Chapter 111 The Ancient Immortal Clan Ruin (2/2)

”Those who went in days ago aren't out yet, eh? It's so hot. Shall we go in and have a look?”

”What's the rush? Let's wait a bit longer. Wait for them to kill each other off. Then we can grab what's inside.”

”Wait a bit longer? It's so hot out here. If we wait any longer, the treasures will all be gone... ”

It was now summer and they were in a desert. Xiao Chen's back was already drenched with sweat. Yet he continued to hesitate. Luo Shangyan understood his dilemma and tugged gently at his sleeve. ”Don't worry about me. Let's go.” Gazing at her, Xiao Chen nodded. ”Alright. Don't ever leave my side.”

The two of them held each other's hand and walked into the oasis. Once inside, after nearly two kilometers, they seemed to be in a whole new world altogether. The temperature had plummeted. Even the sky had changed color. It was no longer reddish but pure blue, like a lake.

The Spiritual Qi all around was rich and abundant. Ancient trees soared into the sky. There were countless strange and rare plants and flowers. One particular flower towered over even an adult man. Its petals were garishly red, with a strange scent.

For some reason, Xiao Chen found this place unspeakably bizarre. This could not have been an Ancient Immortal Clan ruin as rumored.

If it was, they should see dilapidated palaces and buildings despite the passing of the years. They strolled on unconsciously for another six kilometers. Then, he detected the faint stench of blood. The more they went, the heavier the stench. There were many dead bodies by the wayside.

From the appearances of these corpses, they must have been people who had entered the oasis lately. The wounds on their bodies were smooth and direct. They had been slain by flying swords. It must have been a carnage between two feuding sects. What was strange was that these bodies all seemed shriveled, as if their blood had been sucked dry.

Suddenly, the ear-deafening sounds of a carnage rang out nearby. Xiao Chen raised his head and gazed out. He suddenly detected two bands of fighting cultivators in a wood, each with around 100 men. They were all expert fighters. Flying swords swarmed the sky and everyone was executing magic powers. The alarming upheaval had almost wrecked the entire wood.

Xiao Chen had no idea where these people were from. He was afraid that he might get implicated into the fight and pulled at Luo Shangyan to leave. Suddenly, he heard a voice chanting, ”Amitabha... ”

Looking back, he discovered a red-robed young monk stepping over in mid-air from the other end of the wood. He landed among the fighters. He had a bronzed complexion and looked muscular and robust. If he hadn't been a Buddhist monk, he might be mistaken for a butcher.

A brown rosary was in his hand as he said slowly, ”Please stop, almsgivers. Don't lose your sanity because of the Demonic Flower. There are no magic treasures here... ”

Before he could finish, a cultivator with bloodshot eyes pointed at him and cried out hatefully, ”You bald ass from Wuyin Monastery! You have trailed us for a day and a night. What do you want? So what if we slaughter one another?”

”Amitabha... ” The monk chanted Buddha's name and continued, ”Living in the three realms is like living in a burning house. Everyone with a physical body suffers. As a monk, I really don't want to see more slaughter and sin... ”

The two men beside him heard his longwinded yabber and pointed their swords at him. ”You stinking bald ass! If you yabber anymore, we will send you to see Buddha himself!”

”Amitabha... ” The monk shook his head. ”Stubbornness is an illusion. Why should you almsgivers cling on to an illusion... ”

The people from both sides could not stand it anymore. Before he could finish, dozens of Immortal's Swords soared into the sky, hacking at him.

Greatly shocked, Xiao Chen immediately exclaimed, ”Be careful, Your Reverend!”