul remained of Qu’a, he widened his eyes in disbelief as he smelled the intense fragrance.

“You… you succeeded?”

Instinctively, he tried to snatch it—but was instantly met with a searing burn to his soul.

Chen Fei flicked his hand, and the pill spun in midair before returning neatly into his palm.

One glance was enough to tell the difference between an ordinary and supreme-grade restoration pill. The latter was distinguished by unique pill lines—the more, the better. A pill with three or more lines was considered a true Supreme Great Restoration Pill.

And the one Chen Fei had refined?

It had four pill lines.

“Perfect.”

Chen Fei smiled and tossed the pill to Barbarian Brother without hesitation.

Qu’a’s eyes bulged with desire. If he could take that pill, he could recover at least half his power!

Unfortunately, he could only watch as it landed in Barbarian Brother’s hand.

Barbarian Brother, shocked speechless, gave Chen Fei a deep look before swallowing the pill in one gulp. As the warm medicinal energy surged through his meridians, he didn’t waste time—he immediately sat cross-legged and began refining the energy.

“Hm? They actually tracked us down?”

Chen Fei’s brows rose, but he didn’t panic. In a flash, he stepped out of the Purple Clear Palace.

The moment he exited, a sharp wind came flying toward him.

He casually waved it aside, dispersing the attack, and looked up with a calm smile.

There they were—Amu and her people, surrounding him from all sides, expressions filled with murderous intent.

“Hand over Saintess Ayue, and I’ll give you a chance to escape.”

Amu stepped forward, confident now that she had Ayue’s exact location. There was no way Chen Fei could hide.

With so many elite warriors from the Ancestral Sect present, even if they had to use exhaustion tactics, they were sure they could bring Chen Fei down. That was Amu’s confidence.

But Chen Fei remained calm.

This situation was indeed dangerous. In one-on-one combat, he was confident he could kill anyone here. With Saintess Ayue as leverage, escaping wasn’t impossible.

However, the words of Wuji Zi echoed in his mind—this was a battle to the death. No matter what, the outcome of this conflict would bring consequences to the Ancestral Sect and even the Eastern Pavilion Kingdom.

If the Blood Underworld Formation was broken, the Ancestral Sect would suffer dearly. If it remained intact, then the Tianqing Sacred Land would be humiliated.

“You want her? Then come take her yourself.”

Chen Fei grinned and drew his Wufeng Greatsword.

What he needed now… was time.

The appearance of Wuji Zi proved that the rest of the Dark Sect was already aware and likely rushing to support him. Other evil sects would be drawn in too.

And as for Chen Fei—he was no longer fighting alone.

If Barbarian Brother could recover fully from the pill, he’d be a powerful ally.

But that still required time.

Amu’s eyes narrowed. After several encounters, she knew this man was far from simple. Despite being only at the Miao Realm, his strength rivaled that of a Ren Dao Realm cultivator. Most terrifying of all—he never seemed to tire.

Still, she had no choice.

“Kill him!”

With a wave of her hand, the Ancestral Sect elites—already itching to fight—rushed forward like shadows, unleashing lethal killing moves without hesitation.

When there’s a heavy reward, there will always be brave warriors.

This time, the bounty was too tempting to resist.

Chen Fei held his sword in one hand and raised his head sharply.

“Heaven Splitter!”

There was no fancy technique here—just pure, overwhelming force.

A straightforward, violent strike.

But it was precisely this kind of simplicity that was terrifying. The cultists who rushed in were thrown back just as violently, with no ability to resist.

Chen Fei didn’t retreat. He advanced.

Seeing this, Amu roared:

“You dare?!”

She took out another string of prayer beads—these of clearly superior quality, with each bead carved from polished white jade skulls.

With a flick of her wrist, the beads shattered. The jade skulls floated in front of her.

“Hundred Ghosts Devour!”

Green flames rose from the skulls, launching waves of spiritual assaults toward Chen Fei.

Chen Fei split another cultist in half with his sword, but then his body stiffened slightly.

The soul attacks struck his spiritual sea. Even with the Void Heaven Cauldron protecting him, the impact slowed him down.

“Now’s our chance—kill him!”

“Don’t get close—use spells!”

Seeing their opportunity, the cultists attacked with joy, using long-range spiritual techniques to suppress Chen Fei.

Whispers echoed as spectral faces formed from the shadows, shrieking as they rushed toward him.

They had numbers on their side, and Chen Fei—already impacted by Amu’s spiritual assault—was clearly in danger.

As the attacks closed in—

Sword light flashed.

Barbarian Brother had recovered!

His sword qi shredded the ghostly faces instantly. With a deep breath, he shouted:

“Swift!”

As he exhaled, the heads of several cultists exploded in front of him.

Amu’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. Her voice grew sharp:

“Don’t let him save Chen Fei! Stop him!”

Barbarian Brother only laughed.

“Stop me? You lot? Don’t make me laugh!”

Gone was the composed swordmaster.

Now he was pure aggression—a red streak crashing through the cultists like a bull.

One word described him perfectly:

“Barbaric.”