Jiang He had always believed himself to be a man of his word.
Since he had promised Wang Hou to stand guard over Mount Dadong and stop the Ferals there from rampaging, he must keep his word.
Even so, Jiang He would never stand guard over Mount Dadong every day, given his personality.
Therefore …
He had to come up with something more dependable than guarding Mount Dadong.
Such as …
After killing the Graywolf King and every high-ranked Feral on Mount Dadong, would he still have to worry about a Feral rampage?
Lingzhou City was just over 300 kilometers away from Mount Dadong, a distance that was nothing for Jiang He. Even if he withdrew his aura and slowed down, he reached Yuzhen in twenty minutes.
Jiang He had never been to Yuzhen before.
It was an old town with a sense of age, and there was an old tower at the center of the town.
There were signs of military encampments everywhere in the town.
On the east side of the town, in the direction of Dong Mountain, were many military fortifications. Outside the fortifications, there were marks left by a large number of beasts and scattered bullet casings.
Further ahead was a splatter of blood.
Under the bright moonlight, one could clearly see the blood-stained ground.
Jiang He's expression turned solemn.
There had been many unknown soldiers here, many of whom were not even martial artists. However, to protect the civilians at the rear, they had resolutely shouldered their weapons and attacked the Ferals of Mount Dadong to the east of Yuzhen!
It was a war between races.
When wild beasts developed intelligence, when wild beasts evolved into powerful groups and individuals, war with humans would definitely be unavoidable.
Several Ferals were already roaming around Yuzhen, where the military had just retreated today.
With a flick of his finger, Jiang He's True Qi shot out like arrows and pinned the Ferals to the ground, before leaping into the air and rushing toward Mount Dadong.
There was just over 30 kilometers between Mount Dadong and Yuzhen.
A winding ravine blocked Jiang He's path as he approached Mount Dadong.
Such ravines were exceedingly rare in the loess highlands of Xibei. The soil there was soft and there were many mountains, and mountain torrents were bound to erupt whenever there was a downpour. Mountain torrents flowed down from the mountains and converged, forming ravines that were over a dozen meters deep and up to forty meters wide over time. There was no telling where the ravines connected to each other.
Jiang He studied it carefully and noticed that there was a path at the bottom of the gully.
The road wasn't wide. It opened diagonally from the edges of the ravines on both sides, and finally connected at the bottom of the ravine.
Cars couldn't pass through this kind of road at all. Only motorcycles could pass through. It was left behind by people who used to herd sheep in the mountains. Moreover, once there was a rainstorm, this kind of small road would be washed away by the flood and needed to be repaired frequently.
Fortunately, it was originally a dirt road. Even if it was broken, a shovel and some soil could be used to fill it up. It was not too troublesome.
Jiang He could cross the forty-meter gully with a single leap, not to mention that he could fly. Still, he walked along the little earthen dragon, and could not help sighing in awe, "The villagers living in the mountains sure have it tough … but hard work pays off."
He remembered that Li Fei had vaguely mentioned that the farmers who herded sheep on Dong Mountain were all landlords. Each household had at least 200 to 300 sheep and at most a thousand. Not to mention selling sheep, just the wool and cashmere they produced each year could be sold for hundreds of thousands.
Coming to the other side of the ravine, one could be considered to have officially entered Dong Mountain.
On the outskirts of Dong Mountain, Jiang He saw some dilapidated farmhouses and cave dwellings, some of which even had small solar panels that were not taken away.
Here, Jiang He ran into three weak rank-one Ferals.
"Whatever, I'll leave them alive for now. Otherwise, I'll scare the Graywolf King away before I even see it if I kill my way over …"
Jiang He thought.
He darted forward, withdrawing his aura and using his powerful spirit to scout the path, avoiding every Feral up ahead.
Suddenly, Jiang He's gaze narrowed as he climbed over another hill, and he stopped.
He looked up ahead.
Several mountains in front of them had been razed to the ground and turned into ruins. Even the soil had been scorched black.
"This … must be where the bomb exploded, didn't it?"
Jiang He thought.
Even now, Jiang He had no idea what the bomb was. The only thing he was sure of was that it was incredibly powerful, and he could feel the earth quaking even from over three hundred miles away, just as he could see the mushroom cloud rising into the air.
If he was at the center of the explosion, he would probably …
Be blown up badly!
"The military must have fired the missile to intimidate the Graywolf King, not to kill it. After all, there is a process for any missile to be fired, and how sharp is a Feral King's senses? Moreover, a bomb of such yield would hardly kill a Feral King once I'm away from the center of the explosion. "
Jiang He shook his head and sighed.
If Feral Kings could really be killed by bombs, Earth would not be in such a state right now.
"I forgot to ask since I came here in a hurry … where is the Graywolf King's lair?"
"Mount Dadong stretches over five to six hundred miles. I can't search every inch of it, can I?"
Jiang He continued forward, wondering if he should create a commotion to see if he could draw the Graywolf King to him on its own … but in the instant he whipped out the pea bomb, his face twitched.
His psychic power radiated out, and behind another mountain two kilometers away, he discovered …
A group of people!
…
"Sentinel of the Left, Second Elder, is that Jiang He really that impressive?"
"Gasp!"
"A rank-seven killing the Sentinel of the Left who had perfected the Boundary of Wills? That's impossible, isn't it? "
"Sentinel of the Left, why don't we kill Jiang He after we leave the heritage site?"
Under the moonlight, a group of people were streaking through the mountains.
There were fourteen of them.
Four of them were rank-nines.
Ten of them were rank-eights.
Jiang He observed with his spirit for a while, and quickly identified them —
"Sky Demon Cultists?"
Jiang He was a little surprised, but delight soon appeared on his face!
He and the Sky Demon Cultists were really fated … he had come to Mount Dadong out of boredom in the middle of the night, and he actually ran into them?
But why would the Sky Demon Cultists come to Mount Dadong?
Moreover, none of them were weak, and Jiang He could tell from their conversation that the strongest among them was the Sentinel of the Left, who had perfected the Boundary of Wills and would not lose out to the Sentinel of the Right whom Jiang He had killed before.
Aside from the Sentinel of the Left, there were three rank-nines, three Holy Children, and seven rank-eight Grands — the Second Elder, Fourth Elder, and Fifth Elder.
"Heritage site?"
"Did that Sky Demon Cultist mention the heritage site?"
"Could the Sky Demon Cultists have reached an agreement with the Graywolf King to jointly open the heritage site at Mount Dadong?"
"Hold on … Fourth Elder?"
"I've already killed the Sky Demon Cult's Senior Elder, Third Elder, Fourth Elder, and Sixth Elder, which is why it's normal for Second Elder and Fifth Elder to appear. But what the hell is with Fourth Elder popping out of nowhere?"
Jiang He thought then.
He was quietly tailing behind the Sky Demon Cultists. With his current ability, the group naturally would not notice him even if they were two kilometers away.
He focused his spiritual power on the "Fourth Elder".
He was burly, standing at 1.9 meters and very muscular. Most importantly, his qi and blood were extremely concentrated … he must have cultivated a powerful physique refinement technique.
He was bald, and in his hand was a two-meter-long alloy rod that was as thick as an arm.
While the fourteen Sky Demon Cultists hurried on with their journey in peace, the big baldy was the only one who kept asking questions along the way, leaving the Sentinel of the Left a little irritated.
The big baldy seemed to notice that as well, and after flashing an awkward but polite smile, he slowed down a little and deliberately stayed behind.
The Fifth Elder arrived beside the big baldy then and spoke to him through Secret Acoustics, "Don't mind him, Fourth Elder. The Sentinel of the Left has always been like that."
"You're being too serious, Fifth Elder. Would I mind?"
The big baldy replied through Secret Acoustics as well. "The Sentinel of the Left is an elite who has perfected the Boundary of Wills, and he would immediately reach divine-tier if he entered the Holy Lake … by the way, Fifth Elder, you said that the Sentinel of the Left would ascend divine-tier if he entered the Holy Lake, but why didn't he? Isn't it nice for him to become stronger? "
"Is there really a heritage site at Mount Dadong, Fifth Elder?"
"Have you entered the heritage site, Fifth Elder?"
"Fifth Elder … I heard that there's a Feral King on Mount Dadong. It wouldn't attack us, would it?"
"Fifth Elder, I've heard that some heritage sites limit the number of people who can enter and their cultivation. Would the heritage site at Mount Dadong stop us from entering?"
"Fifth Elder …"
"Shut up!"
Unable to hold it in any longer, the Fifth Elder seethed through clenched teeth. "Fourth Elder, you may be of higher rank than I am, but I'll fight you even if I have to risk punishment from the Cult!"
The others turned a blind eye to it, as if they were used to it.
And yet, none of them noticed that the big baldy had quietly turned on a small electronic device and placed it in the bushes even as he ranted …
A dozen seconds after the Sky Demon Cultists darted away, the small electronic device suddenly beeped and released a faint red light. At the same time …
At the Martial Arts Department (MAD) headquarters in Jingdu City, in a room filled with various computers and instruments.
Someone exclaimed in surprise, "Quick, contact Deputy Zhou. There's a signal!"
"I'm locating it …"
"Xibei … Eh? The signal's gone? "
…
"Eh?"
Jiang He, who had been observing the Sky Demon Cultists with his spirit all along, naturally 'saw' that.
Arriving beside the bushes, he picked up the item that resembled a flash drive, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger as he studied it closely.
"What's that?"
Soon, he squeezed it with his fingertips by reflex …
But …
Crack!
It burst.
(PS: Second update. Recommended work by a gay friend: Letting Go of That Daemon Pet. It's a creative summoning novel with over 1.6 million words. Take a look if you're interested.)
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