Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

Chapter 305 The Sensation of Crimson Fusion

Just as Guan Xun was about to ask a few more questions, a quick glance revealed that the other two groups of people in the halls had already started moving.

Without saying a word, Xuan Hei hoisted a jar of crystal black liquid and strode into the corridor, not forgetting to turn back and remind him, "The corridor is quite dark, so stay close to me."

Guan Xun raised an eyebrow, bent down and picked up a jar of crystal black liquid, and followed at a leisurely pace.

The hall was bustling with people, and teams carrying goods moved back and forth incessantly. The noise was mixed together, making it seem somewhat chaotic.

Everyone was walking hurriedly, and those with higher cultivation levels or who had practiced speed techniques were so fast that they were just a blur.

The gust of wind they create when they brush past each other can even lift the hem of someone else's clothes.

There's nothing we can do about it. After all, the amount of black liquid in storage is too large. If we don't speed things up, we don't know when we'll be able to move it.

Moreover, the Shangju Pavilion had only been open for half a day, and they had to move everything out by the end of the day.

Compared to these people, Guan Xun's pace did not quicken at all; on the contrary, it became increasingly slow.

She wanted to take this opportunity to carefully observe the layout of the hall, and most importantly, to slip away from Xuanhei's gaze without leaving a trace.

If they follow too closely, she won't have a chance to carefully investigate her surroundings.

Xuan Hei turned around and noticed the slow pace of the person behind him. His brows furrowed, and his tone, besides a hint of helplessness, carried the arrogance of a leader: "Aren't you walking too slowly?"

"Anyway, there are people coming and going in the hall. Just follow the steps of the people around you. The corridor is very long, so watch your step and don't drop the jar."

In his eyes, Guan Xun was strong, but she was still a pampered young lady, so she was naturally not very polite. Once she joined his transport team, she had to abide by his rules.

"Okay," Guan Xun replied casually.

Seeing this, Xuanhei was too lazy to say anything more, and carried the jar into the depths of the corridor without looking back.

But as soon as he stepped into the corridor, Guan Xun's mind went blank.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar sense of unease suddenly surged into my mind.

It was a unique symbiotic connection between her and Chi Rong.

Since Chi Rong was captured, this connection has vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.

She had secretly wondered if her life force had been severed by some kind of barrier, and now it seems she was right.

Now that I have suddenly sensed something, does it mean that Chi Rong is somewhere in this tower?

And he lived very close to her.

Guan Xun's heart tightened, and he abruptly looked up to survey his surroundings.

The stone walls on both sides of the long corridor were imposing, and in the dim light, only the footsteps of the moving team could be heard.

But the sensation was so real that it could not be ignored; Chi Rong must be inside this tower.

However... the senses were unpredictable and it was impossible to pinpoint the exact location.

She immediately used telepathy to ask Jin Chen, "Is it possible to calculate Chi Rong's exact location now?"

Jin Chen's voice quickly rang in her mind: "Okay."

But in an instant, he said again, "Direction: South."

South side?

Guan Xun paused slightly, subconsciously turning his head to look in the direction of the pavilion door, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

The south side... isn't that the direction of the pavilion gate?

A porter hurried past and noticed Guan Xun standing motionless, staring intently at the pavilion door. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh." Guan Xun snapped out of his reverie, suppressing the turmoil in his mind. "It's nothing."

After saying that, she picked up the jar of black liquid again and turned to walk deeper into the corridor.

While his mind raced with calculations, strands of divine sense quietly spread out, probing the surroundings like a spider web, taking in all the movements and sounds around him.

The directions Jin Chen gave must be correct.

But the south side is the direction of the pavilion gate, and she clearly came in from there. Along the way, she couldn't detect any trace of Chi Rong, or even the slightest unusual aura.

If a being of Chi Rong's enormous size were hiding at the entrance, how could she not have noticed?

This is utter nonsense!

"Tsk." Guan Xun was a little annoyed, and his steps faltered again.

Using herself as the origin, she deduced the location from several different directions and repeatedly checked it before finally realizing something.

Since the calculation is correct, the problem must lie in the direction.

A thought suddenly popped into her mind, and she was slightly startled.

If we take south as the reference point, it's not pointing towards the pavilion door, but rather... what's under her feet?

She subconsciously looked down at the gleaming rosewood floor beneath her feet and hurriedly asked, "Jin Chen, do you mean... Chi Rong is underground?"

Jin Chen replied, "It's not impossible. The higher you go in this tower, the narrower it becomes. It's definitely not a place to imprison heavy prisoners, and there's nowhere to hide around."

The implication is clear: prisoners would only be locked in underground palaces or dungeons, places where the sun never shines and the environment is worrisome.

She guessed correctly.

Guan Xun's eyes darted around. He hadn't sensed anything when he was in the hall, but he only caught Chi Rong's aura when he stepped into the corridor.

Therefore, Chi Rong must be located underground on the south side of this corridor.

She composed herself and continued walking inside, carrying the jar of black liquid.

Strangely enough, from the outside, this corridor appears as a gray and chaotic mess.

But wherever you step, the surrounding scenery appears clearly, and once you've passed through it, the path behind you is quickly swallowed up by the gray fog.

After a while.

At the end of the long corridor, a much larger hall suddenly appeared before us.

The hall was filled with countless jars of crystal black liquid, stacked up to half the height of the wall.

Following the example of others, Guan Xun placed the jar steadily in the designated spot, then calmly raised his hand and gently tapped the cool wooden wall with his fingertips.

"Dong, dong——"

A dull sound came from inside; there was no sign of it being hollow—it was solid wood.

She frowned slightly, then turned around and stomped her foot twice on the rosewood floor.

“Knock, knock—”

It is still solid.

Her heart sank.

Could it be that the dungeon where Chi Rong is located is separated by a thick barrier, and is even deeper below this level of ground?

Guan Xun didn't linger, as there were many people coming and going around, and being too conspicuous would easily attract attention.

She immediately turned around and followed the returning group outside, knowing she needed to carry the load again before she could thoroughly investigate the situation.

At this moment, beside the stone steps at the entrance of the pavilion.

Elder Qingzong withdrew his gaze from the transport team and turned it to Mud Woman, who had just stepped onto the steps.

She stepped forward, her voice sharp: "Mother Mud, you seem to know that woman in the True Inheritance Hall's transport team?"

Upon hearing this, Mud Granny knew that the surprised look on her face when she saw Guan Xun had been noticed by Green Brown.

She grinned and chuckled twice: "Yes, Lord Qingzong, you may not know, but she is the champion of the last Holy Vanguard Selection Tournament."

"So it was her." A flicker of doubt crossed his cyan-brown eyes. "But her strength is far too..."

He's incredibly powerful, even on par with her.

Qingzong didn't finish his sentence.

The Mud Woman understood her meaning quite well and immediately sighed softly, "That's right."

"This girl has exceptional talent. With her current cultivation level, why would she need to win two more Saint Peak Tournaments to prove herself? She has clearly already met the entry requirements set by the Upper Pavilion."

Qingzong nodded in agreement. She glanced around the pavilion and saw that the transport of the black crystal liquid was halfway complete and there was no unusual activity around. She then turned to the goddess and said, "Mud Granny, I'll leave this place to you for now. I need to go and report to the goddess about the championship."

"Such a promising talent, truly excellent."

The old woman smiled and nodded: "Lord Green Brown, please go ahead. With this old woman here, nothing will go wrong."

"Hmm." Qingzong said no more.

With a flicker, he transformed into a faint shadow and vanished from the spot in an instant.