Chapter 397: Chapter 403: So Tragic? (Second Update)

“Nicholas Yang’s first law?” the sneaky cat was stunned, “I don’t believe you, you’re just making things up!”

Yang Zhen shrugged, spotting a feather dropping awkwardly onto the ground. He pointed towards a fork in the road, saying, “This way!”

“How do you know it s this way? What if we’re wrong?” The sneaky cat clearly didn’t quite believe Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen was outraged, adding, “You can doubt this Sao Saint, but you must believe in the power of science!”

“Science, what the hell is that?” The sneaky cat looked bewildered, pointing at the dropped feather, “We just saw it, this feather doesn’t want to go this way at all!”

That’s because there’s wind in this cave, it’s blowing out, the feather, of course, won’t go this way!” Yang Zhen said triumphantly, retorting, “Use that pig brain of yours to think, would a cave from which wind is blowing be a dead end?”

The sneaky cat exclaimed, his eyes suddenly lit up, “Is there such a tactic?”

“Of course, this is the message conveyed by the great Nicholas Yang’s first law, believe in the power of science!” Yang Zhen beamed with pride.

The sneaky cat was furious, “I have a kylin brain, not a pig brain.” Now you realize, so what’s the difference from a pig brain?” Yang Zhen smirked and walked ahead.

Along the way, the sneaky cat was observing the surroundings. When the trio saw a massive cave, the sneaky cat shrieked, “Dammit, you guessed it right, this place is the ancestral land of the ancient tribe!”

Yang Zhen was also taken aback. The endless underground world in front of him was thriving, with heat waves continuously gushing out from the ground. It was lush and full of life, even more suitable for living than the surface.

“This holy woman of the ancient tribe really knows how to pick a spot, finding such an underground world. But why isn’t there an ice sculpture here?” Yang Zhen hesitatingly asked.

The sneaky cat grinned and rubbed his hands, “Why do you care about the ice sculpture? You’re not stealing her. There are so many treasures here, it would be a waste not to take them after we’ve had such a hard time getting here.” “Wrong, why are there no people here?” Yang Zhen looked around nervously. Such a vibrant place, yet there wasn’t a single person from the ancient tribe, this was inherently dangerous.

The sneaky cat was also puzzled, “Could it be that they’ve all gone to some opening ceremony?”

They wouldn’t all have gone, would they?”

The sneaky cat laughed, “You don’t know the ancient tribe. They take the opening ceremonies quite seriously, and everyone has to participate, including the elderly and children. If they’re holding some sort of ceremony, there would be no one here. What are we waiting for? There’s so much good stuff; we can take whatever we want.”

Yang Zhen grabbed the sneaky cat, seriously cautioned, “How can one be so shameless?”

The sneaky cat staggered under Yang Zhen’s grip and looked at him suspiciously.

Yang Zhen, dead serious, added, “At least leave something for the ancient tribe.”

“Leave.Jeave what?” The sneaky cat stared blankly at Yang Zhen.

“For instance…when you take a spiritual plant, never uproot it completely. At least leave the root behind so that it can regrow next year.”

“You’re right!” The sneaky cat completely agreed.

As the two were discussing, they turned around to find that the cocky chicken had vanished. They looked around and found that it had already dashed out and was pecking madly at a bright red fruit.

“Dammit, you wasteful cocky chicken!” Yang Zhen and the sneaky cat exclaimed in unison, exchanged glances, and rushed over.

After an hour, Yang Zhen, the cocky chicken, and the sneaky cat finally looked back contentedly at the now barren ancestral lands of the ancient tribe, exchanged glances and gave bizarre laughs.

Buzz- !

A terrifying hum echoed, causing the entire cave to tremble. Yang Zhen’s expression changed and he looked towards the direction of the noise in surprise.

“Over there!” the mean cat pointed out.

“Let’s go check it out!”

Next to the Ice Palace Cluster, overwhelming waves of negative energy were sweeping the entire cave, changing everyone’s expressions.

“What the hell are these ancient people up to?” Old Ghost Hei’s face changed continuously, staring at the rampant negative energy in the sky and said in horror, “Such terrifying negative energy, once released, will have a devastating effect on the minds of many practitioners here. It might even lead them directly into demonic possession!”

“Practitioners below the Divine Travel Stage, leave here immediately!” Shang Yao roared furiously, his face looking exceptionally dreadful.

However, his roar was too late. The terrifying negative energy swept across, enveloping the entire cave – and with it, all the practitioners – in the blink of an eye.

The Palace Master and the Mofeng Lord God’s faces changed drastically. They glanced at each other and took action, setting up a prohibition barrier that isolated everything around them, protecting Mo Xueling and others within it. Mo Xueling’s face turned pale, growing more and more pained as she struggled to say, “This negative energy can actually corrode one’s mind. Stop them, quickly!”

Old Ghost Hei yelled angrily, “Damn it, what the hell are you guys doing?” At Old Ghost Hei’s roar, everyone present shuddered, looking at the crowd of ancient people in terror.

All the practitioners under the Divine Travel Stage looked ferocious, their faces turning liver-colored from the pain of the negative energy invasion.

If this situation continued for a long time, once the negative energy invaded their minds, most of the practitioners below the Divine Travel Stage would become muddled, akin to walking corpses.

Ordinary practitioners had no way to control the negative energy, which was completely different from the ancient people who used negative energy to temper their bodies.

Everyone rushed towards the ice sculpture to prevent the ancient people from continuing their ritual. If the entire negative energy were to be released, even the Tribulation Crossing Period powerhouses present would find it hard to withstand.

The old man of the ancient tribe sneered, “Negative energy is a unique cultivation method of our Sha Clan. I have advised you before, but you were stubborn. You don’t respect the lives of many practitioners for the sake of the Ice Palace Cluster. Who’s to blame?”

At his words, the faces of Old Ghost Hei, Shang Yao, and others changed continuously. They watched the practitioners who were furiously attacking the ice sculpture prohibition, but were always blocked three feet away. In a low voice, they said, “Sha Clan, we don’t care what clan you are, whether you’re from the Shanggeng Secret Clan or the Shanggeng Ancient Clan. There are still many practitioners present, you must stop this ritual!”

The elder looked at them with disdain and mocked, “Stop the ritual? Wishful thinking. If you are so stubborn, then all of you can die here. Including you, Tribulation Crossing Period powerhouses. I did have sympathy for your hard-earned cultivation, but you insist on seeking death. Some things are just beyond the reach of mortals!”

Fellow practitioners, let’s break this ice sculpture prohibition with me!”

Boom !

Another wave of terrifying negative energy burst out. The members of the Sha Clan coldly watched everyone, their faces filled with disdain and mockery.

At this moment, Little Ice slowly arrived, her face looked at the hysterical practitioners, then turned said, “Elder, I’ll leave the rest to Nuoyu!”

expressionless. She deeply to the Sha Clan elder and

There was a trace of reluctance in the elder’s eyes. He wanted to reach out and pat Little Ice’s shoulder but held back. He turned his head and said, “Child, the Sha Clan owes you an apology!”

On Little Ice’s face appeared a cold yet beautiful smile, pure and serene as a bamboo forest in spring rain.

“This is my destiny!”

Saying this, Little Ice slowly turned around, walking towards the ice sculpture with a determined posture. Suddenly, countless drops of blood erupted from her body, fluttering about like a light dance. Two beautiful tears fell and landed softly on the ground.

A voice resonated, as if echoing from a frozen valley, “If possible, I… don’t want to die!”

As her voice trailed off, everyone in the Sha Clan was visibly shaken. Stunned, Yang Zhen gazed from a hilltop and turned to ask the mean cat, “Wow, this is so dramatic! What are they trying to do?”