Chapter 901 Wu Tu's Heart is Broken 1. Head south to the Xiao family, wait for me to return.

The Eight Desolate Dojo.

The land was desolate, with no day or night, and all that could be seen was endless wasteland and devastation.

"Roar!!"

"Ow!!"

Several powerful demons, all at the Golden Core stage, stood atop the boulder, glaring with their scarlet eyes and roaring.

On the open ground below, a white-haired boy closed his eyes to rest. Nearby, a pile of monster corpses, which looked like they had just died, had not yet dissipated.

"Again."

"Once we finish this wave, we can take a break. Let's finish this quickly!"

Xiao Hei leaped into the air, his feet treading on the void, confronting the demons.

He had figured out the rules: every three rounds of demons, the dojo would pause briefly to allow him to replenish his energy; this was the final round…

"You mindless puppet, don't yell at me."

Xiao Hei's aura surged, and he stepped into the void, charging towards the beast horde.

The child's tender fist, when thrown, caused a tiger's roar to echo through the void.

The powerful punch, carrying immense pressure, sent the lead, thick-skinned bear demon flying back a hundred meters, crashing into a deep crater like a cannonball.

"The bear is tough; I'll deal with you last..."

Four powerful demons at the Golden Core stage attacked simultaneously, their intense ferocity overwhelming the enemy.

Xiao Hei punched the wolf demon, sending it flying. The wolf demon, as large as a small mountain, crashed to the ground.

Then, dodging the python's gaping maw, he flashed behind it, grabbed the python's body with both hands, roared, and swung the giant python, whipping the scorpion demon away like a whip.

"hiss~"

The python demon struggled to turn its head, twisting its body to tightly entangle Little Black.

The Golden Core Demon Body is incredibly hard, capable of easily crushing millennia-old rocks.

Even a Golden Core cultivator would have a slim chance of survival if he caught them.

"Go away!"

Xiao Hei used his bare hands to pry open the python's body, desperately trying to break free from the python demon's coils.

Soaring into the sky, he unleashed his full power and smashed the python's head with a single punch...

Bone burst open.

A moment later, Xiao Hei was panting heavily as all five demonic beasts were killed.

Five special energies flowed into his body, strengthening his physical form.

"Phew, feel good!"

Xiao Hei unleashed its Devouring Divine Power, refining their blood and qi into spiritual energy.

"That Wang guy is really despicable! He kicked me into this godforsaken, godforsaken place!"

"When can we get out? I'm going crazy if I stay here any longer!"

I can't even remember how many battles I've fought; I just feel like my nerves are completely numb.

"So you hate people with the surname Wang?" a voice asked.

"Of course!"

Just as Xiao Hei was about to curse, he instantly realized what was happening and became wary.

"Go away!"

Before he could even see who it was, a powerful whip kick landed squarely on his abdomen.

Little Black soared into the sky, barely managing to regain its balance, only to be struck by lightning and left disoriented. After losing its balance, it was lifted up by its collar.

"Tsk tsk, peak of the mid-stage Golden Core realm, almost advancing to the late stage."

"You completely refined that fifth-tier demon beast's inner core, didn't you?"

After regaining consciousness, Xiao Hei stared at Wang Xiaoke's grinning face, trembling all over.

"It's...it's Master! I've missed you so much~"

"Wow, you were just badmouthing me behind my back, but you're really good at changing your tune!"

Little Black pretended to look pitiful, rubbing his eyes with his little hands.

"Last time you locked me up for three years, and this time you're making me besieged all the time... Waaah... Do you know what it's like to live in constant fear?"

Wang Xiaoke felt uneasy and cleared her throat to change the subject.

"Let's go. I'll give you some spirit stones later as compensation."

"Great!" Little Black cursed inwardly, "He's just making empty promises again!"

……

The plaza outside the palace.

Mo Shenyuan and the others refined elixirs to repair their injuries from the battle.

The surroundings were empty; without spiritual power, they could only use spirit stones and pills.

Mo Shenyuan and Han Daoren are alright; they still have resources in their storage spaces.

But Wu Tu was in an awkward position.

"Brother Han, um, could you lend me another five hundred spirit stones?"

"Ahem, Brother Mo has plenty of pills, please share some with me."

"Don't worry, I'll pay you back with interest later."

Mo Shenyuan sighed and handed three Grade 5 healing pills to Wu Tu.

Han Daoren nodded helplessly and handed over several hundred spirit stones to the other party.

"Thank you." After receiving the items, Wu Tu quickly began healing his injuries and restoring his strength.

He was filled with regret, wondering why he had to leave his entire fortune to Xiao Ke.

Without exaggeration, the treasures in his storage ring alone are dozens or even hundreds of times more abundant than those of Han Daoren and the others combined!

Unfortunately, life is unpredictable, and right now he is indeed dirt poor.

"Where are you, my good disciple? Quickly return my treasure and send us out of here. This godforsaken place doesn't even have any spiritual energy!"

Wu Tu cried out in his heart.

During this time, the three men's injuries stabilized somewhat, and they tried to find an exit.

They tried to enter the temple, but were blocked from the steps by layers of mysterious restrictions.

There was nothing they could do but stay trapped in the square, meditating and waiting for Wang Xiaoke.

"Such a magnificent palace, with an ancient and divine aura, is exquisitely crafted, like a celestial palace, and is also bound by powerful restrictions. What is its origin?"

Mo Shenyuan considered himself to be quite knowledgeable, having read countless ancient books from all over the world.

There is no information about this item.

Han Daoren smiled wryly: "Old Wu's physiognomy skills are profound; perhaps he can predict the future."

Wu Tu pricked up his ears and pursed his lips; he also wanted to calculate the temple.

But when he peeked at the plaque above the gate upon entering, he felt a sharp pain in his soul and almost suffered a backlash.

To truly deduce the secrets of the temple, even nine lives wouldn't be enough.

"It's not that the old Taoist priest doesn't want to calculate, it's that he dares not... Sigh~"

Wu Tu knew that Wang Xiaoke was hiding something, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful that even he couldn't see through him. How strong must his master be?

Fit?

Mahayana?

It can't be a cultivator undergoing tribulation.

"Hmm!" Wu Tu caught a glimpse of a beam of light, and the temple doors slowly opened.

"There's movement."

Mo Shenyuan summoned his ancient sword and, together with Han Daoren, warily watched ahead.

"Is it...Xiao Ke?"

A man carrying a boy walked out of the main hall and then ignored the restrictions.

It flew towards the three of them.