Fang Xing ignored Wu Sang 'er's supercilious look and pushed her out of the door to wait. He peed on the Fox Fairy Concubine's jade couch before pulling up his pants and slipping out. He grabbed Wu Sang' er, and under the cover of the green cloud, a stream of light rushed out of Qingqiu Mountain. Along the way, a large number of Explosive Talismans were scattered, falling on the fake mountains, wooden corridors, scripture pavilions, and palaces …
"Bitch, how dare you scheme against me. Consider this a little interest today …"
Fang Xing only stopped when he reached a safe spot. Laughing maliciously, he pinched a spell!
A bit of divine sense triggered the restriction he had placed on the Explosive Talismans.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
As he pinched the spell, countless sparks lit up in the silent Green Hill, extending from Fairy Fox's boudoir to the left mountain pass where Fang Xing and Wu Sang 'er had left. It looked like a fiery dragon, and though its power was limited and it did not destroy much, its momentum was rather astonishing, and the crimson fiery light could be seen from ten miles away …
As Wu Sang 'er stared in shock, Fang Xing pulled her up. "Let's go, those few lines of defense must be slackening now!"
An hour later, Immortal Fox Fairy Concubine rushed over as if her tail was on fire. Looking at the messy Green Hill Mountains and her clansmen who were running around in panic, she gritted her teeth so hard that they creaked. Her almost perfect face was even twitching and twisting, and her beautiful eyes were almost spitting fire. Now that things had come to this, she finally felt a hint of regret in her heart.
"How could there be such a bastard in this world?"
She hurriedly entered the treasure vault of her boudoir and looked around. She even sounded a little flustered and exasperated. She sat down on the jade couch, and her heart was trembling with anger. Although there was no evidence, her intuition told her that the rogue cultivator of the Human Clan did it. She really didn't expect that he would really do it after she slandered him for stealing her immortal essence and treasures and used it as an excuse to arrest him …
The rage in her heart was so exuberant that Immortal Fox Fairy did not think much about it and barked out a command, "Search. Dispatch all available manpower from the Green Hill Foxes. That fellow must be found, especially the few passageways leading to Mount Fusang. He must be found no matter what, and I will tear him into pieces …"
Halfway through her orders, she suddenly sensed something amiss and looked at the jade couch, before a shriek echoed.
"… I'll tear him to pieces …"
Outside the Pavilion of Hidden Fragrance, Elder Green Vine and the others looked at each other, thinking, How many years has it been since Princess Fairy Fairy lost her composure like this?
Meanwhile, three hundred miles away from Green Hill, Wu Sang 'er was also looking anxiously at Fang Xing from a certain great banyan tree in a wild mountain, saying, "Come back to Mount Fusang with me now. We've stirred up quite a bit this time, I wonder how angry sister Fairy Fairy will be. Even if she has no evidence, she'll be able to guess that you did it. We can't count on her to save cousin, we …"
Fang Xing stuffed his ears with his fingers. "Can you leave me alone for a moment?"
Wu Sang 'er was furious. "Why can't I leave you alone? I didn't even say a word in Green Hill just now …"
Fang Xing said, "Forget it. You were so scared that you were tongue-tied!"
Wu Sang 'er could not hold back her anger. Hands on her hips, she glared at Fang Xing, wanting to destroy him with her gaze.
Fang Xing was not afraid of her gaze. He controlled the Moon Riding Ruyi with his divine thoughts and traversed through the void, reflecting the arrangements of the people in the void outside into his mind. It was equivalent to him walking one round in the void, observing the defense of the people around him. He saw that after the explosion of Green Hill, the people of the Fox Clan stationed at the major intersections had indeed been mobilized, and there were gaps in the transformation.
This was to be expected. No matter how smart the Fox Fairy Fairy was, it was impossible for her to stay still after such a major incident had happened. And what Fang Xing was waiting for was the gap between their changes. With Yue Ruyi watching from the skies, he could seize every opportunity. Seeing that the people in the southwest sky were weaker, he immediately pulled Wu Sang 'er and turned into a stream of light to escape.
Wu Sang 'er did not know that he had Yue Ruyi watching over the Fox demon soldiers and generals. She saw him leave as he pleased, as if he was playing with his life, but she was scared out of her wits, allowing Fang Xing to pull her away. Her behavior made Fang Xing look down on her, thinking that this little crow was much worse than her cousin. Her mental fortitude was too lacking, and she would not be able to do anything big.
They sped all the way to Mount Fusang, three thousand miles away. As they got closer to the clan grounds, Wu Sang 'er finally relaxed slightly.
Mount Fusang, the home of the Golden Crow Clan, was the closest spirit mountain to the Sunset Desert. There were many red rocks in the mountains, and many spirit herbs that were resistant to heat and drought grew there. Deep in the mountains, there was a large expanse of ancient buildings, symbolizing the clan's former glory. After all, they had once produced a Golden Immortal's Demonic Vein, but it was a pity that they were no longer in power, and had fallen to the extreme.
In the demon race, if one wanted to determine the strength of a clan, they would first have to see if there were any mighty figures in the clan, and then how many elders there were in the demon court who spoke for their own people, as well as how many Demonic Veins there were.
Take Qingqiu Mountain for example. Although it was only the Fox Fairy, who was at mid-Golden-Energy-tier who was gradually gaining power there, there were two Yuanying mighty figures in the clan, and it was said that there was a certain Patriarch who had touched the threshold of retribution who was in seclusion in some mysterious zone. Among the ten Great Elders of the demon court, two were from Qingqiu Mountain, and there was no telling how many Demonic Veins there were that sought survival around Qingqiu Mountain.
When all these powers were added together, it was a transcendent power that no one should underestimate.
The one with the highest cultivation in the Golden Crow Clan was the late Golden-Energy-tier clan leader, who was also the third uncle of the Great Golden Crow. There were few Demonic Veins, and none of the ten Great Elders of the demon court came from Mount Fusang. This meant that the Golden Crow Clan had the title of one of the Eight Ancient Daemons, but had no right to speak when it came to matters that concerned the fate of the demon race. It was no wonder that they were coveted by others.
Fang Xing even felt that it was strange that the Golden Crow Clan had not been exterminated in a place where the strong preyed on the weak among the demon race.
Along the way, Fang Xing had a general understanding of the situation of the Golden Crow Clan after many questions. During this period, it was thanks to Wu Sang 'er's habit of being a chatterbox that he could answer every question, easily spilling all kinds of information to his heart's content.
When they arrived at the mountain gate of Mount Fusang, Wu Sang 'er pulled Fang Xing like a thief and flew stealthily inside. But just as they were about to fly in, they suddenly heard a muffled sound from below. Wu Sang' er's expression changed dramatically. He pulled Fang Xing down with a bitter smile and bowed to a black-purple dragon root on the cliff. "Uncle Gen, I'm back!"
The black-purple dragon root trembled a few times, then gradually grew and turned into a purple-robed old man with a cane in his hand. He was hunched, not even reaching Fang Xing's waist. His eyebrows were longer than his beard and thick, almost covering his entire face. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wu Sang 'er and Fang Xing with his blurry old eyes. "You're back?"
"So it's an old tree demon …"
Fang Xing murmured in his heart. He could see that this old man's original appearance was that of an ancient wood spirit. However, his original body had already been destroyed, leaving behind only a broken root. Moreover, he didn't seem to have much life force left. It could be said that he was at death's door, so Fang Xing couldn't tell his cultivation level.
"You're back, this is my cousin's friend … a human!"
Wu Sang 'er whispered into the old tree demon's ear. It seemed that this old man's ears were not very good.
"Oh … your Taoist companion? … a human? … a different breed … "
The Old Tree Demon glanced at Fang Xing and shouted in a weak voice.
Fang Xing and Wu Sang 'er's faces darkened at the same time, thinking that this old tree demon's ears were a little too deaf …
"Not my Taoist companion, my cousin's friend …"
Wu Sang'er had no choice but to repeat himself.
"Oh … your cousin's Taoist companion … that's even more wrong … the Yin and Yang are all messed up …"
The old man was dumbfounded, and the way he looked at Fang Xing was a little strange.
"Hey, this old b * stard, he's already so old, why is he messing with a Taoist companion?"
Fang Xing was speechless, and he laughed.
He had lowered his voice, but he did not expect the old man to understand. He raised his walking stick with a swoosh, rushed over with small steps, and hit him with the walking stick. "Little b * stard, how dare you scold me …"
"F * ck, old man, are you looking for trouble?"
Fang Xing was furious. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to give him a kick, but he was afraid that he would kick him to death, so he accidentally took two hits.
"Hey … don't hit me, don't hit me … Brother Fang, run, Uncle Gen likes to fight when he's angry …"
Wu Sang 'er rushed over and protected Fang Xing like an eagle catching a chick.
Fang Xing was also speechless. He jumped into the air and sat on the cloud, sulking.
This old tree spirit was too infuriating. He could not hear other words, but he heard every single one of them scolding him. Once provoked, he would get angry, and once provoked, he would risk his life. He raised his walking stick high and hit his own waist, not afraid that he would sprain his old waist.
In the end, Wu Sang 'er did not stop the old tree spirit. He jumped up and hit Fang Xing with his walking stick. Wu Sang' er was afraid that he would fall off the cliff and die, so she dragged Fang Xing back to the clan's land. On the way, she explained to Fang Xing that he was an old man who had a very close relationship with the Golden Crow Tribe. He had lived for many years, and he seemed to have moved from the Nan Zhan Bu Zhou with them to the Northern Alliance. He had been guarding the gate for the Golden Crow Tribe for three thousand years, maybe even longer.
Although his cultivation was not high and his strength was weak, he was very experienced. Even the chief had to bow to him.
Of course, he had to bow. If he angered the old man, he would even dare to hit the chief's waist.
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