Chapter 15: Heavenly Fate Pupils
Wang Li’s frustration mounted as their search for the Blood Moon Sect’s disciples yielded no results. Despite the combined efforts of the Azure Peak Sect’s disciples and Fourth Elder Gong, their quarry remained elusive.
“Damn it,” Wang Li muttered under his breath, his brows furrowed in frustration. “Where could they be hiding?”
He closed his eyes, seeking solace in the depths of his own mind. Concentrating his spiritual energy, he focused on enhancing his vision, hoping to gain a new perspective on their situation.
To his astonishment, a strange phenomenon greeted him when he reopened his eyes. The world around him seemed to be bathed in different hues of color, each shade pulsating with its own unique energy.
Each hue held a different significance, representing varying levels of luck and fortune.
Golden, red, purple, orange, blue, green, and white—each color held its own meaning, with golden representing the highest level of luck and white the lowest.
Wang Li blinked in disbelief, his mind reeling with the implications of what he was witnessing. “What in the world…” he muttered, his gaze darting around as he tried to make sense of the surreal sight before him.
As he continued to observe, he noticed that most of the region was enveloped in a subtle white hue, indicating a baseline level of luck. But in the east, a faint red glow caught his attention, drawing him like a moth to a flame.
Intrigued by this discovery, Wang Li focused his gaze on his companions, his eyes scanning their auras for any signs of the mysterious colors he had witnessed. To his surprise, Su Yuerong emitted a soft blue aura, while Fourth Elder Gong was surrounded by a gentle green glow.
A dawning realization washed over Wang Li as he connected the dots. “Heavenly Fate Pupil,” he murmured to himself, the words carrying a weight of significance. It seemed he had unlocked a new ability—one that could potentially change the course of their journey.
With newfound determination, Wang Li resolved to harness this newfound power to their advantage. If these colors were indicators of luck, then perhaps they held the key to unraveling the mystery of the Blood Moon Sect’s whereabouts.
With a surge of intuition, Wang Li formulated a plan. He approached Su Yuerong, his expression earnest as he relayed his request. “Su Yuerong, I need you to convince Fourth Elder Gong to follow me eastward,” he said, his tone urgent.
Su Yuerong regarded him with curiosity, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Why?” she asked, her gaze searching his face for answers.
Wang Li hesitated, unsure of how to explain his newfound ability. “I can’t explain it fully,” he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. “But trust me, we need to head east. I have a feeling we’ll find what we’re looking for there.”
Su Yuerong studied him for a moment before nodding in reluctant agreement. “Very well,” she said, her tone resolute. “I’ll speak to Fourth Elder Gong.”
As Su Yuerong relayed Wang Li’s request to Fourth Elder Gong, Wang Li’s heart pounded with anticipation. Would his intuition prove correct? Or was he leading them all on a wild goose chase?
But as they journeyed eastward, Wang Li’s confidence grew as he noticed the red tint on the horizon growing more pronounced with each passing moment. Could this be an opportunity that he had been searching for?
As they ventured deeper into the east, their anticipation mounted, fueled by Wang Li’s unwavering confidence in his newfound ability. The vibrant red hue beckoned them onward, leading them to a set of ancient ruins cloaked in mystery.
Upon arrival, they found themselves amidst the remnants of a once-grand city, now reduced to crumbling stone and decaying remnants. Despite their thorough exploration, they unearthed no significant treasures or clues to their quarry’s whereabouts.
Meanwhile, Wang Li followed the radiant red glow, his heart pounding with excitement as he closed in on its source. His intuition guided him unerringly toward a weathered statue, its surface worn smooth by the passage of time.
As he laid his hand upon the statue, a tremor rippled through the ground, splitting the earth and revealing a hidden passageway beneath. Stairs descended into darkness, beckoning them into the depths of the labyrinth.
Su Yuerong, Fourth Elder Gong, and the Azure Peak Sect disciples recognized the significance of their discovery—a Demon Labyrinth, long forgotten by the annals of history. It was a treasure trove of untold riches and dangers, left behind by the ancient demons vanquished by the Righteous Sects.
Eagerly, they descended into the depths of the Demon Labyrinth.
The sight that greeted them was nothing short of miraculous—piles of spirit stones glimmered in the dim light, while rare demon herbs flourished in an enchanted garden. The air was thick with the scent of untold riches, and the disciples of the Azure Peak Sect could scarcely believe their luck.
Meanwhile, Wang Li’s gaze remained fixed on the object of his pursuit—a simple stone radiating a brilliant red light. Though unassuming in appearance, he sensed the latent power contained within. This was no ordinary stone; it was a vessel for a Metal Elemental Spark—a seed of potential waiting to be unleashed.
With practiced ease, Wang Li concealed the stone within his storage bag, a triumphant smile tugging at his lips. This discovery could change everything for his cousin Wang Xiangyi, propelling her to new heights of power.
He then rejoined Su Yuerong and Fourth Elder Gong, his expression composed as he shared in their triumph.
“Truly, this is a remarkable discovery,” Fourth Elder Gong remarked, his eyes alight with excitement. “We must proceed with caution, for the treasures within this labyrinth are undoubtedly coveted by many.”
Wang Li nodded in agreement, his thoughts already turning towards their next steps.
Amidst the dimly lit chambers of the Demon Labyrinth, Fourth Elder Gong turned to Wang Li with a curious glint in his eyes, his voice carrying a note of intrigue. “Young man, as the one who led us to this labyrinth, how much of the treasures do you desire?”
Fourth Elder Gong’s inquiry hung in the air like a delicate wisp of smoke, prompting Wang Li to consider his response carefully. With a sly smile playing at his lips, he weighed his options before delivering his answer.
“Well, Fourth Elder Gong, I must admit, I have no desire for material wealth,” Wang Li began, his voice laced with calculated charm. “Instead, I offer everything we find within this labyrinth as a humble donation to the Azure Peak Sect.”
Fourth Elder Gong’s brows furrowed in surprise, his eyes widening at Wang Li’s unexpected offer. “You… you would give up all these treasures?” he asked, his tone tinged with disbelief.
Wang Li nodded sagely, his expression serene. “Indeed, I seek only one thing in return—a favor from the esteemed Azure Peak Sect.”
Fourth Elder Gong’s curiosity was piqued, and he leaned in closer, his gaze probing. “And what, may I ask, would this favor entail?”
A mischievous glint danced in Wang Li’s eyes as he replied, “I humbly request the support of the Azure Peak Sect in my endeavors. You see, I am but a wanderer seeking to restore the honor and prestige of my Family.”
Fourth Elder Gong’s initial skepticism softened as he regarded Wang Li thoughtfully. “You speak of noble aspirations, young man,” he remarked, a note of respect creeping into his voice. “But tell me, who are you truly? And why conceal your identity behind that mask?”
Wang Li’s gaze shifted to Su Yuerong, seeking her silent affirmation before he made his decision. Seeing her subtle nod of encouragement, he reached up and removed his mask, revealing his features to Fourth Elder Gong.
The elder’s eyes widened in recognition, a mix of astonishment and disbelief flickering across his face. “Wang Li? But… but I heard you were dead,” he stammered, struggling to comprehend the revelation before him.
Wang Li’s smile was enigmatic as he confirmed, “Rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated, Fourth Elder Gong. In truth, I have survived, and now I seek to restore the honor and prestige of the Wang Family.”
With a solemn nod, Fourth Elder Gong extended his hand in a gesture of solidarity. “I am not one to turn away from a debt of gratitude,” he declared, his voice firm with resolve. “I pledge to assist you in reclaiming the Wang Family’s rightful place, provided it does not lead to conflict with the other Righteous Sects.”
Wang Li’s heart swelled with gratitude at Fourth Elder Gong’s words, a sense of validation washing over him. “Your support means more to me than you know, Fourth Elder Gong,” he replied, his voice sincere. “Rest assured, I shall not forget this debt.”
With a nod of agreement, Fourth Elder Gong extended his hand in a gesture of solidarity, sealing their newfound alliance. Wang Li grasped it firmly, their pact forged in the depths of the Demon Labyrinth.
As he donned his mask once more, Wang Li couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph. With the support of the Azure Peak Sect and Fourth Elder Gong, he was one step closer to achieving his goals.
