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Faced with a difficult choice, Xiao Yefeng chose the former without hesitation. The death of Liu Xuanhuang made him unwilling to watch any of his brothers die before him. With the Black Sword in hand, Xiao Yefeng dashed into the swarm of Blood Bats. The Black Sword moved like a black dragon, shredding countless Blood Bats in his grip. Finally, after slaying the last Blood Bat, both of them stood there, panting heavily and leaning on their weapons.
The Blood Bats proved to be more troublesome than expected. Mo Fei, caught off guard, was bitten on the back by one of the Blood Bats, and blood flowed freely as a result. Xiao Yefeng felt truly grateful for choosing Mo Fei; otherwise, with so many Blood Bats around, if he had gone after Thompson and returned, he would have found Mo Fei's corpse.
Seeing that Thompson had already vanished, Mo Fei stomped her foot in frustration. By this time, dawn was breaking, and after a night of fierce battle, both were extremely exhausted. Xiao Yefeng's Qi Group had nearly run dry, not to mention Mo Fei's internal energy. The valley of Ge Qing Gou was a scene of devastation—blood, corpses, shattered rocks, and burnt paper money littered the ground.
Xiao Yefeng and Mo Fei sat beneath the Blood Dripping Tree, each recovering their strength. At that moment, a voice finally came through the earpiece that had been silent until now: "Has the mission ended?"
Xiao Yefeng had regained some strength but replied weakly, "How can you still ask that? Who was it that guaranteed they would provide me with combat data? What have you been doing all night?"
After a brief silence, a man's voice responded from the earpiece: "Sorry, but we can't assist with your kind of combat. The Mouse Team is composed entirely of tech experts; when it comes to fighting, we are powerless."
"Forget it; one vampire got away! It should have sustained serious internal injuries. You should look for it! As for the mission, it's completed; Mei Mo'er and Nangong Zhe have already been taken away by Mei Chuanqiong," Xiao Yefeng said.
"Congratulations! We'll handle the remaining matters!" came the voice from the Mouse Team. Xiao Yefeng then turned off all the equipment provided by them and tossed it into his backpack. He pulled out the Black Gold Spirit Banner and stood beneath the Blood Dripping Tree. At this point, the sun had risen, and the massive tree began to lose some of its Yin Qi under its rays.
However, despite the sun rising, the area beneath the Blood Dripping Tree remained eerily terrifying. The Wolf Claw Dagger had been discarded; Xiao Yefeng could only wield the Black Sword as he climbed up to inspect the tree. Reaching the spot where Yuan Dui stood last night, he found four corpses that had long since lost their souls to Yin Chai. They knelt at each corner holding broken Soul Banners and were kicked down from the treetop by four feet. Xiao Yefeng carefully examined this small platform.
After looking around, Xiao Yefeng felt no trace of those two children's main souls. Did Yuan Xun dare to deceive him? He dismissed this possibility upon reflection. This Blood Dripping Tree was clearly a gathering place for Yin Qi; otherwise, why would such dense Yin Qi still linger within this giant tree under such blazing sunlight? It was evidently an excellent place for nurturing souls; if used to seal others' souls, it would also be a treasure trove.
Climbing further along the branches, Xiao Yefeng finally got a clearer view of this peculiar Blood Dripping Tree. According to his memories and data, this was a rare site for yin spirits to pay homage. Just as there were places for worship in the mortal realm, there were naturally equivalent locations in the Underworld as well; this Blood Dripping Tree existed as such a place.
Based on the way the branches grew, this place turned out to be a natural Ten Directions Blood Weeping Formation, typically created by Sorcerers through the Grave Maintenance Bureau. However, this Blood Dripping Tree had somehow formed this situation on its own. The ten protruding branches absorbed all the surrounding Yin Qi to nourish this giant tree, which was the reason why there was only this one large tree in the deep trench.
With this realization, Xiao Yefeng understood where the main soul was hidden. After sliding down for a while, he arrived again at the spot where Yuan Dui stood last night. Holding the Black Sword, Xiao Yefeng poked around on the platform of the giant tree, and finally discovered something unusual about four inches from the edge.
This was the edge of the entire Blood Dripping Tree; logically, it should not be at the center. Yet, no matter where the sharp blade of the Black Sword pierced, it could easily penetrate. Only here did Xiao Yefeng hear a crisp sound of metal clashing, indicating that something was amiss!
“Ding!”
Confirming once more, Xiao Yefeng thrust the Black Sword into that spot. As he did so, a clearer echo resonated back. Seeing this, Xiao Yefeng immediately swung his sword to slice off the top layer of bark. A palm-sized piece of bark flew away, revealing a red Trunk beneath.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Xiao Yefeng tapped on the Trunk with his fingers, surprised by its hardness. This area felt completely different from others; it was as if a diamond was embedded in stone. After removing the bark, this section of the Trunk was distinct both in texture and appearance. The special Trunk measured one foot long and four inches wide, and surprisingly, even the sharp Black Sword could not leave a scratch on its surface.
Xiao Yefeng attempted to cut out the entire special section with his Black Sword; however, it was evident that it was part of the entire Blood Dripping Tree's Trunk. Removing this portion would undoubtedly harm a tree that had grown for who knows how many years. The tree possessed spirit, and Xiao Yefeng did not want to be that villain. Thus, he could only scratch his head and think of a solution. Since the Master Soul Flag was within this Trunk, how had Yuan Xun placed it there?
"Wind! Have you found what you're looking for?" At that moment, Mo Fei returned after searching around and saw Xiao Yefeng still squatting by the tree, prompting her curiosity.
"Don't mention it; there's something I need inside this Trunk. But to retrieve it, I have to open this strange Trunk. Moreover, using brute force would likely damage the Master Soul Flag sealed inside," Xiao Yefeng replied.
"Oh? Does that thing help you? What about that shiny Crystal Bottle next to that pile of ashes?" Mo Fei tossed up a sparkling Crystal Bottle from under the tree, clearly referring to Yuan Dui's ashes.
As Xiao Yefeng reached out to catch the Crystal Bottle, he noticed it was made with special craftsmanship. The mouth of the bottle was embedded with a ring of Metal Wall covered in densely packed Talisman engravings. Inside was only a small amount of black liquid. Although he didn't understand what it was, Xiao Yefeng felt that when this liquid approached the Trunk, the Crystal Bottle emitted a faint Aura.
It could be a blessing or a curse! This must be it! After examining the Talisman on the Metal Wall and nodding in agreement, Xiao Yefeng said, "Fei Ge! Step back; I want to see if this liquid can open up the Blood Dripping Tree's Trunk!"
"Then your heart!" Mo Fei swiftly left the Blood Dripping Tree, for the Ancient Warrior still held a certain fear of the various strange things associated with the Geomancer.
Following the Talisman on the Metal Wall, Xiao Yefeng cautiously recited the Spell. This was a Spell he had never encountered before; it seemed to be an ancient incantation designed to reveal hidden doors. Although Xiao Yefeng did not fully understand it, he could at least recognize a few of the Talisman symbols.
As he chanted the Spell, the Golden Cyan energy gradually emanated from his body. At that moment, the metal on the Crystal Bottle began to rotate on its own. With a loud clatter, the lid fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. The black liquid inside the Crystal Bottle floated up as if weightless. Just as Xiao Yefeng uttered the final word of the Spell, the liquid transformed in mid-air into a door shape and slowly descended onto the Trunk.
The black liquid seeped into the red Trunk, without any of the expected toxic gas or explosions. The Trunk shimmered like a pool of water. At this point, Xiao Yefeng dared not reach out to touch this peculiar Trunk. Crouching on the platform atop the tree, he picked up his Black Sword and cautiously probed into the shimmering surface of the Trunk. Surprisingly, what had previously left no trace was now easily penetrated by his Black Sword.
Before long, the Black Sword reached the bottom. Judging by its length, it was less than ten centimeters deep. However, an unexpected change occurred: after inserting the sword, the surface of the Trunk began to solidify. The original ten-centimeter opening had shrunk to about eight centimeters. Seeing this, Xiao Yefeng knew he could not afford to delay any longer. As he withdrew the Black Sword, his right hand plunged into the Trunk.
After penetrating through the jelly-like blood-red Trunk, Xiao Yefeng's hand entered a space where he felt two wooden sticks. Upon touching them, he immediately realized they were Flagpoles for two Master Soul Flags. Grasping them firmly, Xiao Yefeng pulled out two cleverly designed banners from within the Trunk.
However, just as he was withdrawing his hand, his fingers sensed another rectangular object. As Xiao Yefeng pulled his hand out, it had already been knocked over inside the Trunk and was clearly something extraordinary that had been sealed within it. Yet when he looked back at the Trunk, there was only a thin layer of mist remaining; it was evident that it was about to revert to its iron-like state.
Seeking fortune in danger, Xiao Yefeng activated his Intercepting Finger technique and quickly inserted his fingers back into the Trunk. Relying on his recent memory to grasp that object, he immediately pulled his hand back. At that moment, however, most of the mist had vanished, and his hand had only just reached his wrist. Given how quickly the light was disappearing, there was no way for Xiao Yefeng to extract his hand in time.
In that instant, gritting his teeth, Xiao Yefeng slapped the Trunk with his right hand. Using the recoil force, he managed to pull out his hand with whatever he had grasped just as the last traces of vapor disappeared. The backlash caused him to tumble onto a branch.
Breathing heavily from this narrow escape, Xiao Yefeng recalled some information from his memories regarding this strange Blood Dripping Tree. The Spell used to conceal items within trees was an ancient method employed by Sorcerers for hiding treasures; however, this knowledge had long been lost. If that mist had vanished and he hadn’t managed to pull out his hand in time, it would have meant losing it forever.
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