Chapter 2108 - 2105: How Is It You?

Ying Youwei curiously leaned forward, her gaze falling on the mark in the upper right corner of the map, and her beautiful eyes widened instantly: "Brother Xu, this seems to be... a map of Beiming Mountain!"

"Beiming Mountain?!" Ying Youlu also hurried over, her eyes flashing with surprise: "Is it the fabled Beiming Mountain where the Three-Life Stone was born?"

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she could hardly believe the fortune in front of her: "I didn’t think there would really be a map leading to this place! Brother Xu, your luck is incredible!"

Xu Wendong frowned slightly, his eyes full of doubt: "Beiming Mountain? What kind of holy land is that?"

The two sisters exchanged a glance, showing expressions of shock.

Ying Youlu stamped her foot anxiously: "Brother Xu, you actually don’t know? It’s the legendary holy land where the Three-Life Stone was born!"

Her voice carried a sense of reverence: "The Three-Life Stone is the Supreme Treasure of the Netherworld, capable of seeing through past and present lives. Beiming Mountain is said to be the place where the Spirit Vein of Heaven and Earth is found, with Spiritual Energy so rich it can become material, and any spot there might hide incredible opportunities."

Xu Wendong rubbed his chin, as if in thought: "So, Beiming Mountain is more magical than the Three-Life Stone? But how does Elder Qian have a map?"

This question suddenly quieted the atmosphere.

The Ying Sisters looked at each other, lost in thought.

Beiming Mountain has always been a legendary place, sought after by countless people throughout their lives, yet no one has truly set foot there.

At this moment, the voice of the Painting Saint echoed in Xu Wendong’s mind, with a touch of age and wisdom: "This map is ninety percent likely to be fake."

"But even if it has a sliver of possibility, it can still stir up violent storms in the Netherworld."

He paused, then continued, "Over the years, countless maps of Beiming Mountain have circulated in the Netherworld, just as people chase after the Three-Life Stone, knowing the hope is slim, yet still proceeding one after another."

Xu Wendong was even more puzzled: "Since they all know it’s fake, why do they still flock to it?"

"Because human nature is inherently greedy, always harboring the mindset of a gambler." The voice of the Painting Saint seemed to sigh with insight into worldly matters: "Just like cultivation, knowing the chance of breakthrough is minimal, but as long as there is a thread of hope, who would ever give up?"

"This is both the weakness of human nature and the drive to live."

Xu Wendong nodded thoughtfully, his gaze falling once again on the map: "So even though I know it might be fake, I should still give it a try?"

"Of course you should go! Even if you don’t find Beiming Mountain, that place surely hides great opportunities."

"What, are you scared?" The Painting Saint’s voice carried a tease.

"Would I be scared?" Xu Wendong arched a brow and laughed, his eyes flashing sharply: "In this Netherworld, there’s no place I’m afraid to go! Besides, the Three-Life Stone Fragment isn’t complete yet, I won’t return to the mortal world so easily."

He took a deep breath, turned to look at the Ying Sisters, his gaze gentle yet firm: "Let’s go back."

His arm naturally encircled the shoulders of the two women, but he felt Ying Youlu’s slightly trembling body.

"Brother Xu, are you going to leave?" Ying Youlu looked up, her eyes red, her voice tinged with sobs. She stared closely at the map in Xu Wendong’s hand, as if it were the culprit pushing him away.

Xu Wendong gently held the hands of the two women, the warmth of his palm carrying reassurance: "Meeting is certain, forgetting unnecessary."

"No!" Ying Youlu suddenly hugged his waist, tears streaming down: "I don’t want to forget Brother Xu! Can you not leave?"

Ying Youwei also had reddened eyes, speaking eagerly: "Brother Xu, stay in Black Tiger City! My sister and I will marry you, and all the resources of the Ying Family will be yours!"

Her eyes were full of reluctance and attachment; such an extraordinary man, who could let go easily?

Xu Wendong smiled helplessly, reaching out to wipe away the tears on Ying Youlu’s face: "A good man’s ambitions lie far and wide, how could he be held back by love and affection? We will meet again."

"And I’m not leaving right now, why the rush?"

Yet, no amount of comfort could surpass the sadness of parting. Although the Ying Sisters stopped crying, they clung to him like two frightened fawns, afraid that if they loosened their grip, this man would disappear into the vast Netherworld.

As the three stepped out of the forbidden zone, a cold wind hit their face.

The air was filled with intense killing intent, a shadow flickered like a ghost.

"Boy, I’ve finally waited for you!" Huang Family Master Huang Biao stepped from the shadows, eyes burning with flames of hatred: "Zhuo Yang didn’t deal with you inside, so it’s your luck."

"Today, I shall avenge the elders of the Huang Family who died!" Radiating horrifying pressure, the longsword in his hand buzzed, as if impatient to drink blood.

Huang Biao stood suspended in the air, Gale Tower in his hand glowing with eerie blue light, coldness seeping between the tower’s patterns, like it had gathered the Yin Energy of the entire world.

The rising Yin wind around him seemed almost tangible, hacking out dark crevices, with clouds and mist swirling beneath his feet, a true embodiment of a Netherworld demon god wielding life and death.

Such pressure, even among Ghost Control Realm experts, was notable, yet ultimately fell short of Elder Qian.

Xu Wendong stood with his hands behind his back, a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, emanating composure that contrasted sharply with the killing atmosphere.

The Ying Sisters stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes reflecting a calm vastly different from before; after witnessing the Devouring Power of Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire, how could they fear the person in front of them?

"Oh? Why aren’t you afraid?" Surprise flickered in Huang Biao’s eyes, the memory of Xu Wendong fleeing in disgrace conflicting with his current composed demeanor.

He had thought he could easily crush Xu Wendong into pulp, yet did not expect the three to be as vigilant as if facing a formidable opponent.

"Why should I fear you?" Xu Wendong sneered, abruptly raising dark fog around him, the aura of the Nine Netherworlds Manual intertwining with the heat of Heaven and Earth Spirit Fire, forming a bizarre yet formidable aura.

"The battle just now wasn’t satisfying, you came just in time, perfect to test my new move."

Before the words fell, Xu Wendong vanished like a ghost, reappearing right in front of Huang Biao.

The Dark Dragon Roaming Step shattered the void, leaving trails of afterimages. His palm pressed against Huang Biao’s shoulder, and Devouring Power surged like a fierce undercurrent, exploding instantly.

Huang Biao’s pupils contracted, trying to struggle, but found his power being rapidly siphoned away before his eyes.

"What?!" Huang Biao watched in horror as his body gradually shriveled, his soul power pouring into Xu Wendong’s body like a breached dam.

All his resistance seemed feeble under this terrifying Devouring Power, his entire being akin to a dried-up log, teetering on collapse.

"Impossible... how can you possess such ability..." Huang Biao desperately roared, reaching to grab Xu Wendong’s face.

Xu Wendong neither dodged nor flinched, and when the mask was torn away, the face wanted by the Da Yin Dynasty was fully exposed!

"It’s you!" Huang Biao’s eyes widened, his voice full of disbelief, "You’re the Heavenly Nether Domain traitor on the wanted list?!"