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第四卷 七星岛 第五百七十章 龟妖与老怪

In the confines of another part of the Immortal Confinement Prison, under the leadership of the Turtle Demon and Master Ku, with three others supporting them, they were each using their own treasures to attack a complex array that was small yet intricate.

The loud noises echoed continuously in this space of over a hundred feet, piercingly harsh. The light barrier of the array had shrunk significantly compared to its initial state, and the glow on five crystal stones had dimmed considerably as well.

The Turtle Demon and the old monster were relatively fine, but the two condensation core cultivators were pale-faced, clearly in a state of energy depletion.

They groaned inwardly but gritted their teeth and held on.

"Alright, let's take a brief rest."

After roughly half an hour of relentless attacks, the Turtle Demon suddenly spoke up. Although his voice was hoarse, the red-robed woman and the man named耿 (Gěng) immediately obeyed as if they had received divine instructions, collapsing to the ground and panting heavily. They took out several crystal stones from their pockets and clutched them in their hands, restoring their energy.

Master Ku also retracted his treasure, though his face was somewhat pale; he was still an old monster of the元婴期 (Yànyīnqí).

"Friend, why stop? These two can't take it anymore. We can continue our assault," Master Ku said with some dissatisfaction.

"Haha, friend, you're too impatient. Do you think breaking this confinement is easy? The resistance gets stronger as we go deeper. Don't expect to succeed in one fell swoop; impatience won't get you anywhere. I've been here for a million years and don't need another two days," the Turtle Demon said confidently, nodding his head.

Master Ku raised an eyebrow but remained silent, acknowledging that the other party was familiar with the situation and had the upper hand. He sat cross-legged to regulate his breath and slowly recover his energy.

"However, after we leave this prison, do you have any plans?" After a while, the Turtle Demon suddenly opened his eyes and spoke without warning.

"I don't know yet," Master Ku replied vaguely.

This fellow was not only cruel but also very cunning. It wouldn’t be that easy to probe his intentions.

"Oh, so Friend knows this is the Immortal Confluence Sect? Do you have no interest in their immortal pills?"

Master Ku opened his eyes and a hint of greed flashed across his ugly face before he quickly regained composure as he addressed the cultivator who had transformed from an animal. "Friend doesn't need to probe me with words. Just speak your mind. If there's enough benefit, I'm not averse to working together."

"Good, that’s what this old man was waiting for," the Turtle Demon clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Even in ancient times, Immortal Confluence Sect was a formidable force in the cultivation world. Now, with the passage of time, human lifespans are limited. The sect must have turned to dust, but there should be plenty of treasures left behind, including immortal pills. If Friend is interested, we can team up and surely reap great rewards."

The Turtle Demon's voice grew more enticing as he spoke, but Master Ku was no fool; he had lived for hundreds of years. He wouldn’t easily fall for such a trick.

He wasn't related to the other party, and they were different species. If there weren’t some hidden agenda, why would this fellow seek his cooperation?

"Treasures are tempting, but I don't want to die in vain. Please tell me about any dangers or challenges," Master Ku said nonchalantly.

The Turtle Demon paused, knowing he couldn’t completely hide the truth. He blinked and put on a sincere smile.

"Don't worry, Immortal Confluence Sect was once prosperous, but that was a million years ago. Now times have changed; even if there are any setups, they can’t be of much use. Of course, some restrictions and arrays would take me alone considerable effort to break, but with Friend’s help, we could easily sweep the sect's treasures clean. Don't you want immortal pills? Although my species isn't a spirit beast, our lifespan is incredibly long; I wouldn’t compete for medicinal pills with Friend."

Master Ku didn’t respond immediately but stroked his beard in thought.

He naturally didn’t fully believe what the other party said, but he had no reason to leave without taking anything. As they say, one must enter the tiger’s den to catch a tiger. For spirit pills and treasures, some risk was worth it.

"Alright, let's cooperate. We'll split any treasures we find," Master Ku said.

"This is natural; we’ll both benefit greatly," the Turtle Demon appeared very generous, but there was a hint of sharpness in his eyes.

Master Ku smiled broadly as well, but he had his own plans. He wasn’t afraid of the other party turning on him. Although an intermediate-stage transformed cultivator might be stronger than him, the Turtle Demon wasn't a spirit beast, and what could he learn from being confined here?

On the other hand, he had turned from a Buddha to a demon and knew many strange abilities; his strength far surpassed that of his peers.

If they did turn on each other, it was anyone's game.

The two, each harboring their own intentions, laughed in unison.

The red-robed woman and the man named耿 (Gěng) were pale-faced. The situation was more complex than expected; they dared not hope for any treasures or spirit pills, only hoping to survive. They felt grateful.

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At a spacious open area elsewhere,

The earless monkey-faced cultivator also encountered trouble. Some strange-shaped puppets blocked his path. Among them were creatures like birds, beasts, insects, and even human-like monsters, of various kinds.

There were nearly a hundred of these puppets, but their cultivation levels weren't high; the most powerful was only equivalent to a筑基期 (Zhùjīqí) cultivator. With his peak condensation core cultivation, he could manage them.

However, while these puppets were cannon fodder, they had one disadvantage compared to living beings: they didn’t fear death. Even if their bodies were broken, as long as they weren't critically injured, they would continue attacking.

The earless monkey-faced cultivator wasn't in a hurry; he drove his bamboo-tube-shaped treasure through the puppets, which although numerous, could be eliminated eventually.

Half an hour later,

Bang!

A puppet with a tiger's head and human body was decapitated. The ground was left with only some limbs and silence returned.

Phew! He sighed in relief, extended his hand, and the treasure quickly shrunk back into his sleeve.

After a brief rest, he looked ahead.

Several buildings came into view, along with pavilions, terraces, and small bridges, waterfalls. Clearly, he had entered the deeper parts of the Immortal Confluence Sect.

The earless monkey-faced cultivator’s face lit up as he strode forward confidently. In front of him was a courtyard; the gate alone was several dozen feet high, exuding an imposing presence.

He stretched out his chicken-claw-like right hand to push open the door but suddenly felt a massive force strike without warning, throwing him like a rag doll towards the distant end.

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