Free Web NovelChapter 2155: Chapter 2192: Lost
"Excellent!"
Ding Fan glanced at the back and had no intention of stepping in. His combat ability still had a significant gap compared to a third-level Divine Realm, and they had completely suppressed the puppet, so there was no need for him to get involved.
Xu Xingying also didn’t rush in, instead guarding the four injured individuals with several second-level Divine Realm martial artists. Xu Xingying cast a disdainful glance at Ding Fan from afar but said nothing.
A group of mysterious puppets rushed forward, easily shattered, but almost a hundred Mysterious Iron Puppets in the inner hall couldn’t get close to the group.
However...
The group had been attacking for a long time, but not a single puppet was injured or destroyed. These puppets were made of some unknown material, hard and indestructible, even the arrows shot by Herr Rufeng could not harm them.
"Miss Ningshuang!"
Herr Liyan once again sent a puppet flying and glanced towards Herr Ningshuang, who pondered for a moment. The Purple Moon mark on her forehead brightened, and a crescent of purple moon flew out from her forehead and transformed into forward-flying purple light.
"Bang!"
The purple moon swept across the neck of a Mysterious Iron Puppet with a muffled sound, the iron head sprung into the air, yet the body continued running, the puppet seemed dead, dropping to the ground.
"What kind of warrior heritage is this, so terrifying?"
Ding Fan was completely astonished. Outside, so many True Essence Releases couldn’t leave a mark on the puppets, yet the purple moon directly severed the puppet’s neck?
"Buzz!"
The purple moon mark on Herr Rufeng’s forehead also shone, and a purple moon flew out, easily cutting through a mysterious puppet’s neck.
"Miss Rufeng is too fierce!"
"Miss Ningshuang is amazing!"
Countless flattering voices arose. Herr Ningshuang and Herr Rufeng said nothing, concentrating on attacking with the Purple Moon, watching as one puppet after another fell to the ground. The sisters’ faces became pale, their bodies trembling, sweating profusely, and many felt sympathetic. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
"If these two sisters use too much of their warrior heritage, they will become very weak."
Ding Fan muttered, but his mind recalled Zhao Xiner’s forehead flower mark, Lin Zixuan’s forehead stamp, and Tian Qianlian’s forehead beast.
Similarly, a seventh-grade heritage, the Herr Family sisters’ inherited divine techniques he saw, but he wondered how terrifying the inherited divine techniques of Lin Zixuan, Zhao Xiner, and Tian Qianlian would be?
The two sisters used the warrior heritage techniques, bravely and courageously, and destroyed nearly a hundred mysterious puppets in just about three-quarters of an hour.
After the last puppet’s head fell, the twin sisters almost stumbled to the ground, and the women quickly supported them to rest on the floor.
Herr Liyan went over, ensuring all the puppets were destroyed, then rushed forward because there were two treasure platforms—a secret tome and a square stamp.
"Good stuff!"
Herr Liyan quickly scanned it but did not consume it alone, instead rushing back to hand the two treasures over to Bai Ningshuang.
This time the twin sisters put in a great effort; if not for the two using the warrior heritage technique, who could have defeated those Mysterious Iron Puppets?
Herr Ningshuang did not hold back, reading the secret tome and putting it away, handing the square stamp to Herr Rufeng, who, despite being weak, felt rewarded after their hard work, and appreciatively played with the small stamp before storing it.
The group did not rush forward, each resting and cultivating, recovering strength and energy. The four Herr Family young masters were still healing; although they had top-grade medicine, it was currently not possible for them to take any action.
Ding Fan sat in a corner cultivating, unnoticed by anyone, appearing incompatible with everyone. Ding Fan did not step in, which annoyed many, coupled with him gaining the two treasures earlier, sparking jealousy among all.
Everyone here came from influential families and powers; Ding Fan was merely an island master and had already offended Herr Rufeng, so naturally, they would not show him a friendly face.
The matter of the Crimson Flame was heard by all, yet the Crimson Flame soon left, never returning to Skull Island nor saying anything, causing inevitable doubts among many.
Even Xu Xingying suspected a connection between Ding Fan and the Crimson Flame; if there was a connection, the Crimson Flame would surely have left a message for Moon Mist Island to look after Ding Fan.
Ding Fan remained mysterious, still wearing his ghost mask, appearing pretentious to the young masters and misses; had Ding Fan been of a higher realm, nothing would be said, but he was merely a second-level Divine Realm martial artist, which made everyone look down on him even more.
Of course, no one wanted to offend him, they just refrained from showing friendliness.
Ding Fan didn’t care, nor did he wish to make friends with these young masters and misses; he quietly cultivated, until two hours passed before Herr Ningshuang stood up, waved her hand and said, "Let’s go."
The injured four regained some strength, looking better as their wounds began to scab over, and everyone stood up to continue forward, with Herr Liyan having thoroughly scouted ahead where there was a passage.
The entrance was identical to the previous one, but after walking a mile, another crossroads appeared, splitting the path into three routes.
"This is really troublesome."
Herr Ningshuang furrowed her brows, many following suit with furrowed brows. Which of the three identical routes should they take? If they separated and encountered danger?
A crowd gathered to discuss, deciding to walk together, even if it would take more time.
Herr Ningshuang led the team, choosing to go left in the passage, and Ding Fan had no better idea, observing quietly and subtly tossing a piece of Black Obsidian onto the ground.
After walking for half a mile, three more forks appeared, making their expressions difficult to look at.
This is evidently a labyrinthine terrain; if mishandled, we could be trapped inside.
Herr Ningshuang thought for a moment and continued to lead everyone forward with gritted teeth, choosing the path on the left this time. After half a mile, they encountered another fork.
Many young ladies were in a panic. They had brought only a little food, which might suffice for ten days to half a month if trapped, but if they were stuck for several months, everyone would starve to death.
"Why panic?"
Herr Ningshuang angrily waved her hand and said, "Does panicking help? The moment you entered the Night Wolf Emperor’s Mausoleum, you should have been prepared to die inside. If a warrior fears death, what great deeds can you achieve?"
Looking at Ningshuang’s current demeanor, Ding Fan couldn’t help but reevaluate this woman. Normally, Herr Ningshuang and Herr Rufeng complement each other — Ningshuang being gentle and courteous to all. But now, as she erupted in anger, she exuded a regal aura.
Such youth, yet so calm, without a trace of panic — this is no ordinary composure. It’s no wonder she’s the leader this time. If Herr Rufeng were in charge, it might not be possible.
Herr Ningshuang’s anger quelled the crowd’s unrest; at least superficially, no one dared to show panic. Herr Ningshuang waved her hand to lead everyone forward.
Forks, pathways!
For several hours, they encountered the same forks and identical channels without a clear direction. Now they were thoroughly lost; they didn’t know which path to take or where the exit was.
Herr Ningshuang stood quietly, her beautiful eyes filled with sadness and bewilderment. She didn’t know what to do now. She waved her hand for everyone to rest and stood at the intersection, pondering alone.
After a while, she suddenly remembered something and, looking at Ding Fan’s silhouette, walked step by step over to him, sitting cross-legged on the ground, steeped in cultivation. She asked, "Ding Fan, do you have any way to break through this situation?"
Ding Fan looked up, and from this angle, he could see the slight rise of Herr Ningshuang’s chest. He shook his head slightly and said, "This is a maze; whether we can get out depends on luck."
"Tch~"
In the distance, some people were mocking—who didn’t know it was a maze, and who didn’t know it depended on luck?
Herr Ningshuang sighed softly, not moving forward, just sitting on the ground next to Ding Fan. In the first light, some food and water appeared on her ring. She waved a man over to distribute it to others, helping them replenish their strength somewhat.
Finally, she handed Ding Fan a portion. Ding Fan removed the ghost mask and ate silently. Ding Fan wasn’t hiding anything; he truly had no solution. He had carefully observed along the way, but the channels were entirely identical, and there were no hints or directions at the intersections. He’s not a divine being—how could he know where to go? He had placed some Black Obsidian in the maze but hadn’t seen it do any good.
"Woo~"
Sirius saw Ding Fan eating something and also seemed hungry, emerging from Ding Fan’s sleeve, gazing at him.
Ding Fan lovingly petted Sirius, taking out some Amethyst Stone from his Space Ring to feed it. Herr Ningshuang watched as hard Amethyst Ore was chewed and consumed by Sirius—more than ten pieces in an instant. She exclaimed in surprise, "Ding Fan, what grade is your pet? It’s extraordinary."
"Third grade!"
Ding Fan said casually, feeling touched by Herr Ningshuang’s last four words. He spoke earnestly to Sirius, "Sirius, we’re trapped in the maze—can you help me find the exit?"
Sirius had just finished eating the last piece of Fire Jade and, hearing Ding Fan’s question, suddenly transformed into a white shadow and rushed away, unexpectedly disappearing before Ding Fan’s eyes.
"Sirius!"
Ding Fan was shocked. Here were intersections everywhere—if Sirius got lost, what if they never found their way back?
He hastily ran to chase Sirius, but Sirius ran too fast. After half a mile, three forks lay ahead, but Sirius was nowhere to be seen.
"Sirius, come back!"
Ding Fan called out regretfully, his voice echoing through the passages, but no trace of Sirius appeared.
"Sirius! Sirius!"
Racing down a corridor, Ding Fan shouted and ran. For half an hour, he didn’t know how many paths he crossed, continually yelling, but never glimpsed Sirius’s silhouette. Had Sirius gone missing? Had he lost it!
He couldn’t find the Herr family’s martial artists, but he didn’t care. He was most concerned about Sirius right now; desperate to find Sirius’s white shadow.
Xia Mengqing went to Tongzhou, but Ding Fan’s closest partner was Sirius. This little beast had followed him for a long time, helping him greatly—he loved Sirius deeply, as if it were his own kin.
Ding Fan could only continue to run, constantly searching, driven even to exhaustion—he had to find Sirius.
"Ding Fan left?"
On the other side, Herr Ningshuang saw Ding Fan run off and sent someone to chase him, but after some distance of intersections, the man, fearing losing the main group, had to return to report.
Herr Ningshuang was anxious—had Ding Fan gone missing again? But what could she do? She could only wait here for Ding Fan to return.
Three hours, five hours, ten hours went by.
Many leaned against the walls to sleep for a while, but Ding Fan still hadn’t returned. Herr Rufeng and many others couldn’t wait any longer, urging on—one after another—to continue their journey, lest they be trapped here and starve due to lack of food.
Herr Ningshuang had no choice but to leave a note using paper and pen and then continue forward. This time, Herr Ningshuang had people mark the paths, leaving some small objects to see if the maze would be destroyed.
Something terrifying occurred.
After over ten hours of walking, they had no idea how many paths they had crossed, but not only had they failed to find the exit, but they also found no trace of any markers!
Only two possibilities remained: the maze was either infinitely vast and boundless, or there was a special prohibition on it. Either way, their markers had been forcibly removed.
