Chapter 154: Easily Infiltrating the Black Wind Cliff

The black mist was intensely toxic, serving as a natural barrier for the Black Wind Cliff.

Little Blackie, having lived here for years, had nothing to fear from it, so he kindly reminded, "Big Boss, this black mist is highly poisonous. Would you like to take an antidote? Shang Xuan-yue has some of those pills on him."

Qin Chuan had indeed scavenged some antidote pills from Shang Xuan-yue, but he calmly replied, "No need. This little bit of poison is nothing."

"Oh."

Little Blackie acknowledged, though he could not help feeling doubtful. He wondered why this Big Boss was so confident, yet he still swooped straight into the black mist.

Little Blackie darted freely through the black mist without being affected at all, while Qin Chuan and the Drowsy Bug remained steadily seated on his back, completely unharmed.

This situation left Little Blackie deeply shocked and filled with a surge of admiration.

"The Big Boss is truly formidable, not even fearing the deadly poison of the black mist."

Naturally, Little Blackie did not know that both Qin Chuan and the Drowsy Bug possessed immense poison resistance. Although this black mist was quite fierce, it fell far short compared to the Five-Colored Toxic Miasma.

Meanwhile, inside the main hall of the Black Wind Cliff Master, an important meeting was underway.

Because Qin Chuan's actions had stirred up a storm in the outer regions of the Black Wind Cliff, what started as a mere spark had escalated into a raging prairie fire.

Not only had the rear suffered heavy losses, but even the front lines were beginning to show signs of collapse—a situation that could be described as once-in-ten-thousand-years.

Shang Gui-hong, the Master of the Black Wind Cliff, had stark white hair yet a smooth face free of wrinkles. His complexion was somewhat pale, and a tiny crescent moon was imprinted upon his forehead.

Seated upright in the Cliff Master's throne, he stared down at the elders below, his eyes chillingly grim.

The atmosphere at that moment had frozen to the absolute extreme.

"The front lines are failing, and the backyard is on fire! What on earth are you all good for?!"

"Who is the enemy? What is their background? You are completely clueless—a pack of good-for-nothings!"

"How did such a massive quantity of supplies and pills vanish into thin air? Someone, explain this to me!"

Shang Gui-hong's temper was exceptionally fierce. The grief of losing a son was still raw, and now he had received a cascade of bad news. He wished he could tear these incompetent elders to pieces with his bare hands.

Shang Gui-hong's roar left all the elders looking at one another in dismay, none of them able to offer a coherent explanation.

And indeed, who could possibly spirit away such a massive store of supplies overnight?

Try as they might, they could not comprehend it, for the adversary had not left behind a single trace.

The territory of the Black Wind Cliff was vast, which made the spread of news relatively slow.

Qin Chuan had exploited this time gap to throw the Black Wind Cliff into utter chaos.

At that moment, an inner sect disciple bowed and walked inside, announcing, "Reporting to the Cliff Master, we have the latest news."

Shang Gui-hong snapped irritably, "Read it!"

The disciple's expression turned somewhat panicked. He swallowed hard and read out with a trembling voice, "All the containment arrays in the outer sect have been destroyed. Not a single person survived across the ten branch altars, and two Swift Spirit Leopard legions have been lost. The enemy remains unknown."

"Hiss~!"

Upon hearing this news, even Shang Gui-hong drew in a sharp breath, then bellowed once more, "Useless fools! Such heavy losses, and all you have is 'unknown enemy' ?!"

The inner sect disciple looked up with fear and said softly, "The report states that the only confirmed detail is that the adversary uses a spirit sword."

"It seems these deeds were all committed by a single person. This individual is very likely Qin Chuan."

"Because the wounds on their corpses bear a striking resemblance to those on the Young Cliff Master."

This speculation shocked the elders in the main hall profoundly, for they had all received word that the person who killed Shang Xuan-yue was named Qin Chuan, and he was only at Level 30.

"How can this be possible?"

"Isn't that Qin Chuan only Level 30?"

"How could he possibly handle so many people?"

"Any ordinary branch altar master could instantly slaughter him with a flick of a finger. This is simply impossible!"

"Even a peerless genius could never accomplish such a feat!"

"There is no way he could have carried away so many supplies. Even with a storage ring, it is impossible to have that much space."

"This is simply unbelievable!"

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The grand hall instantly erupted into a flurry of discussions, all of them questioning the validity of this speculation.

"No, no, no, Cliff Master. The report states that it has been verified repeatedly; it is indeed the truth."

"Furthermore, people from the Treasure Pavilion have corroborated it. There is no way this is false."

"As for the missing supplies, they might have been taken by the people of the Purple Spirit Mansion."

The inner disciple stammered anxiously in self-defense, knowing that if the charge of fabricating false news were pinned on him, his life would be forfeit.

"If this is truly the case, then whose disciple is this Qin Chuan?"

"Anyone capable of wielding a red-tier spirit weapon cannot possibly be a nobody without a background!"

At this point, Shang Gui-hong was forced to expand his suspicions toward those heavyweight figures behind the scenes.

Yet, after pondering bitterly for a long time, he could not find a single clue.

Shang Gui-hong could never have imagined that Qin Chuan was merely a wild, unaffiliated spirit weapon, nor did he know that another son of his had just perished.

Had he known that Shang Xuan-yue was dead, he likely would have coughed up three liters of blood on the spot, as Shang Xuan-yue possessed immense talent and was groomed to be his successor.

At that moment, a withered-looking elder stepped forward.

"Cliff Master, regardless of whose disciple this Qin Chuan is, anyone wreaking havoc in our territory cannot be forgiven."

"I propose dispatching inner-sect disciples to hunt him down, so as to boost the morale of our Black Wind Cliff."

"My disciples are willing to take on this responsibility."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the other elders grew displeased. When had it ever been the turn of the culinary department to take the spotlight?

"I object to this. My disciples have cultivated for many years and are now in prime condition to go out and temper themselves."

"No, my disciples also need to go out for practical training."

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For a moment, the elders began to argue vehemently.

Seeing this state of affairs, Shang Gui-hong felt a deep sense of fatigue.

"You bastards! Before the great battle, whenever I asked you to send your people out, every single one of you made excuses."

"Now that you see profit to be made, you all become endlessly eager."

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Because these elders all knew that Qin Chuan possessed a red-tier spirit weapon—a rare treasure indeed—everyone coveted it.

And because they suspected Qin Chuan had influential backing, they were shrewd enough not to plan on intervening personally, leaving themselves an out.

In the Spirit Realm, the Black Wind Cliff was not the sole overlord, so they still harbored cautions.

For a time, the grand hall was exceptionally lively, and they would never have guessed in their wildest dreams that Qin Chuan had already swaggered his way into the Black Wind Cliff.

Passing through the black mist, the scenery ahead grew bright. From the outside, the Black Wind Cliff appeared to be just a mountain peak, yet within it lay an entirely different world.

It was vast and spacious, dotted with numerous buildings capable of accommodating hundreds of thousands of disciples for cultivation.

Qin Chuan muttered inwardly, "As expected of a deeply rooted foundation; those outer sect disciples are merely a drop in the bucket to the Black Wind Cliff."

In truth, the majority of the outer sect disciples were currently fighting on the frontline battlefields, leaving the inner sect rather leisurely.

Little Blackie continued to soar high through the air. The inner sect disciples stationed as guards below merely glanced up and immediately recognized the black goshawk.

Since Little Blackie was only at Level 46, he was noticeably smaller than the others, making him very easy to identify.

"Eh? Why is Young Cliff Master Shang Xuan-yue returning so soon?"

"Forget about him. You'd better stay away; he's got a furious temper right now."

"That's right, he was beaten half to death a few months ago, and now his younger brother is dead. He's just looking for somewhere to vent his anger!"

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