Chapter 138: Uncle Dong's Crazy Night

"Why is this" Lu Ye Fei asked, puzzled."Because different cultivation techniques lead to different amounts of acupoints corresponding to the same realm, this Jin Chan Xiao Yao Jue only requires openin...Four small cycles circulate within the body, spiritual energy surging through the spirit apertures, drawing closer to each other bit by bit!

Ten zhang, nine zhang, eight zhang... Please note: "zhang" is an ancient Chinese unit of measurement for length.

After being pushed back, he charged forward again.

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Just as he was about to use his magic to break free from the shackles of this mystical bell, he found the Xuan Ling Bell flying up again.

Following the direction of the Xuanling Bell's fall, Dong Shuye looked up with a gloomy face.

Uncle Dong stared at Lu Ye, the anger in his eyes burning ever brighter.

"Tell him to get lost, or you'll die!" the young master's back, Lu Ye spoke in a low voice.

"Easy there, mister. You're hurting me."

"Get him out of here!"

"Okay, okay, Old Dong, you better go!" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"If I leave, you will surely die!" said Uncle Dong.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

The young master suddenly realized, “That’s right…”

"If he doesn't leave, you die right now. If he leaves, I won't trouble you!"

"You promise"

The pain in his neck was getting worse, the young master felt a warm liquid flowing down his neck. He hesitated no longer: "Old Dong, you better leave now, as long as you're gone I'll be safe."

In the midst of things, heaven's will descends.

Although Uncle Dong's heart was troubled, he knew this was the best outcome possible. He looked deeply at Lu Ye: "Remember your words."

He stepped into the rain.

One step, two steps, three steps……

He stopped his steps, raised his head to look at the sky, letting the raindrops hit his face. He suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly: "What a mess!"

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Just as he stopped, Lu Ye sensed something amiss. The moment the golden arc slashed down, he charged forward with the pampered young master in front of him, covering several zhang in just a few steps. His other hand, which had been clutching the Xuanling Bell this whole time, immediately released it.

A sharp blow cleaved the pampered young master in two, blood splattering across the ground. The strike landed on Lu Ye's chest guard spirit inscription, shattering it. Lu Ye was sent flying in a disheveled state.

The Mysterious Spirit Bell fell once again, shrouding Dong Shuye in its radiance. However, the next moment, a violent sound erupted from within the bell, and the spiritual light on its surface began to flicker.

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"Run!"

What the heck, Uncle Dong is crazy tonight!

He didn't know who the dandy young master was, but the fact that he could order Old Dong around like that, calling him here and there, obviously had some background. Old Dong had clearly made a deal with him before, but now he was flipping his face in an instant, even willing to sacrifice that mortal young master's life to kill him!

Lü Yè sensed Dong Shūyè's determination to kill him. At this moment, he was exhausted and injured, unable to fight Dong Shūyè any longer. He could only flee, not even daring to recall his Xuanling Bell.

He took a quick glance and immediately recognized Lu Ye's direction of escape, soaring into the air to pursue him. This time, without that spoiled young master around, his speed noticeably increased.

As the rain gradually subsided, an hour later it stopped. A rainbow arched across the sky like a bridge. Several cultivators arrived at the former battlefield and discovered three corpses lying there, lifeless. There were also traces of the battle left behind.

Recognizing one of the figures, several cultivators felt a shiver down their spines. Their pampered young master was dead! The sky was falling!

When the news came out, the family of the dissolute young master immediately issued an arrest warrant for Uncle Ye, but at this moment, Uncle Ye had already chased after Lu Ye far away.

As night fell, amber carried by the land leaves rushed into a chaotic forest of stones. Here, thick stone pillars stood tall, each over twenty feet high, countless and densely packed.grade Spirit Island!"The ghost couldn't help but be stunned.Chu Shen had left. He was now the master of Wushuang Palace and the island lord of Wushuang Island. As a result, he had to personally handle...