The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1214

Chapter 1214: Chapter 1211 Deliberate Framing Chapter 1214: Chapter 1211 Deliberate Framing “What's going on?” Fu Donglai asked in surprise as he looked at Shen Luo.

“Actually, the Yin-Yang Dual Qi Bottle was not in your Storage Ring to begin with. It was the Six-tusked Elephant King who, after refining your Storage Ring, pretended to take out the Yin-Yang Dual Qi Bottle from it,” Shen Luo said slowly.

Fu Donglai's complexion changed at first, followed by a frown. After a long while, he asked in bewilderment,

“The Second King intends to frame me? But why?”

“I can't say for certain, perhaps it's related to your Master wanting to secede from Lion Camel Ridge and establish Shituocheng on his own,” Shen Luo remarked.

Upon hearing this, Fu Donglai fell silent.

He felt that what Shen Luo had said was likely the truth, and indeed, his predicament had become the pretext for the other two Great Kings to pick a quarrel with his Master.

“If that's the case, they're definitely targeting my Master,” Fu Donglai suddenly realized.

“These three-headed fire lions are under the command of the Blue-haired Lion King, and the matter of the Yin-Yang Dual Qi Bottle is very likely the handiwork of the Six-tusked Elephant King. If indeed the two Great Kings have joined forces against your Master, this incident is probably just a minor part of their scheme, and there must be more moves to come,” Shen Luo also expressed his concerns.

“If that's really the case, the split of Lion Camel Ridge is imminent, and trouble could soon arise. No, I must return to Shituocheng as quickly as possible to inform my Master of this matter,” Fu Donglai said anxiously upon hearing this.

“Hold on, Elder Brother Fu. Do you have any evidence at hand right now? Relying merely on the word of this little demon, even if your Master believes you, will others? You might end up being counter-accused. Not only would you harm yourself, but also cause this innocent little demon to lose his life,” Shen Luo hastily stopped him.

Fu Donglai was about to speak when suddenly his face contorted in pain; his eyes promptly became bloodshot as the earlier exertion of his mana had agitated the Soul-scattering Nails, causing him to go weak at the knees immediately.

Shen Luo quickly helped him sit down, took hold of his shoulders, and transferred his mana into him, calming the aftermath of the Soul-scattering Nails.

After a good while, the blood faded from Fu Donglai's eyes, and the strange fluctuations in his body also subsided.

By this time, he had also calmed down and said to Shen Luo, “You're right. I can't rush to Shituocheng so recklessly. Even the disciples of my Master's lineage now see me as a traitor. If I go there, I'd only face pursuit and death.”

“It's good that you've thought it through,” Shen Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

“I must secretly make my way back. At the very least, I need to see my Master and inform him of the situation. As for whether he believes it or not, it doesn't really matter as long as it arouses some measure of defense,” Fu Donglai continued.

“You… Sometimes you're very clever, and other times you really are single-minded. Even if you want to go back, you need to find something concrete and useful, otherwise, I fear even your Master might not believe you,” Shen Luo said in exasperation.

Fu Donglai thought for a moment and felt that made sense. He asked, “Brother Shen, do you have any methods?”

“A method… well, there is one, but before we go, we must first make arrangements for this little guy,” Shen Luo said as he looked at the little demon.

“Mm,” Fu Donglai agreed.

After some questioning, they learned that the little demon had no kin in Lion Camel Ridge and were therefore compelled to send him out of the boundary of Lion Camel Ridge, finding a rarely visited mountain forest to settle him.

This was not something Shen Luo and the other did intentionally, but rather at the request of the little demon himself.

This little demon, called Little Whirlwind, seemed frail but possessed a strong mind, which allowed him to survive alone after his father and others were killed and to continue living in the Xuan Yang Cave until now.

The little demon's wish was simple: not to leave the place where he had lived since birth. However, with Lion Camel Ridge being fraught with danger, the safest option now was to settle him outside an eight-hundred-li range from Lion Camel Ridge.

On their way back, Fu Donglai turned to Shen Luo and said, “Now, tell me, what is your method?”

Shen Luo gave a mysterious smile, took out an exquisitely made jade bottle from his sleeve, and upon opening the bottle mouth, a gentle fragrance wafted out, followed by a tiny white insect the size of a rice grain flying out.

Shen Luo took out a red strand of hair from his sleeve and waved it in front of the little white worm.

The little white worm immediately danced around the hair, flying up and down in circles.

Then, a chanting sound unlike any ordinary spell came from Shen Luo's mouth.

Fu Donglai realized he had never heard it before, but the little worm seemed to be delighted, turning into a streak of light, and quickly vanished before the two of them.

“Brother Shen, what was that…” Fu Donglai was somewhat confused by his actions.

“That's a tracking Gu insect I got from the Divine Wood Forest. I just let it sniff the scent of those three-headed fire lions, and now it's off to find them for us,” Shen Luo explained.

“To seek out Xiong Ran, why are we looking for this guy?” Fu Donglai asked, puzzled.

“Don't you understand? That guy plotted to ambush you in the Xuan Yang Cave, but he failed to kill you and also realized there's an additional helper by your side, me. So, what do you think he will do next?” Shen Luo asked.

“Your emergence is a significant variable for him. If two Great Kings are instructing him from behind, he'll surely go to them to report the situation,” said Fu Donglai.

“Exactly, that's what I want,” Shen Luo chuckled with a “heh heh.”

Fu Donglai saw he was quite confident and couldn't help feeling a bit more reassured.

“Let's go, we have to follow quickly. If the distance becomes too great, we won't be able to use the secret technique,” said Shen Luo.

While speaking, he generated an Escape Light and flew off.

“If we are to track Xiong Ran, why didn't we do so earlier? So much time has passed; I'm afraid your Gu insect might not even be able to find him now,” Fu Donglai quickly followed and asked, not understanding.

“The three-headed fire lions may seem impulsive, but in fact, they are quite cautious. If we had started shadowing them right away, he might have been able to detect something with his cultivation level. By intentionally leaving this gap, we've given him time to treat his injuries and to check if someone was following him. Now as we track him, he will doubtless remain unaware. As for the tracking Gu insect… you can rest assured, it won't lose track,” Shen Luo chuckled and said.

After speaking, both men stopped talking and began to speed up their rush, their figures disappearing into the thick forest.

About a quarter of an hour later.

At the base of a mountain cliff near Lion Camel Ridge, Xiong Ran frowned, pacing back and forth as though waiting for someone, appearing somewhat impatient.

Xiong Ran was already feeling extremely frustrated from being inexplicably injured by Shen Luo, who had appeared out of nowhere.

Now, having waited for quite a while without seeing the person arrive, his expression grew even more unsightly.

Just as he could no longer contain his anger and was about to vent it by smashing his fist into the stone wall behind him, a light cough sounded.

Xiong Ran's body immediately stiffened, the irritated look on his face vanishing in an instant, replaced with a smile, but his pupils trembled slightly, revealing his immense tension.

“I pay my respects to the Great King,” Xiong Ran immediately said, clasping his fists.

The newcomer was wrapped in a black robe, wearing a deep-rimmed hood that completely concealed his face in the darkness.

Neither of them noticed a white grain in the loose soil under the cliff, resembling an insect egg, and they certainly were unaware that dozens of miles away atop a hundred-foot ancient tree, two people lay side by side, an ear against a palm-sized conch, listening to the sounds from their side.