I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 52

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“You said the place we are going to is the Blood Cave?”

Qiu Yin’an suddenly jumped up from the bed. With a wave of his hand, he lit up half of the red wax on the candlestick on the floor next to the bed.

The beating candlelight suddenly pierced the darkness, and Qiu Yin’an’s pupils slowly shrank. He looked at Wan Qiongju in disbelief and asked again, “Are you talking about the blood cave where the Tan Bell Beast is imprisoned? Are you sure? Did you remember correctly?”

Wan Qiongju lay on his back and glanced at Qiu Yin’an, then stood up calmly, his voice as calm as his eyes, “Yes, the Blood Cave is the first position of the Octagon Formation.”

Hearing Wan Qiongju’s decisive answer again, Qiu Yin’an’s back, which had been straightened out of surprise, gradually collapsed, and the shock on his face was not gone, but it was filled with a lot of bitterness.

Wan Qiongju took his hand and placed it in her palm, “It is not easy to eradicate a person in the realm of sage.”

“I know, I’ve made preparations in my heart.” Qiu Yin’an sighed, and then threw himself into Wan Qiongju’s arms. His voice was muffled and coquettish: “I’m just afraid that Chen Liang is not dead. I don’t want to go ahead of him. That would be bad luck.”

“No.” Wan Qiongju touched Qiu Yin’an’s head, chuckled twice, and then lay down with his arms around him, wrapping the two of them into a warm quilt.

Qiu Yin’an pinched Wan Qiongju under the quilt and asked softly: “Why are you laughing?”

“I laugh at the fact that people like Master will sometimes be scared.” Wan Qiongju’s mouth was still curved. He raised his hand to push away the lock of hair covering Qiu Yin’an’s eyes, and then rubbed his fingertips on the cool side of his face. “Master has a soul-protecting lamp in his hand, and I am willing to sacrifice my life for you, so you don’t have to worry too much about this.”

“It’s not worth it if I let you risk your life to kill Chen Liang.” Qiu Yin’an raised his hand and tapped Wan Qiongju’s lips, “You also have to cherish your life, and don’t have the thought of sacrificing your life for me. If you are gone, how good can I live? You are not allowed to say such things again.”

Qiu Yin Anfu poked Wan Qiongju’s heart again, “You’re not allowed to think like that.”

“I just want you to feel at ease.” Wan Qiongju held Qiu Yin’an’s hand and kissed it, “For you, I will cherish this life. Don’t worry, everything will be as you wish.”

Everything will go as you wish, these words seemed to have come to my ears not long ago, but the place the two of them were now was no longer a soft bed, but a blood-melted cave where the ghosts and souls roared.

The Tan Bell Beast is imprisoned in the Blood Melting Cave. This thing was originally the spiritual pet of a certain immortal. Later, he made some mistake and was tied to the altar at the bottom of the cave with a soul-locking black iron chain by the immortal.

This beast initially devoured the wandering souls that accidentally wandered into this place. Later, the underworld discovered that it could devour souls, so it threw all the souls who had accumulated evil for thousands of years and even the eighteen levels of purgatory could not wipe away their sins into the Blood Cave. As time went by, this place became a place of evil.

There was a smell of resentment in the blood cave. Qiu Yin’an covered her nose and walked in with Wan Qiongju, “Do you have to stuff things under that altar? I think the evil spirit is strong everywhere here, and it doesn’t matter where Chen Liang’s horoscope is buried.”

Wan Qiongju held the torch and looked at Qiu Yin’an tenderly in the dim light. He replied: “If it is the same everywhere, wouldn’t it be too easy to set up the eight-square array?”

Qiu Yin’an thought for a while and thought to himself, if it were the same everywhere, I am afraid that at this moment, his and Wan Qiongju’s feet would have been covered with someone’s birth date and birth date.

Wan Qiongju held the man behind him, and explored the path first with Qiu Yin’an. He said in a deep voice: “Master, please be careful. The stones in this grotto are uneven and stained with moisture. It is easy to slip under your feet. Don’t be distracted and keep your eyes on the road.”

Qiu Yin’an adjusted his pace with Wan Qiongju. He stared at the tips of his shoes and asked, “Xiao Wan, I feel that my spiritual power has been suppressed by several percent since I entered this hemolytic cave. Look at the torch we use for lighting. Normally I can light it with a snap of my fingers. But just when I lit such a thing, I actually had to concentrate on adjusting my spiritual power. And the further inside, the more my spiritual power was suppressed.”

Qiu Yin’an silently mobilized his spiritual power, wanting to test the degree of suppression of the technique. A faint trace of spiritual power had just condensed on his fingertips. Before he could clearly feel the strength, his feet suddenly slipped. He hurriedly tried to stabilize his body, but the strange rocks under his feet were as slippery as if they were greased, and his body began to spin uncontrollably.

“Xiao Wan.” Qiu Yin’an’s head tightened and she shouted instinctively.

The dark wind roared in his ears, the tip of his nose was filled with the rotten smell of the pool water, and the deep pool in front of him was as black as insoluble ink. Qiu Yin’an wanted to use his magic power, but his magic power was suppressed not enough for him to save himself.

For a moment, Qiu Yin’an’s mind flashed through the scene of him falling into the bottom of the pond, falling onto the altar, and being swallowed by the pond bell beast.

Just as his mind was raging with thoughts of his soul being torn to pieces, Wan Qiongju’s hand suddenly stretched out from his side, grabbed his waist firmly, and pushed him back violently. Qiu Yin’an crashed into Wan Qiongju’s arms, barely able to stabilize his body.

He looked at the torch that Wan Qiongju had dropped. The beating firelight fell straight down in the direction where he almost fell. The firelight drew a weak arc in the darkness. As it fell deeper and deeper, the light was gradually swallowed up by the darkness. In the end, only a few sparks flickered and disappeared completely. It took a long time for Qiu Yin’an to hear a muffled sound.

Qiu Yin’an’s chest was heaving. He raised his hand and pressed it on his chest. His fingertips were trembling slightly. His tone was trembling with fear, “It’s actually so deep now.”

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.” Wan Qiongju held him in his arms to comfort him for a moment. He didn’t let him go until he felt the delicate shaking of Qiu Yin’an’s body had stabilized.

After the torch fell, the surrounding area was instantly enveloped in thick darkness. Wan Qiongju twisted his fingers, and a piece of talisman paper floated in the void. He hooked his hand again, and the talisman turned into a small flame, dancing in front of the two of them.

Wan Qiongju took Qiu Yin’an’s hand and said, “This time I will hold you.”

Qiu Yin’an’s eyes fell on the dancing little flames, and he frowned slightly and asked: “Xiao Wan, don’t you feel that your spiritual power is suppressed? When I almost fell into the pool just now, I tried to concentrate on saving myself, but the spiritual power in my body seemed to be tied up by something, making it difficult to mobilize. Why can you twist the talisman so easily?”

While Qiu Yin’an was asking, he tried to adjust his spiritual power again. After trying three times, he finally felt that there was spiritual power surging in his meridians, but the feeling was definitely not the same as usual.

Wan Qiongju lowered his eyes and glanced at the magic talisman in his hand, and said in an indifferent tone, “Maybe it’s because my cultivation is not as good as Master’s, and the Yin Qi has less influence on low-level monks like me.”

Qiu Yin’an raised his eyebrows and said, “You and I have been practicing together for so long, and now your cultivation is not too low.”

Wan Qiongju held Qiu Yin’an’s hand tightly and said, “Master, don’t dwell on this matter. Before I’m suppressed, let’s move forward by taking advantage of the fire.”

Before Qiu Yin’an could figure this out, he was held by Wan Qiongju and walked forward. Qiu Yin’an said with doubts on his brows: “I’m here in a hurry. I should know more about the Blood Cave and the Octagonal Formation. Xiao Wan, after setting up this corner of the Blood Cave, let’s go to Wan Zong Mountain to look for the classics about the Octagonal Formation. I want to read it and understand every corner of the formation so that I can deal with it.”

While Wan Qiongju was exploring the road intently, he replied in a calm tone: “Okay, we happened to pass by Wanzong Mountain when we were returning to Qingxuan Peak, so we should go and have a look. However, the two masters of the Wang family were harmed by Yu Jingyan, so it is unlikely that the classics can still be found.”

“Yes, let’s finish setting up the formation first.” Qiu Yin’an walked behind Wan Qiongju, always feeling uneasy in his heart. It was dark all around here, and the faint light of the magic talisman could only illuminate a few steps in front of him. The darkness further away was full of unknowns, accompanied by the rotten smell, which made people’s back tighten.

While walking, Wan Qiongju suddenly stopped, “What’s wrong?” Qiu Yin’an asked.

Wan Qiongju activated his magic power to make the flame bigger, “Look.”

Qiu Yin’an followed Wan Qiongju’s gaze and suddenly felt horrified, “Lang Yue? Weren’t you killed by a witch cultivator?”