Chapter 396: Don't Worry, I'll Send You to Join Your Family Underground

Before the cave entrance,

Xu Sanyan gestured with his chin. “You go in first.”

“Yes,” the woman replied, striding into the long, fog-filled tunnel. The interior was pitch-black, utterly devoid of light.

Xu Sanyan strained his eyes, but could only see a few meters ahead.

“Mommy~”

Gazing into the oppressive darkness, the child grew increasingly terrified. He had never been here before.

The woman’s unfocused eyes sharpened slightly, a flicker of clarity returning to her expression. She patted the child’s back reassuringly.

After walking a short distance, the woman stopped. Xu Sanyan leaned forward to peer ahead, revealing a wide-open space.

“Why did you stop?” Xu Sanyan asked.

“There’s a protective formation ahead,” the woman said, her voice trembling as if battling for control of her thoughts. “Without the Sect Leader’s Token, it’s a nine-out-of-ten chance of death.”

This formation was originally her escape plan—she had intended to lure Xu Sanyan inside, hoping to slip away during the chaos.

But now, with the Demonic Seed embedded in her body, she was no longer in control of her actions.

The Purple Mountain Heart-Planting Art was remarkably effective, its power amplifying with the disparity in cultivation levels between the caster and the target. Xu Sanyan, a Peak Stage Soul Refining Realm cultivator, could subdue a Foundation Establishment cultivator with effortless ease, leaving her no room for resistance.

Xu Sanyan pushed the woman aside, stood at the cave entrance, and gazed ahead. After careful observation, he detected an unusual aura.

This wasn’t the location of the pool milk itself, but rather a checkpoint guarding its approach.

“A formation…” Xu Sanyan chuckled. Suspended Bitter Mountain couldn’t afford a Great Formation, but they could manage a minor one like this.

By sheer coincidence, he had recently been studying formations himself. He decided to test his skills and attempt to dismantle it.

There was a distinction between breaking and dismantling a formation. If one was inside the formation, it was considered breaking it, a far more dangerous endeavor. Dismantling, on the other hand, was done from outside, allowing for a more methodical approach.

Xu Sanyan’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as he scrutinized the formation ahead, meticulously analyzing its structure.

Meanwhile,

The battle on the other side remained fiercely contested. The great elder and Chen Yunzi had long since abandoned restraint, their sole focus now on killing each other.

The great elder’s arm trembled slightly. After clashing directly with Chen Yunzi’s palm, he had personally experienced the formidable power of the pool milk. The opponent’s physical strength was utterly unmatched.

Chen Yunzi’s hair clasp shattered, his white hair billowing in the wind. His bare, muscular body stood in stark contrast to his snow-white locks.

Yet he was far from unscathed. His spiritual power was nearly depleted, and his physical body had sustained damage. A three-inch-long gash beneath his ribs oozed blood.

Enduring magical attacks with his bare flesh had ultimately put him at a disadvantage.

But Chen Yunzi had no choice. No matter how dire the situation, he couldn’t retreat. Behind him stood not only the sect’s disciples but also the legacy left by their ancestor.

Moreover, the outcome remained uncertain. He refused to believe defeat was inevitable!

Chen Yunzi took a deep breath, a jade-like radiance shimmering across his body. His hair and beard bristled with fury. His arms arched back like a fully drawn bow, and behind him, a colossal phantom fist materialized, its presence compressing the surrounding mist and forcing it outward.

“Desolate Ancient Prison-Suppressing Fist!”

With a thunderous roar, Chen Yunzi unleashed the phantom fist, which surged forward with overwhelming force, moving as if guided by his own arm.

The great elder’s heart jolted. His pupils reflected the terrifying shadow of the fist, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face.

Even now, he still had the strength to resort to such tactics?

“Ah…”

The great elder sighed deeply, his voice tinged with resignation. “In the end, I was still a step behind you.”

Venerable Li, who had already sustained severe injuries, was startled by these words. If the great elder died, how could he possibly survive?

A triumphant smile spread across Chen Yunzi’s face. He had finally proven his superiority. Now, he would send the elder to his death!

But before his gloating could last, the great elder produced an object. “Clan head, now!”

“What?!”

Chen Yunzi’s heart jolted violently as his gaze darted around frantically.

He could scarcely believe his ears. Were the Wang Family’s only two void harmony realm experts actually appearing simultaneously?

Had they gone mad?

Did they not realize how perilous the Chaotic Cloud Mountains were at this moment? How could they abandon their clan’s safety just to seize the pool milk from Suspended Bitter Mountain?

Venerable Li’s spirits lifted. The clan head had arrived?

“Heh, stop looking. We’re right here. Do you really think we need both of us to deal with you? You overestimate yourself, don’t you?”

The great elder sneered, slowly unfurling the object in his hand—a painting.

A twisted and horrifying painting.

The artwork was rendered in grayscale, depicting countless figures struggling and climbing within its depths. Their distorted faces were vividly lifelike, as if they were desperately trying to escape the canvas.

Upon closer inspection, one could discern faint resemblances between these figures and members of the Wang Family—men, women, and children of all ages.

Had Xu Sanyan been present, he would have immediately recognized the painting’s striking similarity to the one in Wang Zixuan’s room.

Suddenly, a fleshy tendril erupted from the painting. Initially tiny, it rapidly expanded as it emerged, quickly growing to the thickness of a man’s torso before directly confronting the colossal phantom fist.

The two collided with a deafening BOOM!

The earth-shattering impact shattered the phantom fist, while the tendril was flung back by the recoil.

Pfft!

Chen Yunzi suffered a spiritual power backlash. A metallic sweetness flooded his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Like a kite with its string cut, he lost all control and crashed heavily to the ground.

“Sect Leader!”

“Don’t harm the Sect Leader!”

The disciples of Suspended Bitter Mountain surged forward, but the Wang Family blocked their advance.

The great elder smirked, “How do you like that?”

Chen Yunzi struggled to crawl out of the crater, his eyes burning with deathly resolve and bitter resentment.

“I never imagined Wang Anjing, a powerhouse of the void harmony realm, would willingly transform into a calamity to cling to life. No wonder the Li Clan relinquished the spirit stone mines so easily back then.”

Wang Anjing was the Wang Family’s Eighth-Generation Ancestor. The world believed him dead, unaware that he had survived through such a twisted method.

Chen Yunzi shook his head and laughed, the sound bitter and desolate. “Heh… ha ha ha… The Wang Family truly has a ruthless heart. My defeat was no injustice.”

The Wang Family’s method involved feeding their calamity with their own kin, requiring both the blood of their lineage and the souls of their clan to maintain its sanity.

Chen Yunzi, with his vast knowledge, recognized the scheme at a glance, hence his remark about the Wang Family’s ruthlessness—willing to sacrifice their own flesh and blood.

The great elder said coldly, “They were merely mortals. What’s the loss? They should feel honored to have prolonged the ancestor’s existence.”

“Heh.” Chen Yunzi shook his head, finding no point in arguing.

“Enough. Your time has come!”

The great elder pointed, and the tentacle lashed out, crashing down with tremendous force.

“Sect Leader!”

“Sect Leader, don’t worry about us! Run!”

Disciples from Suspended Bitter Mountain threw themselves forward, willing to sacrifice their lives to buy time for their Sect Leader. But like moths drawn to a flame, they were instantly reduced to bloody pulp.

“No rush. I’ll send you to join them in the underworld!” the great elder sneered.

“Don’t worry. I’ll send you to join them in the underworld,” Xu Sanyan said calmly.

With that, he gently stroked the heads of the mother and child. Their eyes closed instantly, their faces peaceful as if asleep, though their chests no longer rose and fell.

The formation had been broken, the pool milk retrieved. Their usefulness was over.

(End of the Chapter)