Fang Xing’s spirit sense was powerful and his response was quick as well; when he noticed most of the cultivators looking at them were shocked but weren’t showing any murderous intent, he instantly knew they were a crowd that had followed over as onlookers.

　　“Most of them are just watching for fun….”

　　Suddenly, a group of Foundation Stage cultivators down below and the red-armored soldier leading them flew towards him with the clear intent to kill. These people were from the Eight Bewitched Follower tribes, and as soon as Fang Xing realized this, he immediately yelled to the golden crow, “Let’s go!”

　　A great and solemn aura suddenly covered the pair and a loud voice bellowed out, “Little demon, where is Grand Elder Qielan?” followed by a giant hand nearly the size of a mountain falling towards Fang Xing to try to grab on to him. The hand and voice both belonged to one of the three Golden Cores Huangfu Qielan had left outside guarding the entrance.

　　These three Golden Cores had been concerned Fang Xing might find some alternative method to escape from the tombs, so they’d spread themselves in the sky rather than guarding at a single exit to keep him from potentially sneaking away. The Golden Core who’d been guarding this side of the exit saw Fang Xing come out and had struck out with a giant hand.

　　“Dammit, there’s still a Golden Core guarding here?” Fang Xing had thought he’d lured all the Golden Cores inside, and he was frustrated to find that wasn’t the case. He’d intended to borrow the Yin Ghost Thralls to kill all of them off so only ordinary Foundation Stage cultivators he wasn’t really afraid of were left to deal with. Even if he ended up wounded, the golden crow was more than capable of carrying him off into safety against Foundation Stage cultivators, yet the Huangfu cultivators weren’t fools and had unexpectedly left behind some Golden Cores as guards.

　　“Go back!” Fang Xing instantly made his decision and hurried the golden crow to return to the fog. He didn’t have any more methods to hinder the Golden Cores, and trying to flee from them right now had an extremely low chance of success. Without any choice in the matter, they could only return to the stone cave to see if there were alternative paths or exits. Perhaps they could find that old stone tortoise and negotiate with it using the last Blood Lotus Seed or fox mask as leverage, or see if its reverent tortoise self would be generous enough to spare them their lives….

　　Back when he was planning everything out, Fang Xing had also prepared everything in advance and hid these two items elsewhere. The purpose was simple: if he was unable to successfully kill the Golden Cores inside the Qingqiu Tombs, he’d use these two items to threaten that old turtle. The Blood Lotus Seed aside, Fang Xing knew the fox mask was certainly extremely important and that the stone tortoise definitely wouldn’t take it lightly….

　　The situation didn’t seem to be that bad, however; just as Fang Xing was about to return to the fog, two masked cultivators suddenly dashed out from the sky. The first grabbed at the cultivator who’d attempted to attack Fang Xing from above while the second stood in mid-air and began moving his hands, creating a powerful and chaotic force that locked down the entire sky and petrified all of the cultivators in the surroundings.

　　The masked person who flew towards the Huangfu clan’s Golden Core sent a spirit sense message to Fang Xing with a low sigh: “Hurry up and seize this opportunity to escape….”

　　‘He’s actually come to save me….’ Fang Xing immediately recognized who the masked person was after sensing the movements of spirit sense, and it filled him with rather complex emotions. In truth, while he was planning his assassination attempt against the Huangfu clan’s young master, not only had he been filled with melancholy and anger that was hard to suppress after shooting Tie Rukuang with an arrow, but there’d been a degree of loneliness, too. The Huangfu clan had threatened him in such a manner, yet no one had cared enough to help. When he saw these two masked people, however, a warmth began to form in his heart. One of them was naturally the old Wanluo, while the other who managed to petrify all the surrounding Foundation Stage cultivators with a single move was none other than Hu Qin. Fang Xing had thought he was all alone, someone who was loathed by even the heavens and earth, but the reality was there were still two people who’d come to save him.

　　“You better not fail, you old bastard! Don’t get yourself caught and killed as well…” Fang Xing hurriedly replied using spirit sense as well, telling the old Wanluo to be careful. It was genuine, too; Fang Xing could clearly see how much weight each person held in his heart, and he was truly concerned the Huangfu clan would capture the old Wanluo. If such a thing occurred, there’d be no hope of Fang Xing saving him ….

　　The masked person in the air sent another message, this time angry. “F*ck off!” The old Wanluo was clearly not very satisfied with Fang Xing’s parting words.

　　Swoosh ….

　　Knowing how rare this opportunity was, the golden crow spread his wings, fluttered his golden feathers, and thrust out into the open. No matter how great the heavens and earth were, what was most important right now was keeping their lives! At a time like this, the best choice was to flee.

　　The closest Huangfu Golden Core already had his arms and legs bound from the old Wanluo’s sudden attack and was unable to focus on anything else. As for the other cultivators who’d been frozen stiff by Hu Qin, they were also unable to do anything. With the help of these two masters, Fang Xing was actually able to flee under the watchful eye of so many cultivators….

　　When he saw how likely escape had now become, Fang Xing started to become complacent. He sat reversed on the golden crow’s back, held up the head of the young master, and began loudly laughing while proclaiming to everyone present, “You can all let the Huangfu clan know that this is the result of offending their little grandpa. A young master, ten Golden Cores, this is just interest. When I decide to take back what is owed, I will not let even a dog of the Huangfu clan survive….”

　　With these words, those who wanted to stop him and those who’d simply wanted to watch the drama unfold all felt the same shock. For a Foundation Stage cultivator to dare say such words as wanting to annihilate the Huangfu clan was nothing more than a grand joke, yet what was even more terrifying was that at least half of the cultivators did not see this as a joke….

　　Even the young master of the Huangfu clan had been killed, as well as nine Golden Cores; what couldn’t this little demon do?

　　“Where are you going, little demon?”

　　Just as Fang Xing was complacently boasting, he heard the echo of a voice in the distant sky as two Golden Cores rushed over amidst gusts of wind and thunder. They were the other two Golden Cores Huangfu Qielan had left behind as guards, and when they saw something seemingly happening in this area, they instantly began rushing over with teleportation.

　　‘Why the hell are there still two more Golden Cores!’ This gave Fang Xing quite a fright, and he immediately stopping boasting and hurried the golden crow to flee instead.

　　“The little demon must die. For you to dare obstruct us, do you want to have your entire clan killed?” the two Golden Cores demanded while hurrying over. The two of them were still miles out, but they’d already activated their spells and fired them towards the old Wanluo.

　　The three Golden Cores were all furious to the extreme. Their young master’s assassination aside, even their own Golden Cores had been tricked and killed. They were the Huangfu clan, the hidden royal family; when was the last time they’d ever been disadvantaged to such a degree? To make matters even more infuriating, there were actually people who dared to help the little demon at such a critical moment. Had the might and influence of the Huangfu clan truly fallen to such a degree? Did these people believe there weren’t going to be any consequences for opposing the Huangfu clan?

　　The old Wanluo showed a smile before forming a hand seal. “Hehe, I just want to say, I’ve been wanting to have a taste of your Huangfu clan’s Script of Ravaged Tapestry for a long time….” With a flash, two shadows split off from him and formed a seal of their own as they flew towards the other two Golden Cores. It looked as though the old Wanluo intended to fend off all three Golden Cores on his own, while the old man Hu Qin below swept the area with a cold gaze and plucked at the air as though playing invisible strings. A sturdy sword aura rose up and sped towards one of the Golden Cores in the air, helping to even out the pressure for the old Wanluo.

　　With Chufung’s top cultivator joining forces with the old monster Wanluo whose power wasn’t completely known, not only were all three of the Huangfu clan’s Golden Cores stopped and all the other cultivators with ill intentions prevented from moving, it even seemed as though they had some extra strength to spare. The three Golden Cores watched Fang Xing and the golden crow escaping farther and farther out into the distance, but the only thing they could do was become angrier. They wanted to give chase, but they were merely cultivators from one of the Huangfu clan’s branches, incomparable to extremely talented Golden Cores like Huangfu Qielan from the main branch. The battle prowess from these two masked people were beyond their imagination, to the point the three of them were unable to break away to continue the chase….

　　They roared out, filled to the brim with hatred!

　　At the same time, the fog within the Qingqiu Tombs began to move and someone actually dashed out from inside. His hair was a mess, his robe was disordered, he was covered in wounds—including a missing arm—and he was continuously shouting, but it was none other than Huangfu Qielan. Fang Xing would have been rendered speechless if he saw Huangfu Qielan had actually managed to forcibly escape from the stone cave.

　　When the old monster Wanluo and old man Hu Qin saw this, they began to feel a trace of concern. Although the two of them were enough to suppress the three people who’d been left outside as guards, the amount of pressure they’d have to deal with if Huangfu Qielan joined in would be a little too much to bear.

　　Fortunately, it was only a brief moment before two more masked Golden Cores rushed out and began attacking Huangfu Qielan without a word. Poor Huangfu Qielan had only just managed to escape that damned place and hadn’t even stabilized his own body, yet before he was able to regain his breath, he was forced back inside the fog by these two great forces….

　　Old monster Wanluo and the old man Hu Qin both laughed, thinking it was about time these two bastards joined in.