It was not long before Ye Lingyue and Bo Qing found messy footsteps on the road ahead.

What?

These footsteps were new. Apparently, there had been passers-by, and the number was estimated at 20 or 30.

Someone else found out about the whereabouts of Qiankun Zijin Bamboo except Bo Qing?

Both Ye Lingyue and Bo Qing looked grim.

Little Squeak, have a check.

Since they knew nothing about the other party now, Ye Lingyue asked Little Squeak to have a check ahead.

After a short while, Little Squeak came back.

Ahead is an enemy group of more than 30 people. They have set a limit in a 10-li (1 li=500m) radius around. Anyone that gets near will be found. Ye Lingyue translated the words of Little Squeak.

Just 30 people. Ill kill them all. Bo Qing felt annoyed inwardly. He had intended to grasp this chance to find the Qiankun Zijin Bamboo and please Shisan with the nice gift. Unexpectedly, halfway appeared such a group of annoying evil alchemists.

Dont do that. That group seems quite powerful and their limit contains a lot of small thunder-like formations. If we step on them, well be badly injured. If Feng Shen was present, these formations would mean nothing. But now Feng Shen was not with them, Ye Lingyue knew nothing about formations, and Long Baobao was also here. Worse still, Bo Qing was quite reckless. They could in no case take impulsive action.

Then we can only retreat? These alchemists must have found that Qiankun Zijin Bamboo is within this area. They wont leave until they discover the bamboo. If we dont take any action, theyll surely get ahead of us. Bo Qing was unhappy.

If he had known about the method of collection, he would have digged out the bamboo that night. Then all the following trouble would be avoided.

We cant. I have a way out but you just need to make some sacrifice. Ye Lingyue whispered in Bo Qings ears.

On the hillside of Zizhu Mountain were a group of male alchemists who were dressed in blue robes with their hair tied up in buns. Right now they were enjoying a great meal.

Most of them looked haggardly pale yellow and were between the Dan and Reincarnation Realm.

They came from the Blue Thunder Taoist Sect in the Central Plains.

This sect made a living by producing all kinds of spiritual artifacts and each member had a wooden sword and was good at setting various formations.

In the Central Plains, the sect was less famous than Bo Qings No Love Sect and Dao Ges Magic sect but its formations were well-known, earning it a mid-level status among all the sects and factions.

The head of those alchemists was a man in a yellow robe in his 40s. He was nicknamed the Great Yellow Immortal and had a lion-like nose and a big face. He boasted of amazing visional art.

Having heard that Qiankun Zijin Bamboo appeared on Zizhu Mountain, he rushed over with more than 30 excellent followers.

Different from members of other sects, the Great Yellow Immortal really had something to brag about. He had a pair of unique eyes which could help him find the traces of treasures. Last night, he noticed that there were strong rays of purple light in the air of Zizhu Mountain. This was an auspicious sign. Based on the assertion that there must be treasures in this area, he occupied this place with all his followers.

They set a limit, planted the Blue Thunder bombs, and hunted a great number of spiritual beasts. After a satisfying meal, they just waited for the purple light to reappear.

Master, you said that there are treasures. Weve rummaged every corner but find nothing. One follower was a bit confused.

You know nothing! You think I want to stay in the damned place all along? Qiankun Zijin Bamboo is the spiritual material. I assume that the bamboo must be souled and know how to hide its own spiritual traces. In the daytime, the purple light is nowhere to be seen and must have been concealed. In the evening, when my eyes become more effective, I will surely find the whereabouts of the bamboo. The Great Yellow Immortal was tired of explaining.

In the desolate mountain, even the meat of spiritual beasts had a strong gamy smell. There was no wine to drink and no woman to have fun with. This was simply an unbearable torture for the Great Yellow Immortal who was used to a dissipated life.

Master, how about us capturing some virgin girls around for you?

One follower made an evil suggestion.

Bah! Are you dragging me into hell? The villages around are already empty. The only place with women is the City of Mercenaries. I will never go against them. The Great Yellow Immortal got his position since he was not that silly.

In the Central Plains, the City of Mercenaries was a domineering group that his base camp never dared to challenge.

Master, its my fault. Please forgive me. The follower got quite nervous when seeing his suggestion only backfired.

At this moment, there was a ding-dong sound coming from the Great Yellow Immortals sleeve.

The man grew alert and took out a small copper bell from his sleeve.

The bell was called Thunder Bell and turned out to be a high-level earth grade spiritual artifact.

It was also a formation bell connected with the limit the Great Yellow Immortal had set outside. The moment someone broke the limit, the bell would move without any winds and give him a warning.

Humph, forget about the women. Some damned guys are courting their own ruin. Follow my order and lets have a look. The Great Yellow Immortal shook his sleeves and then the dozens of followers flooded into the position giving a warning signal like a swarm of locusts.

The Great Yellow Immortal flew over with others.

Several people appeared in front of the limit. When walking near and having a close look, the Great Yellow Immortal was stunned.

He had thought there might be a powerful enemy. Unexpectedly, it was a...

A woman in red with fair skin, fall-like long hair, charming brows and eyes. She boasted of a slender and attractive figure. It turned out to be a beauty whose appearance could overshadow everything around.

Now the gorgeous girl had fallen onto the ground and around her ankles were poisonous thistles full of sharp points.

The poisonous points had already pierced into the girls fair skin which changed its color.

Beside the girl stood a maid with a black face, a rather cute boy and a short-legged black dog.

Right now the maid and the boy were in great worries and at a total loss.

The Great Yellow Immortal sized them up and found no Yuan or spiritual energy in their bodies.

They must have reached Zizhu Mountain by accident and bumped into the limit of the Blue Thunder Taoist Sect with poisonous thistles placed inside.

Never in his life had the Great Yellow Immortal seen such a beauty. He was overjoyed. Then he immediately put on a caring look and walked forward.

Whats wrong with you?

Hearing the voice, the maid with a black face hurriedly looked over. When seeing the Great Yellow Immortal, she became joyful and seemed to have found a savior.

Master, please save our lady!