Crossing a high mountain, Qian Qian’s territory was already in sight, everything looked just as it had when he last ca, without any change. Ah Dai channeled his voice into a line, shouting into the valley: "Qian Qian, I’m back." Under the influence of True Qi, his voice pierced straight into the deepest part of the valley. After a short while, a figure slowly flew up from below. Ah Dai’s heart leapt with joy; if he could et Qian Qian smoothly, the chances of the Allied Forces successfully eliminating the Dark Forces would grow even larger. Gradually, the figure beca clearer, and Ah Dai’s heart sank. It wasn’t Qian Qian’s delicate figure but a person shrouded entirely in black clothing. From the surface, Ah Dai clearly sensed that this was not a mber of the Undead Creatures, even though he emanated a dangerous aura, it didn’t have the deathly air of those creatures. He had an inexplicable feeling of familiarity towards this person, with an outburst of inexplicable disgust surging through his chest.
The black-clad figure quickly approached Ah Dai in mid-air. He had a pair of black wings on his back and a pointed horn on his head. Ah Dai suddenly realized who it was and his heart burned with fury. The Suru Sword reappeared with his concentration. The imnse pressure made the black-clad figure stop a hundred ters away, unwilling to co any closer, hovering in mid-air with wings spread wide.
"Boy, it really is you. Do you still recognize ?" The black-clad figure removed a black hood from his head a hundred ters away, revealing an ugly face covered in scales, a pair of fierce eyes glimring with red light. Ah Dai’s whole body trembled. He slowly raised the Suru Sword, saying with rage: "I’d recognize you even if you turned to ash. Master, today you won’t escape. Under my Suru Sword, there’s absolutely no chance for you to get away." This creature with wings on its back and a horn on its head was indeed the leader of the Assassin’s Guild, the Master.
The Master had felt a wave of fear when Ah Dai first released the Suru Sword. The imnse energy emitted by the Suru Sword made it sowhat difficult for him to breathe. Although he was surprised by Ah Dai’s rapid progress, he still spoke confidently: "Boy, it’s not certain which of us will die today, is it? No need to rush; I’ll show you sothing." A layer of black mist seeped out from his scaly hand, quickly forming a long strip. As the black mist dissipated, a glass bottle appeared in his hand. Ah Dai cautiously focused his eyes and was astonished because inside the glass bottle was a white figure, one with an exquisite appearance and fine figure he knew too well—it was the Undead Fairy Qian Qian. Her body had beco very small, appearing extrely overwheld inside this glass bottle, her eyes tightly shut as though enduring endless pain.
"Boy, do you recognize her? If I’m not mistaken, it was you who brought people into our Death Mountain Range not long ago, causing trouble, dispelling the Resentful Spirits, and subduing this Undead Fairy. The Undead Fairy had always had her eyes above everyone and was full of resentnt, yet she unexpectedly let you easily resolve it. Honestly, I have so admiration for you. But don’t think you can easily get through our Twelve Tribulations of the Undead—that’s impossible. It seems this Undead Fairy is really fond of you! When we captured her, no matter how we pressed, she wouldn’t reveal who dispelled her resentnt."
Though anxious, Ah Dai knew he had to remain calm. Otherwise, the Master would take advantage. While stabilizing the Suru Sword’s energy, he said coldly: "Master, the disappearance of the Resentful Spirits was sothing you would definitely know, but how did you know the Undead Fairy had beco my friend? In such a vast territory, even if you wanted to find her, it would be difficult, wouldn’t it?"
The Master gave a disdainful snort and replied: "Difficult? What’s so difficult? You greatly underestimate the Church of the Dark Saint. To be frank, we are aware of every move that happens in this Death Mountain Range. When the Undead Fairy’s massive resentnt dissipated, how could we not notice? Though she beca a God Spirit afterward, becoming stronger than before, under the siege of the Dark Spirit Shackles by several elders from our Church of the Dark Saint, this kind of spirit body couldn’t possibly resist. She’s now sealed in this bottle. With just one spell from , she’ll be obliterated and utterly destroyed."
Barely repressing the fury within his heart, Ah Dai said coldly: "What do you want now? Do you want to threaten with her?"
The Master chuckled confidently and said: "Exactly, I intend to use her to threaten you. You are indeed strong now, so strong it’s hard for to believe. In just two days, you’ve managed to get to this seventh stage under your leadership. However, you have a weakness. Do you know what it is? I think you’re well aware. It’s that you’re too soft-hearted towards your friends. Therefore, you’re not soone who can accomplish great things. I believe you can’t bear to see the Undead Fairy die in my hands, can you?"
Ah Dai’s grip on the Suru Sword trembled slightly. The Master was right; he was indeed too soft-hearted. If it weren’t for his softness, Bing wouldn’t have died back then. Despite being ruthless towards enemies, he always prioritized his friends’ safety when they were in danger. Glaring at the Master with resentnt, he asked: "What do you want?"
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