Junior Disciple

Chapter Eighteen

He said viciously.

The youth's deep eyes stared at the red thread hidden around his waist.

He reached out, touched it, and lightly tugged on something. The hem of the young man's robes shifted slightly, as if in provocation.

Yu Qingwei, however, was completely unaware. When the distance between them was less than ten meters, the spiritual tether would automatically disappear, causing no sense of pulling. Only when they were ten meters apart would he feel the tug, and at a hundred meters, the tether would shrink and forcibly bind them together.

After finishing his words, Yu Qingwei forced his expression to remain cold. Without another word, he led the youth deeper into the area.

The most urgent matter at hand was finding the spiritual treasure. Snowflakes hovered motionless in midair, creating a surreal and picturesque scene.

The further they went, the colder it became.

Yu Qingwei's gaze darkened. He realized that the spiritual treasure had likely matured during his breakthrough. But why couldn't he sense the area of concentrated spiritual energy?

He turned back to ask the person behind him, "On your way here, did you notice anything unusual?"

It was far too quiet. Yu Qingwei's fingers clenched tightly. Even if a fierce battle had occurred nearby, he wouldn't be as puzzled. This kind of silence could only mean that the danger here was so great that no cultivator had survived.

He gritted his teeth.

Xie Wuhán suddenly responded, "A cultivator passed through here."

A flicker of calculation flashed through the youth's lowered eyes. He recalled the Buddhist cultivator who had previously captured Yu Qingwei, and his heart grew cold. He added, "That cultivator's cultivation seemed to far exceed ours. He glanced over and then vanished."

Yu Qingwei sighed. Was it Xuan Min?

His uncle had mentioned that Xuan Min would protect him during his core formation. Lowering his gaze, Yu Qingwei concealed his disappointment and nodded calmly. He said, as if nothing had happened, "That person is an acquaintance of our Qingxiao Sect's Immortal Liao Shui. You and I should address him as Senior or Uncle Xuan."

He patted Xie Wuhán's head. "You mustn't be disrespectful."

Xie Wuhán froze. The young man's face showed no trace of complaint.

Instead, he muttered softly, "I wonder if the Senior encountered any danger. We should hurry and find that place."

He pulled Xie Wuhán along and rushed deeper into the area.

Xie Wuhán's expression darkened. Why doesn't he care?

The further they went, the stranger it felt. The surrounding spiritual energy was dense, clearly indicating the presence of a spiritual treasure, yet there was no trace of it.

Yu Qingwei frowned. Suddenly, inspiration struck him.

An illusion.

The guardian demon cultivator was skilled in illusions.

Could it be that they had unknowingly fallen into a trap and were now trapped within it? His gaze deepened.

If he hadn't noticed, he might not only leave empty-handed but also fail to leave at all.

Yu Qingwei's eyes turned sharp as he quickly traced something in the air with his fingers. A golden talisman gradually took shape in midair.

With a final stroke, the talisman shot forward.