The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 926

Chapter 926: 923 Chapter: The Cunning Sparrow Lies in Wait Chapter 926: 923 Chapter: The Cunning Sparrow Lies in Wait “Brother Shen, can this demon be trusted? Let's not be led into a trap,” Bai Xiaotian said with some concern as he looked at the bottomless fissure on the seabed and transmitted his voice.

“Don't worry, Brother Bai, it has already been marked with the Spiritual Communication Seal by me, and now it is my spirit beast, completely under my control. Should it harbor any ill intentions, I would sense it beforehand,” Shen Luo transmitted back.

Bai Xiaotian, upon hearing this, showed a look of surprise on his face.

The Art of Spirit Communication to tame demons is practiced by various sects, but to subdue a demon of equal cultivation level in such a short time is truly unbelievable.

“Brother Shen claims that he has been cultivating alone all these years, yet he knows more divine powers and secret techniques than I do. It seems he harbors many secrets, and is far from an ordinary freelance cultivator,” Bai Xiaotian silently sighed to himself, but was also happy for his friend Shen Luo for having such good fortune.

The two of them then entered the crevice on the seabed, closely following the Mirror Fiend.

The crevice was winding and twisting, and they descended following the demon for a quarter of an hour before stopping.

Here, the fissure was very wide, measuring dozens of feet across, and it had also reached its lowest point, revealing a hidden cave under the sea in front of them.

This cave was no longer dark; a faint white light shone through, and the depths were winding and complex, making it impossible to see the bottom from the entrance.

“The Tear Demon is inside. Master, I don't know why you want to deal with the Tear Demon, but could you please spare her life? Your humble servant would be eternally grateful for your grace!” the Mirror Fiend suddenly knelt before Shen Luo with a “plop,” pleading with tear-filled eyes.

“Rest assured, I have no intention of harming the Tear Demon. I merely seek her help with a matter,” Shen Luo said with a faint smile.

“Thank you, Master, thank you!” The Mirror Fiend broke into smiles through tears, profusely thanking Shen Luo while bowing repeatedly.

Shen Luo paid no heed to the Mirror Fiend and looked up at the deep cave, pondering for a moment before taking out a stack of formation flags and discs, the Liangyi Micro Dust Array given to him by the Black Bear Demon.

Having obtained this Array, he had yet to use it. Now that the Tear Demon's cultivation had reached the Great Mahayana Stage, it seemed like a good opportunity to test the Liangyi Microdust Illusion Array.

He quickly set to work at the cave entrance, and as Bai Xiaotian also had some knowledge of Array Techniques, he stepped forward to help.

At this moment, tens of thousands of miles away from Shen Luo on a coral island in the sea, the Zhen surnamed man and his party of six stood silently, anxiously awaiting someone.

A moment later, a speck of silver light appeared on the distant horizon. But in the next instant, the silver light flashed and arrived in front of the six people with unbelievable speed–it was a silver-colored flying shuttle, over a dozen yards in size.

Two figures stood atop it, one a teenager holding a white fan, and the other a chubby red-robed monk wielding a golden Chan Stick, emitting a bright golden light that could be felt from afar due to its profound and heavy pressure.

The White Fan Youth was none other than Young Master Min, whom Shen Luo had encountered earlier at the One Medicine House on Liubo Island.

“Zhen Nanru, why did you summon me here? What's the matter?” the White Fan Youth asked with an arrogant look on his face.

He was the Minor Sect Leader of the East Sea Jinyang Sect. Although the Jinyang Sect could not compare with great factions like Mount Putuo or Hua Sheng Temple, its power was significant, with Mahayana monks within its ranks. He naturally felt a sense of superiority towards freelance cultivators like the Zhen surnamed man.

Seeing the White Fan Youth's manner, the Zhen surnamed man and his companions felt indignant, but since they needed his help, they did not show it.

“If I have asked Young Master Min to come, naturally, it is a matter of great importance. And who might this master be?” the Zhen surnamed man chuckled, his gaze shifting to the red-robed monk beside him.

The monk had an unfathomable presence, compelling his attention.

“This is Master Bao Xiang from Xuan Gui Island, a good friend of my father, who is helping me with a certain matter, so he came along,” the White Fan Youth replied disdainfully to the Zhen surnamed man's antics, but since the red-robed monk was an elder, he couldn't just ignore the introduction.

The Zhen surnamed man and his companions had all heard of the renowned Master Bao Xiang, who was well-known on the East Sea Maritime Route and had reached the Mahayana Stage. However, this monk rarely ventured out, so not many knew him personally.

“So it is Master Bao Xiang, Junior and company pay their respects.” The group of people hastily performed a salutation.

“Fellow Benefactors are too kind.” The red-robed monk was very amiable, showed no airs, and returned their gesture with his hands together.

“Alright, let's skip the pleasantries, what's the matter for which you invited me here?” the White Fan Teenager said with great impatience.

“Does Minor Sect Leader Min still remember that Shen fellow we encountered at One Medicine House in Liubo City?” The man with the surname Zhen spoke directly, not beating around the bush.

“That wretch! He caused me to lose face in front of everyone, deserving of a thousand deaths! It's just a pity that I had pressing matters that day and didn't seek him out on Liubo Island to settle the score. Now, what, do you have his whereabouts?” Upon hearing this, the White Fan Teenager's face turned cold as he spoke.

“Indeed, we just encountered that man. He…” The man with the surname Zhen briefly explained their recent encounter with Shen Luo as well as their subsequent plans, not hiding their intention to repay kindness with malice.

On the East Sea Maritime Route, moral values were shallow and such matters were all too common.

“What! A Great Mahayana Stage Tear Demon!” After hearing this, the White Fan Teenager hadn't responded yet, but Zen Master Bao Xiang's eyes lit up with surprise, exclaiming aloud.

“That's right, that Tear Demon just achieved the Great Mahayana Stage.” The man with the surname Zhen nodded and said, secretly pleased.

Seeing Zen Master Bao Xiang's interest in the Tear Demon was significant, and they thought if they could get him on board, this mission would be foolproof.

“Good, since that demon is present, I and Minor Sect Leader Min can lend you a hand. You can take whatever else you want, but the Tear Demon must be handed over to me,” Zen Master Bao Xiang said, his eyes shining brightly with excitement.

“No problem,” replied the man with the surname Zhen and his companions. They had no particular interest in the Tear Demon and immediately agreed.

“Since Master Bao Xiang has agreed to assist you, I, Min, naturally will not refuse. After the deed is done, I want that Shen fellow and half the treasure in the seabed cave,” the White Fan Teenager also stated.

“No problem,” the man with the surname Zhen and his companions agreed with some pain, but knowing they would still gain half of the treasures in the cave, they considered it a substantial harvest.

“In that case, everyone board my Cloud-piercing Shuttle, we depart immediately, else we risk complications!” Zen Master Bao Xiang seemed very eager, making a gesture that increased the size of the remaining silver shuttle by twofold.

The man with the surname Zhen and the others quickly boarded the shuttle. With a flash of silver light, the shuttle transformed into a silver shooting star, racing off into the distance.

…

In front of the seabed cave, Shen Luo and Bai Xiaotian were still setting up the formation.

Even though the Liangyi Micro Dust Formation was a simplified version, it was still very complex. The two had been busy for half an hour and had barely set up half of it.

“Master, people are coming, quite a few of them!” the Mirror Fiend by the side suddenly looked up into the sky, a flash of cold light in her eyes as she spoke.

She had lived in this section of the seabed cave for many years, deploying numerous sensing methods within the seabed fissures for safety.

“Who is coming?” Shen Luo's eyebrows furrowed.

The Mirror Fiend took out the Blue Mirror, her hands swiftly forming seals. After a few flashes from the mirror, it revealed the images of seven or eight figures, none other than Zhen Nanru, the White Fan Teenager, and their group.

Shen Luo, whose mind was astute, realized in a flash why Zhen Nanru and the others had followed them–it seemed they aimed to play the role of the mantis stalking the cicada, with two additional allies to boot.

He sneered and took out the Liangyi Micro Dust Talisman, throwing it into the half-set Illusion Array.

The Illusion Array immediately burst into bright white light, enveloping the entire cave entrance.