Chapter 1809: Died with Eternal Regret, Ancient Saint Lanya

Full of shock, he quickly looked toward the nearby guild leader, and upon seeing him, was even more stunned.

The guild leader was less than three meters away from Ancient Saint Lanya, yet the latter seemed completely unaware, having noticed nothing at all.

"It's the formation..."

Even a fool would understand what was going on.

With his high cultivation, it was understandable that he could hide and the other party couldn't detect him, but the guild leader... so close and still unnoticed—it could only mean this formation was truly extraordinary.

He quietly extended his spiritual sense, wanting to see how the formation concealed their forms, but was astonished to find that when it swept over Ancient Saint Lanya and Zhang Xuan, he sensed not a single figure, as if they didn't exist.

Clearly visible to the naked eye, yet undetectable by spiritual sense.

"Is this... a spatial formation?"

His pupils contracted.

He had long comprehended the Soul Shuttle technique and could even drag people into folded space, indicating his understanding of space was not shallow, but this formation was clearly more advanced.

Even an ancient saint like Lanya hadn't noticed anything unusual, and his own spiritual sense couldn't detect it... Could it be that he had already comprehended the legendary True Solution of Space?

No wonder he said setting up a formation would be enough; he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

How laughable that he had doubted whether he was boasting.

"Make your move!"

Just as he was marveling, a voice sounded in his ear. His expression turned serious, the Soul-Breaking Ruler appeared in his palm, and he slashed through the air, charging toward Ancient Saint Lanya before him.

But before he could reach him, he saw the ancient saint's body sway, and with a "thud," he fell to the ground, his breath already gone.

His mouth twitched as he quickly looked over, seeing the guild leader holding a sinister, eerie long blade, standing there with an awkward expression: "Sorry, I didn't expect this guy to be so weak. I accidentally killed him..."

He had thought that since the opponent was an ancient saint, killing him silently would require at least the cooperation of the Fiend and Moling Ancient Saint. Unexpectedly, as soon as the long blade rose, it pierced the heart...

With just one strike, he was down... without even a single line of dialogue. Too tragic!

"Ancient Saint Lanya is a Bloodline Continuation level expert at the first level of Ancient Saint. How could he be so easily killed?"

Not only Zhang Xuan found it strange, but Moling Ancient Saint was also stunned.

He had known this man for countless years. Though they had never fought, he knew exactly how strong he was. The guild leader, at the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm, wielding an eerie demonic blade, could escape or even fight against an expert of this level—that was plausible...

But one slash and he's down... How could it be so ridiculous?

Should he go over and give him a couple more whacks with the ruler?

Wouldn't that be desecrating the corpse?

Full of doubt, he no longer bothered to conceal his form. He quickly approached, swept his spirit sense over, and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

This man... was indeed dead, his soul utterly destroyed, leaving no trace.

"Strange..."

Rubbing his brow, Moling Ancient Saint couldn't figure it out.

This was an ancient saint, a supreme figure standing at the pinnacle of both the Master Teacher Continent and the Heterodox Spirit World. Killed with one stab, without saying a word, not even letting out a scream...

It gave one a feeling of being in a different world.

"Could he be fake?"

Zhang Xuan also looked over in confusion.

"Fake, no. I've known this man for thousands of years; even reduced to ashes, I wouldn't mistake him. The reason you killed him with one blow is probably that he was severely injured, his foundation damaged! His full strength was less than a tenth..."

After examining carefully for a while, Moling Ancient Saint said.

From observation, it was clear that this ancient sage of Lanya was extremely weak, with an aura of decay within his body.

One look and it was obvious his foundation had been damaged; even if no action was taken, he might not live much longer.

But... not long ago, they had seen him, vigorous and full of energy, reportedly on the verge of breaking through to the second level of ancient sage... how had he become like this all of a sudden?

"What do we do now?"

After studying for a while, unable to figure out what had happened, the ancient sage of Moke had no choice but to shake his head helplessly and look over.

"I was hoping to capture him alive, then search his soul to learn about the Spirit Emperor's situation and find the location of the dragon blood. But now that he's dead, we'll have to let it go..."

Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly.

Other ancient sages were all so formidable; this one was too unreliable!

When he thrust the knife over, he had expected the other to dodge or block, but never dreamed he would simply die... He had prepared many subsequent moves but had no chance to use them. It felt like playing the lute to a cow—just thinking about it was frustrating.

However, if the deceased ancient sage of Lanya knew of this thought, he would surely cry out... What, did I die in the wrong way?

Should I be revived and die again for you to see...

"Should we still disguise ourselves as him?"

"Of course, otherwise how would we enter the bedchamber?" Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan's spirit stirred, and his bones creaked as his entire being, including his soul aura, became identical to the ancient sage of Lanya lying on the ground.

He reached out, stripped off the other's clothes, and put them on himself. He also took the storage ring and slipped it onto his finger.

The ancient sage of Moke watched, his heart trembling.

He had thought it would only be a superficial disguise, making it hard to tell male from female, but never dreamed that the demeanor, soul aura, and even the mental strength would feel exactly the same. If not for the ancient sage of Lanya still lying motionless on the ground, he would have thought the man hadn't died at all!

Ordinary disguises only made the appearance similar; the soul and mind could never match. But this one... even the closest kin couldn't tell the difference!

Too heaven-defying!

"Lanya Ancient Saint, after fetching the spring water, where does he usually take it?" Ignoring his shock, Zhang Xuan asked.

"He usually goes to the bedchamber, but as for the exact place, I'm not sure..." Moling Ancient Saint quickly replied.

"That's good. I'll go investigate right away!"

Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up.

Since it was the bedchamber, he could enter it openly and legitimately.

With a grab in the air, a gourd prepared in Lanya Ancient Saint's ring appeared, and he filled it with clear water.

After doing this, Zhang Xuan glanced at Moling Ancient Saint and instructed, "I'll go in alone!"

The other party was now under the Spirit Emperor's suspicion, and even entering the bedchamber freely was difficult. It would be better not to have him follow, making things easier for himself.

Otherwise, as soon as he entered, he would likely be suspected and discovered.

"It's too dangerous. I'm afraid something might go wrong..."

Moling Ancient Saint was full of worry.

The president was only at the peak of the Immortal Realm, and as far as he knew, there were at least three Ancient Saints in the bedchamber. If discovered, he wouldn't even be able to escape!

"Don't worry. If something really happens, you can rush in to back me up..."

With a slight smile, Zhang Xuan stored Lanya Ancient Saint's corpse into his storage ring.

An Ancient Saint's body was full of treasures; he couldn't waste it.

After a pause, knowing that his current identity was awkward and that going would indeed cause trouble, Moling Ancient Saint had no choice but to nod.

Not to mention the president's identity, but as the most talented teacher in the Teacher Continent, he couldn't stand by idly if danger arose.

"Mm."

Having made his decision, Zhang Xuan said no more. With a flicker of his body, he left the palace, oriented himself, and walked straight toward the bedchamber.