Since the True Master Realm expert above was already nearly as powerful as him, what would he do if an even stronger cultivator arrived?

Now, he vaguely felt that Lin Yifan had duped him.

The main reason Lin Yifan had said those words was that he didn't want Ding Laoda to go to his death; he still needed Ding Laoda's help.

With gains come losses. Ding Laoda would eventually realize he'd been tricked, so giving him a heads-up wasn't over the top.

After reaching an agreement, the two of them pried open the manhole cover and entered the sewers.

As soon as they entered, Ding Laoda felt he couldn't breathe, the stench was overwhelming.

The noxious gas was methane, commonly known as swamp gas. Inhaling too much of it could kill within minutes; that's why workers ventilate the sewers for a while and wear masks before entering.

If you go in directly and inhale the dense swamp gas, you could lose consciousness in less than a minute, collapse into the sewer, continue to inhale the gas, and die.

Thankfully, Ding Laoda and Lin Yifan were both cultivators; they could use their cultivation power to block these irritating gases from entering their bodies. They could also convert cultivation power into breathable gas for themselves.

However, with powerful cultivators outside, they didn't dare use even a tiny bit of their cultivation power; high-realm cultivators had keen senses and could detect even the slightest aura.

Just like a bee could smell the sweetness of sugar from afar.

"Junior Brother! We should go back up. Without our cultivation power, we'll both die," Ding Laoda suggested.

Lin Yifan thought it made sense, so they immediately climbed back up.

Iron ladders set into the sewer walls made it easy for them to ascend.

Back on the surface, they sat on the ground, panting heavily.

The swamp gas in the sewers was as deadly as biological weapons, making it hard to breathe. Ordinary people wouldn't be able to endure it.

After catching their breath, Ding Laoda asked curiously, "Junior Brother, this sewer hiding plan isn't working. What do we do now?"

"Don't write off the sewers so quickly. Some parts have less concentrated swamp gas. We can hide there," Lin Yifan replied.

"But where do we find those less gassy spots?" Ding Laoda asked, curious.

He was feeling frustrated and exasperated.

"We go upstream," Lin Yifan answered. "The source of the water is always cleaner than the middle or where it flows into the sea; likewise, the source of the sewer pipes is cleaner, meaning less swamp gas. So we follow the sewer upstream to find cleaner entrance points."

Upon hearing this, Ding Laoda thought it made sense, but with a strong man keeping a close watch above and numerous police and cultivators searching for them, how could they pull it off?

He had to question Lin Yifan's plan: "Junior Brother, you make it sound easy, but don't forget that middle-aged man watching from above."

Lin Yifan understood Ding Laoda's concern—it was also his worry at the moment.

If they didn't act due to fear, they only had one path: to charge head-on.

Just thinking about the scene a few days ago when the Shadow Organization sent a formidable assassination squad after him, he couldn't help but shiver.

The Shadow Organization would stop at nothing for him.

So he didn't know how many cultivator elites lay in wait within the darkness.

Thus, he could only try his best to get it right.

He then answered Ding Laoda's question: "Senior Brother, let's give it a try. If we're discovered, we can deal with it then."

"Alright, I'll follow you," Ding Laoda agreed, feeling it was the only viable option and decided to give it a shot.

After all, he had caused this mess, so he couldn't say much.

So, the two of them followed the sewer upstream, searching for the foremost source.

With many branches and forks in the sewer, it wasn't long before Lin Yifan had a sudden idea and set their sights on a residential area.

The residential area was the source of a branch pipe. They could hide in the sewers near the area to evade their pursuers.

After telling Ding Laoda the plan, they acted on it together.

Soon enough, they found an entrance in the residential area where the swamp gas wasn't too concentrated.

Prying open the manhole cover, they climbed in. Although it still reeked, it was much better than before.

Because the sewers were filthy, Ding Laoda hesitated to put his feet in.

So, like koalas, he and Lin Yifan clung tightly to the iron-ringed makeshift ladder fixed to the sewer entrance wall.

After a few hours, a large group of people passed the road above them.

Hearing the hurried footsteps, Lin Yifan and Ding Laoda couldn't help but feel afraid; luckily, those people didn't notice below, so they escaped that ordeal.

Despite Chun Yan's forces closing in on Lin Yifan and Ding Laoda, when they pulled in the net, they found nothing.

"How could this happen? Where did they go?" Chun Yan wondered, utterly perplexed.

This time, they had not spared any residential area, resident, park, venue, or even garbage can in their search. So how could Lin Yifan and Ding Laoda disappear into thin air?

Just as she was baffled, an Elder from the Voodoo Sect approached to inquire about the results.

Seeing her standing there in confusion, the Elder knew that tonight's relentless search had yielded nothing.

"Sigh! Where on earth did they go?"

He sighed, equally puzzled.

Tonight, apart from sensing the cultivator auras of his own men, he hadn't detected any other cultivators.

On the other side, Chun Yan suddenly suspected something: "Could that bastard have a magical treasure to conceal his aura?"

Lin Yifan possessed many magical artifacts. A few days ago, two True Masters from the Shadow Organization had been tricked to death by Lin Yifan, so she suspected Lin Yifan had used a treasure to hide his aura and used Qinggong to escape last night.

Perhaps as she was casting the net, Lin Yifan and his companion had already left the lockdown area.

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