The superiors often have a violent temperament, difficult to control their emotions.
According to logic, at the Foundation Establishment stage, cultivators should have deeper minds than ordinary people and wouldnât display their emotions openly.
However, many True Blood Sect cultivators Lou Yi knows are like ticking time bombs.
Itâs uncertain whether itâs due to possessing rare True Blood or because their cultivation technique has hidden flaws.
Even Jin Tingfeng was like this when they first met, arrogant and conceited.
But he has been subdued by Lou Yi, and compared to his seniors, he seems much more normal now.
As for Shen Aoqunâs childish behavior, Lou Yi naturally couldnât care less.
No matter how he taunted throughout the journey, Lou Yi ignored him.
This left Shen Aoqun with nothing to do, and eventually, he made no moves.
"Fellow Daoist Liu, how long have you been in the Misty Abyss?"
"Itâs been almost half a year. Iâve been staying in other districts. By the way, the opportunity Fairy Xin mentioned, what is it exactly?"
"Actually, Iâm not quite sure either..."
Lou Yi and Xin Ziqi walked at the forefront of the group, chatting and laughing as if they were old friends who hadnât seen each other for years.
Behind them, Shen Aoqun occasionally glanced at them with eyes filled with envy and jealousy.
"Junior Brother Jin, are you sure this person has defeated the Thunder Shock Sectâs cultivator at the Third Level of the Spirit Platform?" Shen Aoqun was doubtful, "If heâs so powerful, why doesnât he dare to fight me?"
âHe simply doesnât bother to deal with you,â Jin Tingfeng thought to himself but didnât say it aloud. Instead, he replied perfunctorily, "Well, Iâm not very sure about that either."
"Daoist Brother Shen, Iâve said that this personâs reputation doesnât match his skills.
If he doesnât dare to fight, heâs naturally afraid of being exposed; now you should believe it." Another female cultivator from Qingluan Palace, Lu Ziyun, sided visibly with Shen Aoqun.
To gain Shen Aoqunâs favor, she deliberately belittled Lou Yi, which indeed made Shen Aoqunâs expression turn better.
"How impressive can a loose cultivator be?" The third black-armored cultivator from the True Blood Sect also chimed in.
"Exactly, why should I bother with such a person?" Shen Aoqun instantly felt a sense of superiority, and his mood brightened.
Much happiness in this world stems from inexplicable superiority.
The six people moved neither fast nor slow through the gray fog, heading straight for Fangsu District.
The Misty Abyss has a harsh environment, with the smell of sulfur filling their mouths and noses, and black and white unidentified smoke clouds occasionally drifting overhead.
Encountering other unfamiliar cultivators occasionally, they would cautiously maintain a safe distance.
In the Misty Abyss, one never knows which is more dangerous, the cultivator or the demon.
"Fairy Xinâs aura is almost harmonious and integrated, not far from achieving perfection in her cultivation base.
With some careful polish, she might break through right here in the Misty Abyss..."
"Thanks for your kind words, Iâve been stuck at this level for years."
Lou Yi casually chatted with Xin Ziqi, then suddenly paused, turning to look back.
"Whatâs he doing?" Seeing Lou Yiâs actions, Lu Ziyun and others felt puzzled.
"There might be a situation; we should be more careful," Jin Tingfeng, knowing Lou Yiâs capabilities, advised them.
"Ha, pretending to be mysterious; if there really were a situation, wouldnât I notice it before him? Uh..." Shen Aoqun was halfway through his sentence when he too turned around abruptly, his face displaying a look of uncertainty.
A few moments later, everyone detected the abnormality and looked toward the same direction with surprise.
From that direction, a panic-stricken voice was faintly heard.
"Help! The Soul-devouring Bees are coming!"
âBuzz buzz buzz!â
âBuzz buzz buzz!â
âBuzz buzz buzz!â
In the gaze of Shen Aoqun and others filled with astonishment, a middle-aged male cultivator in a bloodied red robe fled forward with a terrified expression.
Behind him, a swarm of crimson lights chased closely.
Taking a closer look, they realized it was a group of crimson bee-like spiritual entities.
Each was as large as a fist, seemingly made from hard red rock, with black stingers at their tails glowing with metallic light.
"Itâs the Soul-devouring Bees!" Lu Ziyun from Qingluan Palace yelled sharply, "These are terrifying spiritual entities with a hard body and strong vitality.
Their stingers are extremely sharp, easily piercing top-grade spiritual artifacts, and can even damage the divine soul.
The key point is, killing them yields little spiritual essence and risks severe injury or even death!"
She didnât mention another terrifying aspect, but the participants all could see it.
That is, the so-called Soul-devouring Bees were too numerous.
They almost covered the sky, pushing the gray fog aside, the sky filled with crimson.
Seeing Lou Yi and the others, the red-robed male cultivator displayed an ecstatic expression, accelerating towards them: "Fellow Daoists, save me!"
"Stop!"
"Get lost!"
Shen Aoqunâs group furiously shouted.
This person harbors malicious intentions, attempting to lure the swarm of Soul-devouring Bees over to escape himself.
"Die!"
Shen Aoqun decisively took action, emitting radiant green light like the scorching sun, with numerous ancient characters flashing sharply on his skin.
Meanwhile, a third-layer Green Spirit Platform resembling an ancient Xuanwu divine beast with a dragon head and turtle shell slowly ascended from above him, casting a close-fitting curtain of spells over Shen Aoqun.
âBang!â
He punched fiercely toward the front, creating a thunderous explosion.
Simultaneously, a green beam as thick as an arm shot from his fist.
It pierced through the red-robed male cultivatorâs chest, his face turning hopeless as he fell from the sky.
But before he hit the ground, he was swarmed by a large number of Soul-devouring Bees, producing a teeth-chattering âchish chish chishâ chewing sound.
After the Soul-devouring Bees left his body, only a bloodstained, tattered Daoist robe drifted down.