Young Noble Be Monster Slaying

Chapter 214: Keep it Up! Little Maggot!

When Yang Yuhu suddenly broke the silence, Chu Liang chose not to pursue the matter further. He chuckled softly and remarked, "No harm done."

Those who had encountered Di Nufeng couldn't be blamed for holding a negative impression of Mount Shu's disciples.

"If it weren't for your help, I would have been in trouble." Yang Yuhu said.

As the core disciple of the Penglai Supreme Sect, he wouldn't have been instantly killed by that fire dragon.

However, he would have no choice but to use some of his life-saving trump cards, which would be rather troublesome.

Thankfully, Chu Liang saved him from the predicament.

Chu Liang smiled and said, "We are all here to eradicate evil and uphold justice. It is our duty."

They stayed there for a while. When their qi had been restored, they stood up and started scrutinizing this black iron alms bowl.

Yang Yuhu drew his sword and thrust forward, causing the sword to radiate brightly. Yet, there was not even a scratch on the iron wall.

"It's really hard," he said with a frown.

Chu Liang thrust his sword to the ground to test if it was possible for him to dig out from below. Nevertheless, it was useless.

Clang! The Dustless Sword only managed to scratch the surface of the ground.

The black iron alms bowl had likely entrapped them beneath its surface through the enchanted formation of suppression carved upon it, ensuring that its effects would be triggered wherever the alms bowl was pressed. Naturally, it wouldn't allow any possible escape routes. Any area underground would be influenced by these formation inscriptions, making it extremely hard to escape.

"It looks like we will need to wait for someone to rescue us." Yang Yuhu said, "The city supervisor and his men should arrive soon."

"Haven't you noticed the lack of ventilation here?" Chu Liang asked.

Upon realizing the issue, Yang Yuhu started panicking.

Only cultivators who had reached the seventh realm of cultivation could have the ability to create their own world, which meant that for cultivators below the level of seventh realm, they still needed breathe air to live.

Even if they could use some breath-holding divine skill, they would need to have stored enough air before they held their breath.

Normally, the amount of air that cultivators need to breathe would not be less than that of ordinary people, and it might even be several times more as cultivators' breaths were longer and more powerful, with a greater volume in each breath.

If Chu Liang were to fully activate his Golden Core, he would have easily inhaled all the air in this space with one gulp!

How much longer could they both breathe in such a small space?

Two hours? Or a mere one hour...

In addition, the strongest cultivator in the Misty Waters City was at the fifth realm and it remained uncertain as to whether they could flip this alms bowl over.

It was at this moment that they realized they were in the midst of a life-threatening crisis.

Yang Yuhu had just thought of it, but Chu Liang had noticed the problem long ago.

Even so, he remained calm.

"Do you have any ideas?" Yang Yuhu couldn't help but ask.

"Not yet," Chu Liang replied.

Then why are you so calm... Yang Yuhu thought to himself.

Yang Yuhu pondered for a moment when he suddenly said, "I have an idea."

"Oh?" Chu Liang glanced over at Yang Yuhu.

"I can use the immortal art Roaming the World to go back to Penglai and ask the elder of my sect to save us."

"That sounds great." Chu Liang nodded.

However, Yang Yuhu started hesitating.

This was because his body would be left defenseless here while he was performing Roaming the World.

Although Chu Liang had no reason to do anything to him, but...what if? After all, they were mere acquaintances who had met by chance. Could he really trust Chu Liang?

But these thoughts only lasted for a moment before he cast them aside.

This was their only means of survival. If not, would he passively wait here with Chu Liang, doing nothing?

In the end, Yang Yuhu decided to trust this disciple of Mount Shu Sect.

He sat cross-legged and started forming seals with both his hands. His soul instantly left his body in the firm of an apparition and returned to the Penglai Supreme Sect in the East Sea.

...

Chu Liang gazed at Yang Yuhu, whose divine consciousness had ascended outside his body. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion as he pondered, Oh, how I wish I could master immortal arts as well.

If I had mastered the Dimension Compression immortal art, I would have been able to teleport away instead of enduring this suffering here.

The diabolical cultivator earlier had also relied on the immortal art Sacrificial Substitute to escape the fate of receiving that fatal attack.

I must study hard when I get back.

With its strong foundation, the Mount Shu Sect ranked top in the world of immortality cultivators for the amount of immortal arts saved in the sect.

Since he had ample resources at his disposal, there was no reason not to spend more time studying this.

Chu Liang lifted his hand and touched the iron wall on his side. Aside from being extremely hard, this wall displayed no other properties. There was only one enchanted formation of suppression carved on the alms bowl.

However, this enchanted formation was rather effective.

Eh?

He touched the surface twice and suddenly recalled something.

Inside the space of the White Pagoda, the little maggot with its very hard head was still hibernating. If he were to use it, would it be able to drill through this iron wall?

As Chu Liang thought of this, he stretched his hand out and summoned the little maggot.

Scritch.

Sitting on Chu Liang's palm, the little maggot stretched its body and shook its milk-white head. It seemed to have slept too much, appearing rather hazy.

Chu Liang stared at it for a long time. For some reason, he found this tiny creature slightly adorable.

The little maggot could burrow through anything, be it earth or sky, with ease. Yet, it remained remarkably well-behaved as it nestled in Chu Liang's palm, never attempting to drill through his palm.

Chu Liang couldn't help but wonder if this little maggot had already regarded him as its mom.

Chu Liang placed it gently on the iron wall of this huge alms bowl and softly uttered, "It's mealtime."

Scritch, scritch, scritch.

The little maggot wriggled in place for a moment, then promptly started to lower its head, its body undulating.

In the blink of an eye, half of its body had vanished into the iron wall, making the process seem as effortless as drilling through tofu.

It was just as I had expected!

The little maggot lived up to Chu Liang's expectations.

Furthermore, it appeared quite excited, its tiny body wriggling eagerly as it impatiently burrowed deeper, while golden threads flowed out in strands from its behind.

During this process of eating and excreting, its body also slowly grew larger.

It appeared that its size only increased when consuming materials imbued with spiritual energy.

It would have pained Chu Liang to feed it materials infused with spiritual energy if those materials belonged to him, which was why he had the little maggot hibernate for such a long time.

But this time, he would not only be able to feed his spirit pet but also free both him and Yang Yuhu from being trapped. It was truly killing two birds with one stone.

Go on, little maggot, keep eating!

...

To the east of Misty Waters City, beyond Black Whale Mountain, lay the vast ocean.

In the deeper regions of the East Sea lay the three islands of Penglai. Shrouded in mist and clouds, these islands were collectively regarded as the most blessed land in the mortal realm.

The Penglai Islands contained abundant spiritual qi, and the vast expanse of land gave birth to numerous treasures of nature that supported a large number of cultivators.

Back in ancient times, indigenous people living on various islands in the East Sea also discovered this place. Over time, more and more people started settling here.

Among these indigenous people, there were also cultivators. However, their cultivation practices were diverse and lacked a systematic approach.

During the chaotic era when the demon god wreaked havoc, a group of cultivators from the continent of the nine provinces sailed eastward to seek refuge. These cultivators discovered the mystical three islands of Penglai as well as the indigenous cultivators who resided there.

The indigenous cultivators welcomed them warmly, eager to learn powerful divine skills and techniques from the cultivators from the continent of the nine provinces.

Using some minor divine techniques and enchanted tools, the cultivators from the continent of the nine provinces managed to trade for highly valuable treasures of nature from the indigenous people.

They also grew fond of this land, deciding to stay and live here, integrating with the indigenous cultivators.

These cultivators from the continent of the nine provinces were small in number, but they were strong and ambitious.

Under the guise of teaching divine techniques and skills, they gathered everyone together and formed a huge sect called Penglai.

Penglai was divided into the Penglai Supreme Sect and the Penglai Secondary Sect.

The Supreme Sect held great power, residing atop the Mirage Tower Mountain, monopolizing the most privileged access to resources. The members of the Penglai Secondary Sect remained scattered across the territories of the three islands below Mirage Tower Mountain, under the command of the Supreme Sect.

The Penglai Supreme Sect was essentially dominated by cultivators from the nine provinces, while the numerous indigenous cultivators were mostly relegated to the Penglai Secondary Sect, losing their leadership over the three islands of Penglai.

During this period, some members of the Penglai Secondary Sect became aware of the situation and sought to unite all the indigenous cultivators to banish these outsiders, hoping to restore their idyllic way of life. However, at this point, the Penglai Supreme Sect had wielded enough power and ruthlessly dealt with the group of dissenters.

Since then, the fate of the supreme and secondary sects of Penglai were determined.

Several thousand years had gone by and only the Penglai Supreme Sect became known to the world.

Many people who inherited the legacy of the Penglai Secondary Sect were putting in their utmost effort to cultivate, hoping to stand out one day and earn a place to join the Penglai Supreme Sect.

Amidst the misty clouds, Mirage Tower Mountain stood tall and aloof, appearing both real and illusory. On its immensely towering and expansive peaks, countless splendid pavilions and palaces resembled a heavenly realm on earth.

Yang Yuhu's apparition appeared before a grand hall and he called out, "Esteemed teacher, save me!"

"Hmm?" A daoist with yellow whiskers in the grand hall opened his eyes.

From a young age, his hair had been different from others, appearing golden in color. And so, he called himself Daoist Huang Long[1]. He was also a respected elder of the Penglai Supreme Sect.

When he saw Yang Yuhu's apparition rushing over, Daoist Huang Long abruptly stood up and asked in a concerned tone, "What's wrong?"

"I was hunting diabolical cultivators in the Misty Waters City when a powerful cultivator appeared and trapped me in an enchanted tool. I will die of suffocation in 1 hour and 45 minutes!"

When the Daoist Huang Long heard this, his expression grew grim. With a wave of his sleeve, he asked, "Misty Waters City?"

He flipped his hand and held Yang Yuhu's apparition in his palm. Then, he leaped up and his body instantly transformed into a golden light!

He used the immortal art known as the Golden Path!

Of all the divine skills and techniques known in the world, the Golden Path was undoubtedly the best in terms of flying speed!

In comparison to the Golden Path, the immortal art Dimension Compression, which was basically teleportation, could only allow teleportation within a short distance. It couldn't be used continuously for long distances.

There were other divine techniques and teleportation skills that could achieve the same function as the Golden Path, enabling users to traverse vast expanses such as mountains and seas, However, they often required a preset guide for navigation, making them inferior to Golden Path.

Whoosh!

When the golden light flashed, Daoist Huang Long had already crossed the vast sea and arrived outside of the Misty Waters.

Daoist Huang Long then revealed his true form. With Yang Yuhu's guidance, he moved again and found the location outside the city.

He scanned the location with his divine sense and muttered in confusion, "What black iron alms bowl?"

"It's there!" Yang Yuhu pointed in a direction when he suddenly uttered, "Eh?"

Daoist Huang Long landed gracefully beside Yang Yuhu's apparition. Surveying the desolate wilderness, he spotted Yang Yuhu's body seated nearby, guarded by a handsome young man with clear distinct features and dressed in brocade.

As Yang Yuhu's divine consciousness returned to his body, he opened his eyes.

Chu Liang immediately smiled and said, "Brother Yang, you are awake."

When Chu Liang saw Daoist Huang land on the ground, he stood up to greet the elder, offering a bow.

Yang Yuhu asked in confusion, "Where is that black iron alms bowl?"

Chu Liang looked up as he responded, "Ah?"

1. Huang Long means yellow dragon ☜