I Have a Compass for Opportunity

Noticed the eyes of Yan Yingsi containing boiling killing intent watching.

The young man’s mouth cracked open, revealing a row of sharp teeth of a ghastly white color.

The injuries on Yan Yingsi were mostly left by him, his strength made even Yan Yingsi, the top among those grooming outside the Five Extremes Mountain, hard to resist his edge.

"Blood Butterfly Yan Yingsi, your sect leader slaughtered my ancestors years ago. According to Linlang Domain’s rules, today’s debt should be repaid with your lives."

The young man muttered with a sinister smile, his gaze fell upon the Blood Fat Jade Pendant forming a defensive barrier before Yan Yingsi, a flicker of annoyance passed in his eyes.

"A Foundation Establishment Magical Artifact, truly the Yan Family is wealthy."

"However, such consumption of a Foundation Establishment Magical Artifact isn’t something that can be sustained for long in the Qi Cultivation Realm."

"You’re just prolonging the inevitable by rotating for supply among yourselves."

Thinking this, the young man waved to a few Demon Cultivators behind him, then plunged the curved blade at his waist into the ground, saying to them, "You keep an eye for now, wait until they can’t hold anymore, then call me."

"We obey the Little Ming King’s command!" The Demon Cultivators respectfully watched the young man leave.

This young man is not only strong; his identity is as a legitimate grandson of one of the Five Masters.

In Linlang Domain, he is called the Little Ming King, inheriting the terrifying aptitude of his ancestors’ Golden Core bloodline.

That eye on the right with an eerie red-gold color is his mark as a Golden Core descendant.

On the third day at noon.

Liou Yuan and his companion arrived at the demon lair sooner than the predicted three days.

When the two figures appeared outside the demon lair, only two and a half days had passed.

It was drizzling in Qingyuan State, the skies over the demon lair amassed with black clouds, dimming the light in the area.

The sweltering heat wasn’t alleviated by the rain; instead, the heavy humidity added to the suffocating feeling.

Liou Yuan poked half his body out from behind the remnants of an ancient tree, decayed for who knows how many years, gazing at the area known as the demon lair.

The demon lair indeed resembled a beehive, densely dotted with holes big and small, numbering in the thousands, dazzling Liou Yuan’s vision.

Looking deeper into those holes, one could see that the center of this area had ground fissures.

The fissures crossed the demon lair, destroying its chaotic beauty, piercing through countless holes, leaving marks on the earth for years.

"That must be the strike sect leader slashed years ago." Liou Yuan had heard Xuanyi’s legends countless times in Five Extremes Mountain, naturally knowing who demolished the demon lair years ago.

The sword scar that severed the demon lair even after decades continued to bear an overbearing sharp aura.

That aura directly activated the sword qi within Liou Yuan, eager to move.

"This is the Golden Core’s strength, even after decades, the remaining aura still evokes awe." Liou Yuan’s eyes revealed a longing, immersed in the sword scar.

He seemed to forget that his mission here was to rescue Yan Yingsi.

"This sword has merit; observing it for several days will undoubtedly aid my Sword Dao." Liou Yuan pondered.

It was Tian Qiweng who gently coughed twice from beside him, pulling his focus back from that sword scar.

Liou Yuan only then turned back and smiled sheepishly, attempting to cover his awkwardness; he fixed his gaze on the grey bird perched on Tian Qiweng’s shoulder and asked, "Mr. Tian, can this bird locate Mr. Yan’s whereabouts?"

"This demon lair is a maze of countless tunnels. If we can’t confirm the position, it might take just the two of us months to find him."

Tian Qiweng fed several black pills to the spirit bird on his shoulder, explaining the bird’s extraordinariness while he fed it.

"This spirit bird is a spirit beast raised by our Wind Chasing Division, its cultivation realm isn’t high, yet it has gained human-like intelligence."

"Following it will surely lead us to Captain Yan."

Liou Yuan felt at ease, his eyes scanning the dense holes in the demon lair, and continued, "Yet now the situation is unclear, the fiend trapping Captain Yan is hidden somewhere. If we venture rashly, it may not end well."

"Why not hand this bird over to me, Mr. Tian. As your junior, adept in some stealth techniques, I could scout on ahead."

Liou Yuan’s suggestion was naturally based on his advantage; aided by the Night Concealing Mask, few beneath Foundation Establishment can detect his presence.

Conversely, following him, Tian Qiweng would hinder Liou Yuan’s movement; acting alone would be more discreet.

"Mr. Liou is also skilled in stealth techniques?"

Tian Qiweng was somewhat accustomed to Liou Yuan’s endless tactics, mouth saying surprised, while hands appointed the spirit bird on Liou Yuan’s shoulder and handed him a bottle of pills, saying:

"That couldn’t be better."

"Feed the bird with these pills once, and it will follow you."

Liou Yuan fed the spirit bird two pills using Tian Qiweng’s method, the bird indeed did not wander, perched calmly on Liou Yuan’s shoulder.

Making Liou Yuan purse his lips, inwardly thinking, "Still Bai Ling is more sentient; this spirit bird without wisdom will follow whoever provides for it."

After these preparations, Liou Yuan did not delay, activating the Night Concealing Mask, his figure gently twisting before Tian Qiweng.

Given the dark skies and drizzling rain, the Night Concealing Mask has an ideal environment for invisibility.

Had Tian Qiweng not watched Liou Yuan disappear, knowing Liou Yuan’s position, he wouldn’t have perceived his presence, couldn’t help but silently praise the brilliant technique, eyes filled with hidden envy.

The Wind Chasing Division’s missions are extremely perilous, and such a powerful stealth skill undoubtedly boosts personal safety.

If Tian Qiweng had such stealth means, he felt capable of venturing into dangerous zones.

Nonetheless, to avoid any mishap, Tian Qiweng worried Liou Yuan, the Array Master, could get trapped in this demon lair, hence advised further: "Mr. Liou, exercise caution, and if the situation turns dire, retreat first. I’ll support you from outside."

"Alright!" Liou Yuan responded agreeably, his figure already vanished in the drizzling rain.

With him, the bird on his shoulder disappeared as well.

Influenced by Night Concealing Mask, its presence was shrouded by its magical power, achieving stealth.

The spirit bird, highly accurate in pathfinding, guided Liou Yuan into a tunnel. Within the blood-misty environment, he couldn’t distinguish direction.

Yet, the bird consistently indicated accurate routes.

Liou Yuan dashed through the intricate tunnels, maintaining a swift pace.

Meanwhile, as Liou Yuan entered the tunnel.

The youth wearing a purple gauzy robe emerged from another tunnel.

His right eye glimmered with a dark golden light, blood-red runes traced at the corner of his eyes, adding a sinister touch—this was the Little Ming King of Linlang Domain.

Liou Yuan was gone, leaving only Tian Qiweng outside.

The Little Ming King exuded a fearsome aura exceeding the Qi Cultivation Realm, a mere glance causing Tian Qiweng’s heart to tremble.

Countless life-and-death struggles taught Tian Qiweng he stood no chance against this Little Ming King, and if discovered, he faced mortal peril.

"Damn it! How could such an expert be among Demon Cultivators?" Tian Qiweng cursed inside, stunned.

Years wandering outside, seeing countless Qi Cultivation experts, only the strongest in the outer sect, Lan Chenyu, gave him such oppression, extinguishing any fighting desire.

Simultaneously, Tian Qiweng understood why someone as mighty as Yan Yingsi signaled for aid.

"Only Mr. Lan Chenyu himself might contend with this man."

Tian Qiweng’s forehead sweated.

Though he lacked stealth magic, years of capture experience taught him how to better hide than ordinary cultivators.

Upon seeing the Little Ming King appear, Tian Qiweng immediately sealed off the flow of spiritual power within his meridians.

Suppressing his heartbeat, stopping even his breathing, Tian Qiweng hoped to avoid the Little Ming King’s gaze using this method.

Little did he know, when the Little Ming King revealed himself, his dark golden pupil rotated, discreetly scanning Tian Qiweng’s hidden spot, curling his lips into a mocking smile.