In the ocean of fire, a middle-aged man enveloped in white light floated out like a breeze from the depths of the Dry Wood Forest.
The man’s silhouette was blurry, and after drifting out of the sea of fire, it became even more illusory, swaying in the wind as if it could disperse at any moment.
"Old buddy..." Xia Liang stared at the man’s figure, with a complex and difficult-to-discern expression in his eyes.
"Come here!" Xia Liang took out a Soul Nourishing Pot, beckoning to the illusory white silhouette.
The white figure didn’t budge, but slowly focused his gaze on Lu Zechuan.
As if sensing something, Lu Zechuan looked up and saw a face that resembled his own by fifty percent!
"Dear grandson." The white shadow smiled, his smile extraordinarily gentle.
"You blockhead, is now the time for chit-chat?" Xia Liang glared fiercely at him, "Get in here quickly!"
The white shadow turned his head, glanced disdainfully at Xia Liang, and then swiftly entered the Soul Nourishing Pot.
After keeping the man’s soul secure, Xia Liang seemed relieved, as if he’d set down a heavy burden.
He again squinted at the Dry Wood Forest; the fire was massive, fuelled by the wind, it had already burnt down half of the forest.
"Those guys think there’s treasure in this Divine Clan sanctuary!" A light mocking voice came from the Soul Nourishing Pot, "Those fools, I’ve trapped them within Inch."
The middle-aged man boasted, "Your Divine Clan survived this disaster, thanks to my great favor. You old thing should be kinder to my grandson!"
Xia Liang ignored the middle-aged man but furrowed his brow deeply, "Where are my Divine Clan’s guards?"
"Were any of your Divine Clan people among that group? I didn’t notice..." The middle-aged man said somewhat embarrassingly, "You know, my mind is sometimes clear, sometimes not... I was probably sleep-drunk..."
So the sleep-drunk middle-aged man trapped everyone within Inch?!
No wonder they couldn’t find a single guard’s figure after searching the entire Divine Manor.
"It’s not my fault; they barged in, interrupting my peaceful cultivation..." The middle-aged man felt no wrongdoing.
Xia Liang rolled his eyes; this man is a cultivation fanatic, once he starts cultivating, he loses track of day and night, friend and foe, black and white...
"Remove the restriction here!" The Dry Wood Forest had already been burned to nothing, leaving only a restriction like a joke.
"Alright, I’ll send you to Inch!" The middle-aged man agreed, and in the next moment, the scenery around Xia Liang and the others changed in an instant.
Xia Mian didn’t expect to be able to return to Inch within just three days.
In Inch, Magic is prohibited, so once inside, the Divine Clan members could clearly feel themselves becoming mere mortals.
Xia Liang gently exhaled a murky breath, "Luckily, this old thing muddledly sent everyone to Inch."
Here, even if the Divine Clan members were schemed against and unable to use Taoist Techniques, as long as their physical functions were normal, their brains were clear, they still had a chance to survive among the Mystical Sects who also became mortals.
A large crowd entered Inch, instantly making the place bustling.
Xia Liang immediately shushed everyone, whispering, "Find people!"
This time, they didn’t spend too long searching; soon, they found Ah Mu, Wei Wei, Ling Fei, and Song Juan in the woods within Inch.
Ah Mu and the others carried injuries, seeing the Divine Clan guards led by Xia Liang approaching, excitement gleamed in their eyes.
"Divine Master!" Ah Mu shouted excitedly, standing up and walking towards Xia Liang.
Xia Liang looked Ah Mu up and down, seeing that he was relatively normal, only a scar on his arm, finally felt relieved, "What happened?"
Ah Mu pursed his lips, "After you left, Divine Master, the Hundred Families from the Mystical Sects came knocking on the door. Naturally, our Divine Clan’s guards were not afraid of them, but somehow, someone tampered with our cultivation resources earlier, and everyone showed signs of poisoning..."
"Before the battle began, we started feeling weak..." Ah Mu’s face flushed with embarrassment, "Thankfully, these two friends from the Wood Clan allowed the madam and me to hide safely in the Dry Wood Forest."
Later, they were also chased by the Hundred Families from the Mystical Sects, but by a fortunate chance, they ended up entering Inch once again.
Listening to Ah Mu, Xia Liang squinted his eyes lightly.
Only the Divine Clan’s management could access and tamper with the cultivation resources.
I haven’t been in the Divine Clan for years, everything has been managed by the three elders, if the three elders had a second heart, the Divine Clan would have already belonged to them.
So, it’s impossible for the Second Elder and Third Elder, who stayed behind, to have tampered.
With Xia Yan and Xia Heng brought out by me, they shouldn’t have had the chance to tamper, so who exactly was it?
"Divine Master, everyone entered here and got scattered by the Hundred Families from the Mystical Sects." Ah Mu said worriedly, "Let’s first find everyone, then carefully investigate who is the traitor!"
With everyone poisoned and unable to use Taoist Techniques.
Even though the Hundred Families from the Mystical Sects also lost their ability to use Taoist Techniques here, they are still healthy, naturally stronger than the poisoned Divine Clan victims.
Xia Liang retracted his thoughts, nodding slowly.
"Divine Master, the Young Master’s situation is somewhat precarious." Xia Yan looked up at Xia Liang, "Shall I support the Young Master to rest under the tree ahead?"
It wasn’t until then that Xia Liang noticed that since entering Inch, Xia Zhun’s complexion had also turned extremely bad.
Xia Liang’s eyes involuntarily squinted deeply, "Xia Zhun?"
Xia Zhun’s sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, his head somewhat dizzy.
Ever since Song Juan came to the Divine Clan, he sensed her aura, forcibly woke up from his sleep, and now, he hasn’t dared to close his eyes for days fearing he’d fall asleep again.
But this time, breaking Qin Lian’s Defying Fate Magic consumed him greatly, his stamina already low, he might fall asleep again at any moment.
"I’m fine." Xia Zhun stubbornly said, frowning.
Song Juan saw Xia Zhun’s state wasn’t right, hurried over, "How are you?"
Xia Zhun smiled, "I’m fine, just need a little rest."
He spoke, pulling Song Juan’s hand to sit under an old tree.
Xia Yan slightly squinted, watching Xia Zhun and Song Juan’s affectionate interaction, a flash of cold light flickered in his eye, "The Young Master might not endure, I’ll stay here to protect him!"
"I’ll stay." Lu Zechuan, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke, "I’ll stay and watch over them."
Lu Zechuan’s eyes were deep, gazing steadily at Xia Yan, his thin lips slightly curled upwards, a hint of intriguing smile forming.