Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

172. Underworld Palace

Translator: Helene

“How… How is that possible?” Ling Yun looked at Nan Chen in surprise, realizing Nan Chen had reached a high level in cultivation.

Nan Chen sneered and slowly worked up a spiritual ball in his hand. This spiritual ball was no different from the one Ling Yun had made earlier, but the size was different. Of course, the power it contained was accordingly different.

“If it weren’t for you, I would not have progressed so much in my cultivation. In order to repay you, I will return this to you,” After Nan Chen spoke, the spiritual ball in his hand flew towards Ling Yun.

Before Ling Yun could dodge, the huge energy entered his body.

His body was filled with energy, as if his body was about to explode in the next moment.

Ling Yun immediately sat down and adjusted his breath, trying to control the spiritual power in his body.

The power of this spirit ball was more than a thousand times stronger than the one he made.

“Let’s go in. It depends on his own fortune.” Knowing that Zhuo Hua was soft-hearted, Nan Chen didn’t want to kill in front of him. Besides, Ling Yun would die.

He took the key from Ling Yun and opened the door.

Zhuo Hua didn’t feel anything wrong with what Nan Chen had done. Since Nan Chen had endured so many forces back then, it would be Ling Yun’s fate if he didn’t pull through. After all, he couldn’t forget the helplessness of watching Nan Chen suffer as he couldn’t do anything.

Nan Chen held Zhuo Hua’s hand and went through the door. Gu Mu and the other ghost cultivators followed behind them.

After they went through the door, they saw a very long tunnel. They walked for a long time before they saw the vague light at the end of the tunnel.

Zhuo Hua sped up and walked towards the light. At the same time, he was highly alert. He couldn’t forget the black mist in the inn that day. He had never sensed such a dangerous air before.

However, when he was only one step away from the exit of the tunnel, he did not see the black mist. Normally, since the black mist made painstaking efforts to the people of Muyang Temple here, it would not let them off easily. Zhuo Hua felt uneasy as he hadn’t seen the black mist around.

He felt complicated. It was like he made a mistake, but his parents didn’t blame him. Instead, they praised him.

“Master, what’s wrong?” Nan Chen didn’t feel suspicious. When the black mist appeared, he was unconscious. Besides, Zhuo Hua had never told him about it.

“It’s okay.” Zhuo Hua shook his head and took a step forward, getting out of the tunnel.

The space inside was several times bigger than expected. It was like a huge underground palace with four mountain-like pillars, which were the only support for this underground palace.

Zhuo Hua saw not only the disciples of Muyang Temple but also many familiar faces of Yihuan Sect, the Alchemist Sect, Tingyu Loft, and other sects.

The exit was at the highest point of the underground palace. At a glance, one could see everyone’s movement.

Some round stone stools were scattered throughout the underground palace, including the walls and four pillars.

When they saw someone enter through the tunnel, everyone below did not look up, thinking that Zhuo Hua and the others were just servants delivering the food. After all, there were disciples who had not reached the realm of inedia.

Zhuo Hua looked around and saw Qing Yangzi meditating on one of the stone stools.

“Junior Brother!” Zhuo Hua called.