"Are you in a better mood, my king?" Yin Qing smiled.
"I'm in a better mood, but isn't my luck a little too 'good'?" Li Qingshan glanced at Yin Qing. Her beautiful eyes were smiling, diluting her frigid murderousness, which made her seem more and more feminine.
"Actually, this isn't a coincidence. Regular Asura Commanders are determined for battle, and they're completely unwilling to leave the Asura realm. Only people who wield heavy weapons like that can't react in time and get sucked into the Asura Field. Even if it's not a spiked club, it'll be something like a huge hammer. When the power of the Asura Field becomes stronger, there will be other weapons. But for an assassin like me, don't even think about it. "
Yin Qing placed a hand on her waist as if she was not just showing off her identity as an assassin, but her impressive figure as well. She was not shy at all.
"I see. You can say that I'm quite lucky …" Li Qingshan smiled. He sensed Little Ann's gaze beside him and coughed gently, concealing his expression. "That's strange. The Bone Eating Shaman King should have received the news already, so why hasn't he come to avenge his clansmen? Don't tell me he's in secluded cultivation? "
The battle had basically wiped out all the Bone Eating shaman tribes in the Mist province. A hundred thousand Bone Eating shamans had died, so it was impossible to keep the news under wraps. He had ordered the ten cave masters to act in secret to earn more time to refine the Asura Field. Now that another month had passed, the news should have spread a long time ago.
The ten cave masters had basically traversed the entire Mist province, fighting several hundred Bone Eating tribes, so it was impossible for them to leave no traces at all. The Bone Eating Shaman King only needed to investigate a little, and he could track them down very easily and find Savage mountain.
Li Qingshan was already prepared. When the Bone Eating Shaman King attacked Savage mountain, he would use the formations to deplete his strength before launching a sudden attack and trapping him in the Asura Field. Then he would work with the Myriad Poison Ancestor, Little Ann, and Yin Qing to surround and kill him, and then he could take over Bone Eating city.
After completing all of this, the Asura Field would definitely become even stronger, which would be beneficial to his cultivation of the Tiger Demon Transformation. It was even possible for him to break through to the fifth layer of the tiger demon during the intense battle. The plan could not be described as flawless, but it could be regarded as well-connected. However, even now, there had been no news at all, so he could not help but find it strange.
Little Ann said, "It doesn't matter. If he doesn't come, we'll lure him here."
In the eastern part of the Mist province, there was a majestic city. The stone buildings of varying heights were covered in creepers, which displayed different colours as the seasons changed. Although it was not as exquisite and refined as the ones in the prefectural city of Clear River, it had its own unique flavour.
The spiritual energy in the city was dense, even more so than on Savage Mountain. It was actually a rare blessed land. A majestic divine hall sat on a tall hill at the center of the city. It was the core of the blessed land, and it was even better than the Octoterra Hall on Savage Mountain. The tens of thousands of trees outside the city had been cut down, and the miasma had been expelled as well. The land had been opened up into rolling fields that were full of vitality.
When the sun set in the west, a long horn sounded in the temple. The farmers returned to the city in groups. The sunset dyed the fields of the city bright red. The temple looked even more magnificent and noble, peaceful and peaceful.
When a farmer passed through the city gates, he gazed up at the top of the city gates. Four large words were carved deeply in ancient letters — Bone Eating City.
There were a million people in the city, but only a hundredth of them were Bone Eating shamans. The rest were all mortals, or in other words, "vegetables".
The men were ordered to farm day after day. Because the spiritual energy in the blessed land was dense and there was plenty of food, every single one of them was strong and healthy. Weak, crippled infants became food as soon as they were born, but only Bone Eating shamans with relatively higher status had the right to enjoy them. Regular Bone Eating shamans could only wait until the men's bodies weakened and they lost the ability to work before they could feast on them.
However, the women did not have to farm. They only had a single job, which was to give birth. They gave birth one after another until they lost the ability to give birth and also became food.
Just like that, they reproduced generation after generation. A few lucky ones would be nurtured into Bone Eating shamans, while most of the others would become so-called "vegetables", giving birth to even more Bone Eating shamans or vegetables.
This was the holy land of Bone Eating shamans. There was no need for them to hunt arduously or fight against the various shamans, and they could obtain sufficient food. However, even with a population of a million, raising a hundredth of Bone Eating shamans was already the limit. And, the number of vegetables was limited by the size of the land, so it was impossible for them to expand any further.
As a result, a group of Bone Eating shamans would be exiled every few years, turning into Bone Eating tribes and scattering across the entire Mist province. Among these tribes, if they reached a certain level of cultivation or demonstrated extremely great talent, they would have the opportunity to return to Bone Eating city. There was an endless stream of pilgrims.
But recently, the pilgrims had suddenly vanished. The city was rife with discussion. The Bone Eating Shaman King sent people to investigate, but they had yet to find anything.
"Just who is it? Who's bold enough to hunt down my clansmen so wantonly? "
A furious voice rang out in the Bone Eating divine hall, shattering the silence of dusk and ringing through the entire city. Whether it was Bone Eating shamans or mortals, they all knelt in the direction of the divine hall, as silent as cicadas in winter. The noisy city suddenly fell silent.
At the very top of the Bone Eating divine hall was a stone wall around three hundred meters tall. It was painted with a life-like totem of Qiongqi, overlooking the entire city.
In front of the totem wall, a middle-aged man stood on the tall steps, waving his black scepter around. His face was filled with fury. He wore long robes with a dark black base and dark-red edges, which made him seem like a dignified king.
However, the single horn on his forehead, the wings on his back, and the terrifying aura that rushed into the clouds all demonstrated his identity — the Bone Eating Shaman King.
"Shaman King, according to the results of divination, the enemy comes from the south."
The great shaman priest stood below the steps, raising her head and reporting with a sharp, hoarse voice. She resembled an old woman, her back bent beyond recognition, only the height of a ten-year-old child. She wore a black crown of feathers on her head and wore ragged, colourful shaman robes.
"The south? Don't tell me it's the Myriad Poison cult? "The dark-red wings on the Bone Eating Shaman King's back flapped furiously.
"No, Shaman King, it's not the Myriad Poison cult. It's the cave masters of Savage mountain," said the great shaman priest.
"Savage mountain? Just them? Why would they do something like that? "
The Bone Eating Shaman King frowned. Only then did he remember what kind of place that was. Savage mountain was only a second-rate organisation in the Mist province, a motley crew. If they had only destroyed a few Bone Eating tribes, then it would be nothing. He actually did not care too much about the fate of the Bone Eating tribes outside. However, an extermination operation like that was completely different. They were clearly going to become mortal enemies, so where did they find the courage to do so?
So be it if it was just weaker tribes, but the stronger tribes all had second heavenly tribulation Bone Eating chieftains or shaman priests. They possessed a geographical advantage, so how could they fall so easily?
"Savage mountain is no longer the Savage mountain of the past. Now, it's occupied by a White Hawk commander called Li Qingshan. He used the Blood Oath Scroll to control ten demonic cultivators and ten cave masters. He calls himself the King of Savages and contends against the Myriad Poison cult," said the great shaman priest.
"The King of Savages! He's undergone the third heavenly tribulation, so how can he be a White Hawk commander? "
Bone Eating city was several tens of thousand kilometers away from the south. The Bone Eating Shaman King had always been cultivating in the city, so he knew very little about Li Qingshan.
"No, he's only at the second heavenly tribulation, but he's very powerful. Even the Myriad Poison cult suffered a great loss against him. Most of their disciples died, and even the Myriad Poison Ancestor couldn't do anything to him. As for why he did that, I have no idea." A sliver of worry appeared in the great shaman priest's eyes.
"Savage mountain? Very good! Li Qingshan, very good! I'll make them pay the price. I'll make them noobs in the city for the rest of their lives. I'll cut off a piece of their flesh every day and eat it. It'll definitely help my cultivation reach a new level! "
The Bone Eating Shaman King's mouth was filled with sharp fangs. He unfurled his wings and kicked up a fierce gust of wind. He was about to fly thousands of kilometers away and capture Li Qingshan and the others so that he could drink with him.
This was not recklessness. Instead, it originated from the Shaman King's confidence. As long as he understood the enemy's location, without an opponent on the same level, whatever geniuses, whatever arcane treasures, were all useless. However, unbeknownst to him, the Myriad Poison Ancestor was going to attack Savage mountain with the same confidence.
"Shaman King, please wait. Li Qingshan's master is the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga of the Green province. His master is a Monk King, and there's a woman with him too. She's also a disciple of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga."
"Hmph, the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga! Are they bold enough to come to the Mist province? Even the Myriad Poison Ancestor isn't afraid, so why would I be? "
The three great sects of the Green province possessed tremendous strength, and the Bone Eating Shaman King had heard of their name a long time ago. The four guardian kings of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga were renowned throughout the world, but with the hostile relationship between the two provinces, there was no need for them to worry too much.
The Myriad Poison Ancestor thought the same too.
The great shaman priest was not bold enough to say that the Myriad Poison Ancestor had suffered so much, yet he still failed to take down Savage mountain. "Before we go to battle, we should offer sacrifices to great god Qiongqi and divine."
With that, the Bone Eating Shaman King's fury subsided a lot. He found the great shaman priest's words to be reasonable. This entire matter was filled with oddities. Let alone everything else, just grasping the location of every single Bone Eating tribe was unbelievable.
There were large and small Bone Eating tribes. They were not like regular tribes, living in the same place for generations. Instead, they constantly moved around in search of even more "food".
A White Hawk commander from the Green province had actually grasped the location of every single Bone Eating tribe so precisely before launching an attack with lightning speed. That was far beyond his abilities.
And, there was a great question. Just why was he doing this? Just what kind of benefits, or in other words, what made him bold enough to act so fearlessly?
If it were for forging artifacts, wouldn't it be much easier to find a hundred thousand mortals? Bone Eating shamans focused on tempering their bodies. Apart from an extremely small number of them who had undergone heavenly tribulations, the souls of regular Bone Eating shamans were not much stronger than mortals.
Could it be that there was a deeper conspiracy behind this? The world was becoming more and more turbulent right now. At a time like this, why did two genius disciples of the Chan Monastery of Deva-Nāga come to the south despite the tremendous risk instead of cultivating in the Green province obediently?
Now that he calmed down and thought about it like that, it really was full of mysteries. He could not afford to be careless.
"Alright, up to you then. I will definitely get revenge for this!" said the Bone Eating Shaman King. He was not acting on impulse, but a king had his dignity as a king.
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