Chapter Ninety-One: A Hidden Passage Appears

"How are you holding up, Bingxiao?" Lin Yanghao asked. Just now Bingxiao had unleashed the Return of the Ten Thousand Beasts; surely his spiritual sense should have suffered some injury.

Though Bingxiao had said that with that freakish spiritual sense of Lin Yanghao's lending support, the damage would be greatly reduced, Lin Yanghao still could not set his heart at ease.

"Don't worry. I'm fine. Thanks to your monstrous spiritual sense, I only need a few more days of rest and there will be no serious harm. Have we escaped yet?" Bingxiao did not wish to remain inside the spirit-beast pouch for even a moment longer. For some reason, merely staying in there always filled him with a sense of oppression.

What Lin Yanghao did not know was that the spirit-beast pouch given to him by the Spirit-Taming Daoist was of course no ordinary one. It even carried a suppressive effect upon spirit beasts, which was why Bingxiao had ended up in such a state.

Still, without the spirit-beast pouch and the help of the Chaos Ring, how could Bingxiao have been subdued by Lin Yanghao so quickly?

By then, Lin Yanghao had already slipped, unnoticed by all, into the sleeping chambers of the Beast Sovereign.

I am afraid those spirit beasts would never have guessed that the Lin Yanghao they searched for day and night was hiding inside the Beast Sovereign's own bedchamber.

The Beast Sovereign's chambers covered no less than a thousand square paces, filled with dazzling furnishings of every kind. This, in turn, provided Lin Yanghao with an excellent place to hide.

Originally, Lin Yanghao had planned to wait until the storm outside had passed and then slip away naturally. Unexpectedly, that wait stretched into half a month.

During those half a month, Bingxiao's injured spiritual sense had also recovered. Knowing their present situation, he no longer clamored to go out.

"I've delayed long enough, and I still don't know what's actually inside Wang Shaohui's storage pouch. Today, let me open it and take a look."

Only then did Lin Yanghao remember the storage pouch he had snatched from Wang Shaohui. Of course, he did not hold out much hope; a core disciple at the Foundation Establishment stage would not have anything too valuable.

Though the pouch bore Wang Shaohui's recognition mark, with Lin Yanghao's current strength it did not take long before he successfully opened it.

When he saw what was inside, Lin Yanghao could no longer suppress the wild joy in his heart, and his pulse began to pound.

Apart from several hundred mid-grade spirit stones, the pouch held only a few pills used at the Foundation Establishment stage.

But these were not what sent Lin Yanghao into rapture. Most importantly, among them was actually a Core Formation Pill.

With this pill in hand, once he cultivated to the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, would breaking through to Core Formation not be within easy reach?

"Heaven truly favors me, Lin Yanghao! I was still agonizing over this Core Formation Pill before, and now look at this—what a gift from the skies!"

Carefully placing the Core Formation Pill into the Chaos Ring, Lin Yanghao continued to ponder how he might escape.

Although he was safe for the moment, this could not be a long-term solution. He had to come up with a foolproof plan.

After a long while, Lin Yanghao still could not think of any good way out, and so he could only continue cultivating.

Feeling his strength and cultivation rise little by little, Lin Yanghao was naturally pleased. He was now only a small step away from the great completion of the Foundation Establishment stage.

"I'm still too weak. The only arts I can use are Fireball and Divine Possession. The saddest thing in life is to carry a mountain of treasure on your person, yet be unable to use it."

Lin Yanghao was not lacking in treasures. Just from the affair in North Capital City alone, he had been gifted several top-grade spirit artifacts. Yet he had no sword techniques to cultivate, so those artifacts could only sit there like decorations.

There was also the Heaven-Shaking Divine Sword, such a priceless treasure, but without a sword art to wield it, he could only use it like a woodcutter's axe.

What Lin Yanghao most wanted at this moment was cultivation, cultivation, and more cultivation; breakthrough, breakthrough, and more breakthroughs.

Only thus could he learn higher-level arts, possess stronger treasures, and attain a higher status.

Crack...

At that moment, a sharp sound came from within the chamber. Lin Yanghao peered out through a narrow gap in the cabinet.

"Could this be the Beast Sovereign?" What came into view was a broad-faced man, his features filled with an air of majesty and authority. Perhaps this was the legendary presence of one born to command.

The Beast Sovereign shifted the armrest of his seat, and a hidden passage suddenly opened in the bed within the chamber.

Lin Yanghao did not dare slacken in the slightest, his eyes fixed on every move the Beast Sovereign made, afraid of missing even a single detail.

Next, the Beast Sovereign entered the secret passage. Though Lin Yanghao was curious, he did not dare follow. To do so would be no different from rushing to his death; the Beast Sovereign's senses were far too keen.

He could only wait for the Beast Sovereign to leave before going in to investigate for himself.

After several full hours, the Beast Sovereign finally emerged from the secret passage, then turned and departed.

Only after confirming over and over that there was no danger did Lin Yanghao finally do as the Beast Sovereign had done, once more opening the hidden passage beneath the bed.

Naturally, Lin Yanghao also told Bingxiao of this discovery.

Bingxiao's expression now was exactly the same as Lin Yanghao's had been upon seeing the Core Formation Pill, brimming with ecstasy and eager anticipation.

It was obvious this had to be the place where the Beast Sovereign kept his treasures. It was certain to be filled with all manner of rare and priceless wonders. A Beast Sovereign could hardly be hiding human cultivators' belongings in such a place, so how could Bingxiao not be stirred?

The passage was narrow, barely wide enough for Lin Yanghao alone to pass through, and the secret corridor was dim as well.

"Damn it all! What in the world is this? Where are the treasures they promised? Why is it all this stuff?" By the time he reached the bottom, there was nothing below ground except patches of wild grass—nothing else at all.

How could Lin Yanghao not be indignant? Was this Beast Sovereign really hiding and guarding these miserable weeds as though they were something precious?

No, that made no sense either. How could a mighty Beast Sovereign have such a peculiar fondness for a few blades of grass? Forget it—better call Bingxiao out and ask him.

"Bingxiao, look. It's nothing but wild grass everywhere here."

With that, Bingxiao was released from the spirit-beast pouch.

Ah...

"This... this could it be..."

The moment Bingxiao saw the things on the ground that Lin Yanghao had called "wild grass," his face went rigid. For a long while, he could not utter a single word. All he felt was that his mind had somehow short-circuited.

"Speak up. What on earth is this?" Seeing Bingxiao's stunned expression, Lin Yanghao wondered just what this grass could be to make him react like this.

"Now I finally understand what was going on outside."

"The thing outside?" Lin Yanghao had clearly not yet caught on.

"The blood sacrifice grand art outside. I finally know who was using that foul blood sacrifice grand art."