After traveling through the miasma for three days, Yang Jian sneakily flew out of the Xuan Yuan Tomb and landed among the rocks on a barren mountain. Together with the 'birds' that looked like him, he pecked at some poisonous insects.
The bird he had transformed into was called a 'poisonous sparrow'. It was the most widely distributed poisonous bird in the North Continent, just like a sparrow in the mortal world.
Like migratory birds, poisonous sparrows would fly south during breeding season because the hatchlings that had just hatched could not withstand the poison of the miasma.
Then, these hatchlings would be fed to some poisonous insects in the North Continent by the male bird, gradually accumulating poison in their bodies. When the hatchlings turned into poisonous birds with grayish-green feathers, they would return to live in the North Continent.
This kind of bird had no medicinal value, and its whole body was poisonous. Mortals would die if they touched it, and immortals would be injured if they were pecked. Therefore, most cultivators and demons would avoid it and would not take the initiative to provoke it.
Yang Jian successfully blended into this flock of poisonous sparrows without any flaws. If one did not know in advance that this was his transformation, one would not be able to see anything strange at all.
Quietly observing the Xuan Yuan Tomb in the distance, Yang Jian did not even use his Divine Light and just observed on the barren mountain for more than half a month, afraid that he would alert the enemy.
Patience was also a kind of strength.
At first glance, the Xuan Yuan Tomb was protected by a power of merit. The Yang side emitted a warm Dao Rune, but the underground was cold and piercingly cold, with poisonous gas spreading wildly.
The only entrance to the Xuan Yuan Tomb was guarded by two old demons of the Heaven Immortal Realm, like two fierce door gods.
However, Yang Jian saw some clues and knew that the two old demons of the Heaven Immortal Realm were just 'bait' to lure him, and there were at least a dozen Daira Gold Demons hidden inside.
The traces of the mighty figures that he had seen with his Divine Eyes before were not captured in the past half a month, but Yang Jian firmly believed that they were still lying in ambush in the Xuan Yuan Tomb and had not left.
"Caw, caw!"
A somewhat unpleasant cry once again disrupted Yang Jian's thoughts.
Yang Jian looked up and saw a female bird that was twice his size standing in front of him, pointing at his back arrogantly.
What did that mean?
Yang Jian muttered in his heart. Did she want him to ride on her?
Uh, there are a lot of indescribable things here.
Yang Jian opened its beak. "Chirp chirp!"
The female bird was furious. Both of her wings exploded, and greyish-green feathers flew in all directions. A bit of poisonous gas wreaked havoc.
This female bird already had some intelligence.
Yang Jian curled his beak and glanced in the direction of the Xuanyuan Tomb. Knowing that even the slightest movement here might be under the demons' surveillance, he flapped his wings and flew to the side.
Seeing this, the female bird kept squawking and flapping her wings as she chased after Yang Jian, looking like she was going to use force on him.
This chase and escape actually gave Yang Jian a chance to escape temporarily.
An hour later, Yang Jian finally shook off the female bird and looked at the entrance of the Xuan Yuan Tomb from another direction.
He already had a plan on how to sneak in. All he needed to do was to wait for an opportunity.
When a demon came out, it would be best if it was a Golden Immortal demon. In that case, it would be much easier to "hang" on the other party or kill and replace it.
He had been delayed for nearly a month, and he hadn't even entered the Xuanyuan Tomb. It would be a lie to say that Yang Jian wasn't anxious. After all, the tribulation clouds in the South Continent were constantly surging, and he still had many plans to carry out.
Yang Jian gave himself a deadline of two months. If there was no result, he would turn around and leave without staying any longer.
The Xuanyuan Tomb was an arrangement left by a Saint. How could the secret treasures in it be so easily obtained? With the help of Emperor Huang Xuanyuan, Yang Jian already knew all the secret places and the way to obtain all kinds of treasures. He could actually get them sooner or later.
The difference was when his strength would increase. It would be best if he could get them sooner.
After waiting for another half a month, Yang Jian didn't panic. He seemed to have regarded himself as an ordinary poisonous sparrow, trying to avoid the female bird's pursuit every day.
His charm was unparalleled.
Finally, the opportunity Yang Jian was looking for came …
One midnight, three figures left the Xuanyuan Tomb and headed southwest. Their demonic aura fluctuated, and they seemed to be Golden Immortal demons.
Yang Jian immediately locked on to the three demons. He flapped his little wings hard and quietly followed them in the miasma.
After flying for a short while, he heard a boorish man complain in a low voice, "Where can we find virgin blood in this damn place?"
"The commander feels uncomfortable without drinking human blood for a day, let alone holding it in for so many days. Let's go back as soon as we get it. If we meet anyone, we'll call ourselves the little demons of the Xuanyuan Tomb. Don't give ourselves away. "
"Okay … Shall we go out of the North Continent to look?"
"Actually, we don't have to get virgin blood. We can capture any woman and bring them back. The commander shouldn't blame us."
The three demons discussed for a while and then fell silent.
Yang Jian wondered if these three demons were pawns who deliberately lured him out.
But when he looked at the Xuanyuan Tomb with his divine sense, he didn't find anything strange.
He continued to follow them. After all, he had plenty of opportunities. There was no need to rush.
The land of the North Continent was different from other places, but it was not lifeless. This place was shrouded in miasma all year round, and some highly poisonous creatures lived there. There were also some strange flowers, insects, and trees that survived tenaciously under the miasma.
Many of these strange flowers and fruits were precious herbs and materials. Many cultivators with high cultivation levels or with antidote treasures would enter this place to search for precious herbs and poisonous creatures for their own use.
For example, the Wu people who lived in seclusion in the North Continent would use the unique poisonous creatures and herbs of the North Continent in exchange for the 'non-poisonous' Earth Qi of the Half Wu people to barely maintain the survival of the clan.
On a stretch of mountains in the southwest of the North Continent, a few streams of light flew on clouds along the contours of the mountains, but they did not fly too fast.
There were three men and two women on the clouds. All of them were dressed similarly. The men wore green robes with jade belts around their waists and green boots on their feet. Each of them carried a sword on their back.
The two women also carried swords on their backs. They were dressed in green robes and short boots embroidered with blue flowers. One of the women looked heroic and had the highest cultivation level among the five of them.
She was already at the Heaven Immortal Realm. She stood in front of the other woman like she was protecting her child, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the view of her three senior brothers and junior brothers.
Why was that so?
There was no other reason than the fact that the woman behind her was simply too beautiful.
This junior sister from the immortal sect was tall and slender. She looked even more delicate and pretty when she wore a simple Dao hoop.
Her lips were cherry, her eyes were like ripples, her nose was exquisite, and her teeth were white. Her eyes were mesmerizing.
She only stood there, but it made one want to stare at her flawless features without blinking. At the same time, one could not help but want to bully her. They wanted to see how charming she looked when she threw a tantrum.
However, she was too delicate. It was as if she would disappear with the wind at any time. She always gave people the illusion that she was the softest thing in the world.
"Junior Sister Qingling, do you have enough miasma-repelling pills?" a senior brother asked with a smile.
The junior sister from the immortal sect immediately said in a low voice, "It's enough. Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."
The heroic-looking woman in front of her rolled her eyes, but she endured it and did not flare up.
"Junior Sister Qingling, we are here for the experiential learning. Since it's an experiential learning, there will inevitably be danger," the senior brother said warmly. "If you really encounter danger, just hide behind me. You don't have to worry." Senior Brother Su said in a warm voice, his words revealing extreme confidence.
Fortunately, the other male disciple was rather steady. Just like the heroic woman in the Heaven Immortal Realm, he was slightly annoyed by these two senior brothers who were just minor characters.
The woman called 'Qingling' looked somewhat helpless. She just lowered her head quietly and injected her immortal power into the white cloud beneath her feet to share some of the pressure from her senior sister.
The so-called experiential learning was to let disciples enter dangerous situations to explore and experience their own Dao on the edge of life and death.
The goal of the five of them for this experiential learning was to find a bunch of herbs at the edge of the North Continent and bring them back for the elders of the sect to heal.
However, they found nothing after searching the area where they could find the herbs. The male immortal who had spoken previously suggested to search deeper into the North Continent. Only then did they break through the edge of the North Continent.
With the Miasma-Repelling Pill given by the sect, they only needed to calculate their return route and they would be able to escape unscathed.
However, coincidentally today …
"Hahahaha! It's really a case of wearing out iron shoes in fruitless searching, only to find it by chance. "
A mocking voice sounded in front of them. The five disciples of the immortal sect became vigilant at the same time. They looked up and saw a middle-aged scholar standing in the sky in front of them. The demonic aura around his body dispersed the poisonous miasma.
The heroic-looking woman's expression also changed at that moment. She said in a low voice, "Demon King! Let's go! "
Demon King?
Isn't that the immortal Daoist of the Golden Immortal Sect?
The expressions of the three male cultivators changed. They turned around and were about to escape. However, just as they turned around, two auras appeared on their left and right at the same time …
There were three Demon Kings!
The five disciples of the immortal sect felt their hands and feet turn cold. At that moment, the delicate junior sister was more composed and was already thinking of a way to escape.
Yang Jian, who was hiding in the dark, smiled bitterly.
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