The Little Fatty Wakes Up

Hearing this, Master Yuji furrowed his brows. His icy gaze swept across the scene once more, and his divine sense carefully probed every disciple of the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion. Indeed, he found no signs of disguise or concealment, much less any trace of that fat little thief.

Doubts sprouted in his heart: Could it be that the little thief really isn't here? Was he just passing by coincidentally, and his aura dissipated here? Or... has someone else already beaten me to him?

However, the majesty of a Holy Land elder and the urgency of losing the secret token made him unwilling to give up easily.

He gave a cold snort. Hmph, such a glib tongue! Even if that little thief isn't here, he must have some connection to you all! Otherwise, why would he disappear exactly in this place?

Looking at the miserable state of the crowd before him, he actually believed them for the most part. But the dignity of a Holy Land elder brooked no provocation, so his tone remained icy.

If it is ultimately proven that you are indeed connected to that little thief, or are deliberately hiding something... hmph, you will bear the consequences.

Seeing that Master Yuji did not believe them, the hearts of the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion members turned completely cold.

The grey-robed elder forcibly endured his injuries, struggling to cup his hands in salute. Senior Master Yuji, since your search has yielded no results and we are heavily injured, could you allow us to take our leave first to heal?

Want to leave? A cold light flashed in Master Yuji's eyes. Until the truth comes to light, no one is allowed to leave!

He mused inwardly that after tracking for so long, that little thief was like a clay ox entering the sea—gone without a trace.

Now that he had finally caught a trace of the mark's fluctuation here, even though it had disappeared again, it had to be related to the people in this place! How could he let them go so easily?

With a sweep of his sleeve, an invisible wall of qi instantly sealed the valley's exit.

The people of the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion only felt a massive pressure bearing down on them, making even breathing difficult. Their faces immediately turned ashen.

The grey-robed elder gave a miserable laugh and said dejectedly, If Senior does not believe us... we... have nothing to say. However, the one who ambushed us was definitely not the person Senior is looking for. That person had tyrannical strength and their methods were... quite brutal. They were absolutely no ordinary figure.

Master Yuji ignored this group of trash from the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion and turned to give orders to the four elders behind him.

Carefully search every inch of space here! See if there are any secret rooms, hidden passages, or traces of high-level concealment arrays! That little thief definitely hasn't fled far!

The four Deva Realm elders received their orders and immediately scattered. Each deploying their own methods, they began a carpet search of the valley. Streaks of spiritual light flickered as they probed for any possible clues.

Master Yuji stood with his hands behind his back. With a gloomy expression, he once again summoned the Tracing Light Mirror, injecting spiritual energy into it in an attempt to forcefully deduce the source of the mark's fluctuation that had briefly appeared before vanishing.

The mirror's surface flickered unsteadily, but it was completely unable to lock onto a clear direction again. Clearly, the concealment method was extremely brilliant.

The atmosphere in the valley was oppressive to the extreme. The people of the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion slumped to the ground, daring neither to show anger nor to speak. They could only watch helplessly as the other party searched, their hearts filled with humiliation and the lingering fear of surviving a disaster.

With the exit blocked, even their last shred of hope for escape was cut off. They could only remain trapped here like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Meanwhile, Master Yuji and his group were like hunters who had pounced on empty air—anxious, angry, and unwilling to let go of any possibility.

As for Fatty Wang, who had been buried deep within the mountain's belly by Shi Wanshan's exquisite divine abilities and concealment runes, he remained unconscious. He was completely oblivious to the storm brewing just a layer of rock above his head, as well as the frustration and anger of the two groups.

The restrictions casually laid down by Shi Wanshan had now become his best protective umbrella.

At the same time, hundreds of miles away at the temporary camp of the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion.

The Pavilion Master of the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion, Yun Canghai, was resting with his eyes closed, regulating his breath. In front of him, a jade seal slowly bobbed up and down, emitting vast fluctuations of magical power.

Suddenly, a jade pendant at his waist shattered without any warning. An extremely faint divine sense pleading for help, laced with terror and despair, instantly plunged into his sea of consciousness—

Pavilion Master! Come quickly! Master Yuji of the Glazed Holy Land is here, trumping up charges against us. We are in grave danger!

Yun Canghai's eyes snapped open, a brilliant light shooting out from his pupils as the aura around him abruptly became incomparably sharp!

Master Yuji?! An elder of the Glazed Holy Land is personally attacking my Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion disciples?!

He stood up abruptly, his face ashen. The Glazed Holy Land was a colossal entity, far beyond what the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion could contend with. If they truly forged a grudge with a Holy Land, the consequences would be unimaginable.

How could they provoke someone from a Holy Land? Yun Canghai's thoughts raced like lightning.

For Master Yuji to act personally, it must be no small matter. Could it be... that the disciples accidentally offended an important figure of the Holy Land? Or... did they snatch something they shouldn't have touched?

He knew well that although the elders under his command sometimes acted overbearingly, they were absolutely not brainless fools. They should know that a Holy Land could not be easily provoked; there had to be something fishy about this matter.

Regardless, I must go there immediately! If it's truly a misunderstanding, it can still be resolved. If my subordinates are indeed at fault... I will just have to endure the pain and punish them to appease the Holy Land's wrath.

Yun Canghai hesitated no longer. With a roll of his sleeve, he stored away the jade seal. His figure instantly blurred, transforming into a resplendent streak of light that tore through the void at a terrifying speed, racing straight toward the direction of the distress signal!

The monstrous pressure of the King Realm was released without reservation. Wherever he passed, the wind and clouds changed color!

Yun Canghai's figure moved like lightning, tearing through the sky as thoughts spun rapidly in his mind.

Although my Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion can be considered a formidable faction in Profound Province, compared to a behemoth like the Glazed Holy Land, it is no different from a firefly trying to outshine the bright moon. No matter how arrogant the disciples are, they should know their limits. How could they easily provoke a Holy Land?

Several possibilities flashed through his mind:

Could it be... during a struggle for some supreme treasure, they accidentally clashed with the people of the Holy Land? Or did someone in the sect act inappropriately and offend an important figure of the Holy Land? Or perhaps... they were framed?

At the thought of the word framed, Yun Canghai's gaze hardened. Profound Province was currently a mix of dragons and snakes, with various factions fighting openly and maneuvering covertly. Borrowing a knife to kill someone was not impossible.

I just hope... I'm still in time.

Just as Yun Canghai tore through the sky, rushing toward the valley with burning anxiety—

Buried deep within the mountain's belly, Fatty Wang's eyelids twitched a few times before he slowly opened his eyes.

Ugh... my head hurts so much... my whole body feels like it's falling apart...

He muttered groggily, his consciousness not yet fully awake.

It was pitch black all around. The air was murky and carried a heavy, earthy stench. His body was tightly wrapped and squeezed by something heavy and cold, rendering him almost entirely unable to move.

Where... where is this? What happened to your Lord Fatty?

He tried to twist his body, only to find that besides being able to slightly shake his head, his limbs and torso were firmly jammed into the hard, cold rock and soil.

An inexplicable panic instantly seized him as fragments of his memory began to piece together bit by bit:

Right... the spiritual milk! The peak-grade Earth Vein Spiritual Milk!

He remembered how he had taken advantage of the struggle over the earth vein between the Ten Thousand Laws Pavilion and the mysterious powerhouse to secretly sneak closer, discovering that alluring Earth Vein Spiritual Milk.

Wealth is found in danger... your Lord Fatty was just going to scoop up a little bit...

And then what?

And then... right at the moment he pulled out his jade shovel and was about to succeed—

An indescribable, terrifying power that felt like the heavens collapsing and the earth shattering suddenly struck!

He didn't even see who made the move. His vision simply went black as his protective light barrier shattered like paper. Feeling as though every bone in his body was snapping inch by inch, he completely lost consciousness and was sent flying away...

"That's right! I was knocked out by a single slap!"

Fatty Wang was both shocked and infuriated, yet a lingering fear washed over him. That power was absolutely terrifying, definitely far surpassing the Celestial Realm. It was a sheer miracle that he had survived!

"Wait!"

He suddenly remembered something far more important. "My treasures!"

Ignoring the discomfort of his body being wedged in place, he hurriedly tried to mobilize his divine sense to check his personal storage artifact and the life-saving trump cards he had hidden all over himself.

Upon checking, Fatty Wang felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire body freezing stiff.