Chapter 703 The Poisonous Old Man

"Sect Master, there's still this..."

After Luo Yingying snatched one item, another red one appeared in this guy's hand. This made Luo Yingying blush and she quickly grabbed it from him.

What bad intentions could Ning Beichen have? He obediently returned the inner clothing to Luo Yingying, but this guy secretly kept a few pieces to "commemorate."

Then Ning Beichen put all his belongings into the Jade Gourd spatial artifact, leaving only the bronze ancient sword on his back, which immediately made him feel much more relaxed.

With the Jade Gourd, there would be no need to worry about food, drinks, or supplies in the future. Unlike before, when he had to select carefully, and it was easy to lose items during explorations.

Luo Yingying and Ning Beichen returned to the sacred land together, moving everything out, including the portrait of the sect ancestor. She then returned to her small wooden hut for a final farewell and lamentation before leaving with Ning Beichen.

"Master, you've returned."

Yan Xiong and the others in the camp saw Ning Beichen descend from the sky and quickly greeted him respectfully.

"Is everyone alright?"

Ning Beichen asked him after landing.

"We're fine, it's just that Master has been away for so long, everyone was very worried about your safety."

Yan Xiong said.

"Tell everyone to come over, pack their things, we're leaving here today."

Ning Beichen ordered Yan Xiong.

Yan Xiong didn't understand why Ning Beichen would leave without further exploration, but since Ning Beichen was his master, he naturally followed his lead.

Soon, everyone had packed their belongings. Su Su was somewhat unwilling, but her unwillingness had nothing to do with Ning Beichen.

Besides, there was nothing left to explore here. He and Luo Yingying had already checked, and all the places were just empty ruins.

Perhaps some treasures were hidden away or buried in some secret location, but Ning Beichen didn't have the time to search slowly. Treasures are for those destined to find them; there was no need to force it.

They soon left the area and returned to the Himalayas. Outside, it was a world of ice and snow, with strong winds and heavy blizzards whipping about, making it impossible for them to open their eyes.

Only Luo Yingying was different. When the wind and snow reached her, an invisible protective force emanated from her body, pushing them away. It formed a peculiar scene, like a celestial maiden descended to the mortal realm, leaving Su Su and the others mesmerized.

Ning Beichen's eyebrows twitched. In fact, he also possessed a similar ability to Luo Yingying, but it consumed a lot of his cultivation power, which he considered not worth it.

Seeing their expressions, Luo Yingying suddenly withdrew her power and let the wind and snow fall on her. Perhaps she felt she shouldn't be too special.

"Hahaha... we've finally been waiting for you."

At this moment, numerous enemies wielding weapons suddenly appeared from all around. One of the leading men laughed triumphantly, causing Su Su and the others to turn pale with tension.

"It's the Red Fox gang."

Tian Hao said nervously.

Only Ning Beichen, Luo Yingying, and Yan Xiong looked at these people as if they were ants.

"We know you've already got the treasure. Hand over the treasure, and we'll spare your lives!"

The man threatened Ning Beichen and the others.

"Just you trash? Yan Xiong, it's time to work."

Ning Beichen couldn't even be bothered to talk to them and directly ordered Yan Xiong to act.

"Yes, Master."

Yan Xiong stepped forward, a sinister grin on his face as he looked at these people.

"You're courting death!"

The man waved his hand, and over a dozen gun muzzles simultaneously fired at him, intending to make an example of him and instill fear in the others.

Da da da…

Countless bullets flew towards Yan Xiong.

In their eyes, Yan Xiong was already dead, his fate to be riddled with holes.

"He's gone!"

However, just as the bullets were about to hit Yan Xiong, the shooters suddenly lost their target. Yan Xiong had vanished.

"Bastard, he's behind you."

A companion across the way saw Yan Xiong appear behind his comrade and shouted in alarm.

But in the next second, his comrade's head twisted with a crisp crack. As his head lolled to the side, Yan Xiong's grinning, terrifying expression was revealed from behind him.

"He's there."

Another burst of gunfire ensued, but Yan Xiong disappeared again, soon reappearing behind another person, like a skilled assassin.

Crack!

Another one fell.

Yan Xiong was like the Grim Reaper in broad daylight, his figure appearing and disappearing. The surrounding gunfire became chaotic, with stray bullets flying towards Ning Beichen and the others.

However, there was no need for Ning Beichen and Luo Yingying to act; Ning Beichen's subordinates had already shot down the stray bullets in advance.

"Retreat! Everyone, fall back!"

The leader, seeing his subordinates falling one after another, was terrified. These people were not human; they were devils. If they weren't devils, how could they be invincible?

"What's the hurry?"

At this moment, a man wearing a hood appeared, and his voice instantly calmed the panicked men.

"It's Master Beiqi! Master Beiqi is here, we're saved."

These people shouted excitedly.

"Master Beiqi? Let me see what kind of master you are."

Yan Xiong instantly appeared behind the hooded man and lunged to grab the so-called Master Beiqi.

However, this Master Beiqi was quite skilled. Without turning around, his vine-like cane attacked Yan Xiong like a venomous snake.

Yan Xiong scoffed, but the cane suddenly transformed into a real venomous snake and bit onto Yan Xiong's arm.

Yan Xiong suddenly cried out in pain. He saw that the area bitten by the snake had turned dark, and Yan Xiong sensed a potent venom coursing through his arm into his bloodstream.

"You're not an ordinary person, you're the Poison Elder from the Mortal Shedding Realm!"

Yan Xiong exclaimed in panic at the hooded man.

"Hehehehe..."

The hooded man pulled down his hood, revealing a terrifying face.

The entire face was covered in wounds, with no discernible nose, mouth, or even facial features. It was impossible to tell if he was naturally ugly or if his appearance was self-inflicted.

"You really are the Poison Elder!"

Yan Xiong pointed at him, his voice filled with dread.

"Hehehehe... you recognize this old man. It seems you're also from the Mortal Shedding Realm. Today, you're out of luck."

The Poison Elder sneered at Yan Xiong.

"Poison Elder, don't be so smug. You don't know that great calamity is about to befall you!"

After his initial panic, Yan Xiong suddenly remembered that he had an immensely powerful master behind him and had no need to fear the Poison Elder.