The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3291 - 3286: Encounter with Humans?_1

Zhou Yiming gazed upon Yang Chen, his face remaining utterly blank.

Understanding the issue at hand, Yang Chen flicked his wrist, swiftly lifting the seal inside Zhou Yiming’s body, eager to engage in a proper discussion with him.

Though the seal on Zhou Yiming proved somewhat complex, Yang Chen found it simple enough to dispel.

Once lifted, Yang Chen turned his gaze back to Zhou Yiming, noting how his blank expression had softened a bit, yet he stayed quiet, fixing his stare on Yang Chen without uttering a sound.

Yang Chen felt confused, assuming Zhou Yiming’s quietness stemmed from the same despair as those he’d freed earlier, their spirits shattered beyond repair and craving only death, which explained their lifeless looks.

Yet, on second thought, something didn’t add up.

If Zhou Yiming truly longed for death, his gaze wouldn’t shine so sharply. With the Servitude Restriction gone, his eyes gleamed with clarity and composure, though he clamped his lips shut, adding an air of enigma.

“That doesn’t make sense.” Once more, Yang Chen’s divine sense scanned, abruptly uncovering a clue: “Damn it, where have you concealed yourself?”

He extended his hand, and in a flash, a Ghost Face emerged from Zhou Yiming’s form.

The instant Yang Chen yanked out this Ghost Face, it desperately attempted to flee and alert others.

However, Yang Chen acted with lightning speed, enveloping the space in a temporal field, trapping it securely and quelling the Ghost Face without delay.

This quick action allowed Yang Chen to exhale in relief, grateful for catching it in time. Though he commanded Space-Time Law, holding a discreet chat here with Zhou Yiming unseen by outsiders wasn’t straightforward.

As for Zhou Yiming, his earlier muteness had obviously been a subtle signal to him.

True enough, glancing at him now, Zhou Yiming’s eyes sparkled with awareness as he spoke, “Many thanks, fellow Daoist, for rescuing me. You must hail from the Earth Spirit Hall, correct?”

“Indeed, I’ve come to aid fellow Daoist Zhou and also seek your assistance in return,” Yang Chen replied.

Hearing this, Zhou Yiming displayed a hint of skepticism, “Might fellow Daoist present your Earth Spirit Hall Token for verification?”

Yang Chen passed it over without hesitation.

After inspecting it, Zhou Yiming’s divine sense probed inside and detected Yang Chen’s mere First Level Merit status, leaving him visibly let down.

Still, the token genuinely belonged to Yang Chen, easing his features considerably: “It appears fellow Daoist’s identity holds true without deception.”

Noticing Zhou Yiming’s even greater cunning compared to his own, Yang Chen inwardly chuckled right away. Yet, as expected, Zhou Yiming proved trustworthy, his thoughts sharp and unclouded at least.

“During my journey here, I rescued a few fellow Daoists, but each one yearned for death. It’s truly admirable how fellow Daoist Zhou has kept such a lucid mindset,” Yang Chen remarked with a sigh.

Zhou Yiming sighed deeply, “No choice in the matter—I wished for death too, but I realize oblivion terrifies more than enduring life. I’d end up as the Netherworld’s eternal thrall, forever beyond redemption.”

“This proves fellow Daoist Zhou’s sharp wits, and I’m certain you grasp the Spirit Fire World’s conditions and dynamics well. Should you lend your aid, it would greatly aid my efforts to protect you,” Yang Chen stated.

Zhou Yiming paused briefly, struck by Yang Chen’s assured tone.

Yang Chen grinned faintly: “What’s this, does fellow Daoist Zhou harbor lingering doubts?”

Zhou Yiming replied with a wry smile, “Not exactly, but fellow Daoist Chen’s merit rank sits at just the first level, and you lack deep insight into our Spirit Fire World’s setup.”

Yang Chen shook his head in mild exasperation: “What fellow Daoist Zhou ought to focus on most isn’t my merit rank, but rather my skill in reaching this spot to rescue you. You should feel astonishment and optimism.”

Zhou Yiming’s responses had felt off from the start.

“Fellow Daoist Zhou, are you withholding something from me?” Yang Chen grew wary.

Catching Yang Chen’s caution, Zhou Yiming froze for a second, then his mouth moved as if whispering to an unseen presence.

At first, Yang Chen intended to pin down Zhou Yiming by force and probe his soul for the truth.

Unexpectedly, mid-conversation, a Spirit Talisman burst from the earth, and upon activation, it erected a protective barrier encircling them.

Yang Chen prepared to strike, but suddenly, voices from multiple cultivators rang out.

“Hold back, fellow Daoist—we stand as allies.”

A group of human cultivators surfaced from below, within the barrier’s safety, unconcerned about discovery.

Yang Chen eyed the group and tallied them—four in all, three males and one female, each at the Heaven-Separated Realm and clearly affiliated with the Earth Spirit Hall as well.

Surprise flickered across Yang Chen’s features as he realized he’d encountered comrades who had ventured into the Spirit Fire World too.

Yang Chen cupped his hands in greeting, “So these four fellow Daoists are in the Spirit Fire World as well—what of this barrier...”

“No need for concern; crafting barriers is my forte. Once deployed, it blocks all divine sense intrusion, rendering us invisible—only fellow Daoist Zhou outside would be visible. Earlier, we hid underground, shrouded by this barrier over our forms. Fellow Daoist surely felt its potency firsthand,” explained a stunning woman with crimson lips among the quartet, chuckling lightly.

The woman possessed porcelain skin and striking looks, exuding an innate seductive aura. Though Yang Chen had beheld myriad beauties and she didn’t rank highest, her allure proved irresistible, as though she’d mastered some exotic fox seduction art. A mere glance or grin could ensnare souls.

Thankfully, aware of their alliance, she refrained from wielding it. Yang Chen responded steadily, “True, I just felt it myself and sensed nothing at all.”

Inwardly, he marveled once more. The Earth Spirit Hall’s talents spanned such variety, impossible to overlook. This barrier alone evaded even his detection with ease.

Now Zhou Yiming declared, “I’ve only a single day to regain strength, so let’s break down the details.”

“Did fellow Daoist Zhou receive aid from them before?” Yang Chen inquired, baffled.

“Exactly—these fellow Daoists, much like you, directly dispelled the Servitude Restriction within me. And the Yin soul lodged in my form was first lulled by flute hypnosis. That’s how we’ve kept in touch for years,” Zhou Yiming explained.

Yang Chen couldn’t hide his shock, “So once removed, the two Ghost Kings outside ought to sense it.”

“Of course not. Post-removal, these fellow Daoists restore it promptly. As for the Yin soul inside me, hypnosis ensures it remains oblivious; it might even believe nothing occurred,” Zhou Yiming chuckled.

Yang Chen stared in awe, “What technique did you fellow Daoists employ?”

Did they wield spacetime arts like his own?

“Hehe, fellow Daoist, don’t look down on us. Even a First Level Merit like you can apply spacetime arts to seal and lift Servitude Restrictions, then restore them. Surely you don’t doubt our capability?”