Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1523: Chapter 1523: Master and Disciple Trapped in a Predicament

"Within the great tomb, there is a copper coffin. And around the copper coffin, there are two Nascent Soul stage puppet corpses guarding it. Those two puppet corpses seem to have sensed the presence of my Nascent Soul and have already pursued us!"

He Wujie responded in a low and swift voice, his tone tinged with tension and urgency.

Two Nascent Soul puppet corpses?

Upon hearing this, Fang Bai couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.

If it were two Golden Core realm puppet corpses, He Wujie wouldn’t take them seriously at all and could destroy them with a flick of his fingers.

However, Nascent Soul puppet corpses are vastly different; the strength of any one of them can suppress He Wujie, so it’s no wonder He Wujie feels nervous.

What truly worries He Wujie is Fang Bai; he is confident he can handle one Nascent Soul puppet corpse and, even if he can’t win, he has the assurance to escape.

But how could Fang Bai, a Foundation Establishment perfection expert, escape from the hands of a Nascent Soul puppet corpse?

He Wujie, taking Fang Bai with him, retreated at the fastest speed possible. As long as they can exit the great tomb, he has confidence in leaving the Nether Corpse Land with Fang Bai and returning later when the opportunity arises.

"No wonder even Golden Pill Perfection experts speak in fear about the core area of the Nether Corpse Land. The great tomb here, both inside and outside, is guarded by puppet corpses; even Golden Pill Perfection experts find it extremely hard to escape death here!"

Fang Bai thought silently to himself.

The two of them entered the passageway at the entrance of the great tomb, which was only just over thirty feet deep, and in a flash, they retreated out. noveldrama

Seeing the light of day outside, He Wujie and Fang Bai simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, their expressions froze there, and they suddenly turned back to look.

"It’s them!"

In Fang Bai’s line of sight appeared an old couple, the same couple who had sold Wuyou Soup to Fang Bai and others at the Naihe Bridge.

When Fang Bai drank the Wuyou Soup, he sensed a strange aura from the old couple, only now realizing that the eerie aura was identical to that of the great tomb nearby.

The old couple’s faces were expressionless, their eyeballs ashen white, their overall aura weak with little vitality.

They looked at Fang Bai and He Wujie with blank expressions; if not for the slight sneer curling at their lips, they would look just like puppet corpses.

The old couple was still wearing black and white clothes, and seeing them, Fang Bai thought of the Judge of Life and Death in the underworld who specializes in drawing souls.

"Disciple, do you know them?"

He Wujie frowned and asked Fang Bai.

He Wujie, who came here for the first time and from another direction of the Nether Corpse Land, flew directly over the Blood Pool River, never having passed the Naihe Bridge, and therefore did not drink the Wuyou Soup.

Fang Bai nodded and said: "This old couple has been selling their Wuyou Soup for years at the Naihe Bridge at Blood Pool River to the martial artists crossing it."

He Wujie said: "Wuyou Soup? Is it a kind of Spiritual Liquid? What is it brewed from? How does it compare to my Thousand Spirits Elixir?"

Fang Bai replied: "If not for the ’Soul Lost Grass,’ the Wuyou Soup can be considered a kind of Spiritual Liquid. But compared to the Thousand Spirits Elixir brewed by master, it is much inferior!"

He Wujie raised an eyebrow and said: "’Soul Lost Grass’? Isn’t that a poison that can make people lose themselves and produce illusions? From what you say, these two old fiends are also not good things!"

As he spoke, he fixed his gaze on the old couple opposite, releasing his aura and remaining fully vigilant, a hint of impatience and anxiety showing in his expression.

With danger in front and pursuers behind, and both sides being Nascent Soul Realm experts, He Wujie naturally felt anxious and worried that Fang Bai might not make it through this ordeal.

At this point, He Wujie already guessed that the puppet corpses appearing around the great tomb might have been refined from this old couple’s Corpse Refinement Art and were being controlled by them.

But what He Wujie couldn’t fathom was what exactly this old couple was trying to achieve by selling Wuyou Soup and refining puppet corpses.

As for Fang Bai, he had already discerned that the old couple were Nascent Soul Realm experts, but he never imagined they would be connected to this great tomb. Reflecting on it now, he faintly guessed the old couple’s motives, sending shivers down his spine.

"Disciple, I’ll keep these two old fiends busy. You take the opportunity to leave, and whatever you do, don’t hesitate! Do you understand?"

He Wujie quickly used the Thread Condensation Sound Transmission technique to communicate with Fang Bai.

He Wujie worried that if Fang Bai delayed his departure, once the two puppet corpses inside the tomb came out and formed an encirclement with them, both would be trapped, and Fang Bai would be doomed to die.

Fang Bai kicked the fragmented Meteoric Iron Gate, temporarily blocking the tomb’s exit to prevent the puppet corpses from coming out, then grinned at He Wujie and said: "Master, if we join forces to kill these two people, the two puppet corpses inside the tomb will become immobile dead bodies and won’t be able to attack!"

He Wujie was stunned, then stomped his foot and said anxiously: "Are you crazy?! How can the two of us be their match? You might have a chance if you were a Nascent Soul expert!"

"How do you know if you don’t give it a try?"

Fang Bai’s eyes showed determination as the Blood-Drinking Mad Blade appeared in his hand, pointing at the old woman in the old couple across from them. He loudly said: "Master, from that strange man before, I learned a Fire-based Technique called the ’Nine Revolutions True Fire Art,’ which I will explain to you... If you can comprehend even a little, maybe we can increase our chances of winning!"

"At the brink of life and death, and you want me to learn a cultivation technique..."

He Wujie saw that Fang Bai wasn’t fleeing and thought he was unwilling to abandon him or fight to the death with him. Touched, he also smiled bitterly, thinking that even if he learned the most mystical cultivation technique, he couldn’t comprehend its profundities instantly to handle two powerful opponents equivalent to his strength.

Regardless of whether He Wujie wanted to learn or not, Fang Bai had already started quickly and thoroughly conveying his self-created Fire-based Technique from his past life, "Nine Revolutions True Fire Art," to his master’s ears.

At that moment, there were "boom boom" sounds from behind as the two Nascent Soul puppet corpses were blasting at the Meteoric Iron Gate blocking their exit out from the great tomb.

"Leave your Nascent Soul and all your cultivation resources on you, and then I will let both of you leave!"

Meanwhile, the old man of the old couple across from them opened his mouth coldly, his voice sounding like it came from the depths of hell.

"All the cultivation resources on me I can give you! But if you want my Nascent Soul, dream on!"

He Wujie laughed in exasperation.

The Nascent Soul constitutes a martial artist’s essence and all Spiritual Energy, essentially serving as the martial artist’s second life. If a martial artist gives up their Nascent Soul, it equates to becoming a cripple, worse off than an ordinary person.

Thus, for most martial artists in the world, the destruction of their Nascent Soul marks the end of their life.

Of course, there are those extraordinarily talented in Martial Dao who can start cultivating again after losing their Nascent Soul, but this process becomes ten to a hundred times more difficult than before.