Chapter 1707: Chapter 1738: I’ll Be Your Wingman
"Alive?"
Li Xiaobai tentatively asked.
"Alive or dead?"
The God of War continued repeating.
"Death?"
Li Xiaobai asked again.
"Alive or dead!"
The God of War roared, howling with anger.
"Uh..."
Li Xiaobai was a bit confused by what this being in front of him was trying to do, constantly repeating the same phrase.
"You’re not afraid of me?"
After a few seconds of silence, the God of War’s obsession jumped to a second line.
"I am afraid."
Li Xiaobai honestly replied.
"You’re lying, you’re not afraid of me at all, I can’t suck your soul away!"
"Why aren’t you afraid of me!"
The God of War glared angrily, speaking viciously.
He wanted to make a move, but then a larger hand reached out from behind him and crushed his head.
The surrounding starry river dissipated, and the scenery of birds singing and flowers blooming reappeared.
Yang Chen walked out slowly: "Dealing with this thing took more time than expected."
Li Xiaobai asked, "This obsession can suck away cultivators’ souls?"
Yang Chen nodded and said, "I should have guessed it earlier; the God of War’s law is named bravery. The test set by the obsession is naturally related to it; if you had felt fear just now, your soul would have been sucked away. If there is no fear in your heart, it can’t do anything to you."
"Little junior brother’s resilience is beyond what I expected."
Yang Chen looked Li Xiaobai up and down. He naturally could not be afraid. He had torn apart the original God of War and more so could deal with a mere remnant thought.
Li Xiaobai nodded, understanding in his heart. Creating a sense of fear was also a mental attack, and the system automatically isolated it, so the opponent couldn’t suck his soul away. But such important information was actually missed by the fourth senior brother, a bit of a trap.
"Senior brother, just now I’ve passed the test, and I should be in control of the battlefield core, but at the critical moment, the obsession was crushed by you. Shouldn’t you return the core to its rightful owner?"
Li Xiaobai asked with a smile.
"That’s not correct. The core will only belong to the person who truly passes the test. Since it’s in my hand at the moment, it naturally shows that the one who passed first was me."
"Besides, what do we separate between brothers? What’s mine is yours, and it doesn’t matter whose hand the battlefield core is in."
"Let’s head east, and get our second senior sister out."
Yang Chen waved his hand, looking like everyone was brothers and sisters, and before Li Xiaobai could speak, he tore through space and went in.
Li Xiaobai had a headache; he thought getting the fourth senior brother out of the tree trunk was a wrong choice.
Yang Chen, although unbelievably powerful, acted extremely cautiously. After forcefully opening the Ancient Battlefield and appearing in the Secret Realm, he didn’t rush out but carefully observed the surrounding environment.
"This is indeed the Southern Territory. I didn’t expect it to take on this appearance. The toxins permeating the air have the second senior sister’s aura. Did she do this?"
Yang Chen frowned, feeling that there were many things he was unaware of.
"I heard it’s the aftermath of the second senior sister’s battle with someone. Even five hundred years later, there’s still no method to remove it."
Li Xiaobai said.
"Naturally, this realm has not advanced in five hundred years; how could they resolve the poison of the Poison Immortal Body."
Yang Chen showed disdain and spoke scornfully.
"Abyssal Domain, Abyssal City, this place is very close to the Land of the Dead."
"Not a single old monster in the coffin is dead, impressive."
Yang Chen sat cross-legged, carefully sensing every inch of the Divine Realm.
He confirmed that it was still the same Divine Realm from back then, without the slightest change.
However, when he got up and glanced at the flickering beams of spell lights on the western sky, his mouth twitched involuntarily, looking meaningfully at Li Xiaobai.
Little junior brother didn’t tell the truth; this guy isn’t being honest.
"Isn’t that old six over there?"
Yang Chen asked indifferently, without waiting for Li Xiaobai to reply, he continued to speak to himself.
"Hmm, and Ergouzi. The opponent is the Buddha Lord."
"Let’s let him live a little longer; the matter of the second senior sister is more pressing."
Yang Chen watched for a while, turned around, tore open space, and led Li Xiaobai to the east.
Li Xiaobai sensed something was up; rescuing the second senior sister was, of course, something the brothers should do, but the fourth senior brother’s current behavior seemed unusually hasty.
Could it be that the fourth senior brother had another purpose for finding the second senior sister?
A few breaths later, the two reached the east.
This was the spot where Li Xiaobai first arrived in the Immortal Gods Realm, and he could still vaguely see some familiar scenery.
"Where is that battlefield?"
Yang Chen inquired.
"The battlefield governed by all the big families, you need a key to enter, and only cultivators of the younger generation can enter."
Li Xiaobai said; back then, he was able to enter it thanks to a certain family.
The two settled in a tavern, ready to gather information on the current movements of each faction.
"Did you hear? The Clan of the Heavenly Gods is going to reopen the Battlefield of the Heavens this year."
"The Battlefield of the Heavens, wasn’t it opened once this year? Why open it again?"
"All the cultivators inside last time died. It’s said that only one came out, but all the clans pretended not to know and selected one disciple each as the victor to go to that place of great evil for rewards, but none came back."
The tavern patrons chatted idly, coincidentally discussing the opening of the Battlefield of the Heavens.
Li Xiaobai’s eyes lit up; he was familiar with this matter.
It was him who had kidnapped the geniuses of the various clans, even moved the extreme evil Pure Land to the Ancient Battlefield, so naturally, they found no clues.
"May I ask, fellow cultivator, when will the Battlefield of the Heavens open again?"
"My brother and I wish to have a try."
Yang Chen clasped his fists, smiling lightly.
"You two?"
"Don’t think about it. This eastern faction is entrenched, ruled by more than a dozen sects combined, and the slots to enter the battlefield have long been predetermined; Loose Cultivators have no chance."
The man with a goatee at the next table glanced at Yang Chen, eyes filled with disdain.
He looked like a refined gentleman but asked such an unrefined question. He must be a half-baked country bumpkin.
"We’ll need to find a family to attach ourselves to."
Yang Chen and Li Xiaobai exchanged a glance, understanding without words.
Yang Chen: "Whose territory are we on?"
Li Xiaobai: "It’s the Clan of the Heavenly Gods’ turf, a very troublesome family."
"I remember the east was very weak; a few hundred years ago, the sect elders’ cultivation level was only the Four Parts Observation Realm."
"Uh, senior brother, not much has changed, even now."
"..."
That night, Yang Chen took Li Xiaobai to an auction.
It was unclear how the fourth senior brother obtained an invitation, but they were led directly into a second-floor VIP room.
Li Xiaobai looked surprised: "Senior brother, what are we doing at this auction house?"
Yang Chen, with a composed demeanor: "I have already chosen the target. Tonight, I will be your wingman to secure tickets to the Battlefield of the Heavens."