On the land of China.
A huge black shadow flitted across the clouds at high speed, and a figure was sitting on top of it at the moment.
"Yuhan has consumed the Longevity Pill. I'm afraid she'll need a few days to completely refine it."
Ye Chen sat on the Nine Eagle Phoenix and looked at the mountains, rivers, and land that were flying past below him. He mumbled, "I might as well use this time to find a place of extreme yin for Lin Tai."
Lin Tai was loyal to him and died for him. He was even willing to become a ghost cultivator to follow him. Since that was the case, how could Ye Chen remain indifferent?
The Nine Eagle Phoenix spoke in human language, "Master, we'll cross the border of China if we go any further south …"
Now that it had stepped into Void Refinement, it was extremely respectful to Ye Chen. It knew very well that if not for Ye Chen, it would probably still be guarding the door for others.
"Eh?"
Ye Chen scanned the ground with his Divine Consciousness and suddenly frowned.
It was because there seemed to be a battle near the border, and there was a faint familiar aura.
"Let's go down and take a look," Ye Chen instructed.
After Ye Chen ordered, the Nine Eagle Luan spread its wings and charged toward the ground. It was like a bolt of lightning descending.
The closer they got, the more intense the aura became. In the end, Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat, "Old ox?!"
…
It was a village less than 50 kilometers away from the border of Myanmar. At that moment, it was filled with the stench of blood and intense flames.
Countless people in uniform set fire everywhere, and there were even many people with dogs searching the mountain behind the village.
At the foot of the mountain, a military car was tightly protected by many armed people.
In the car, a middle-aged man with white skin held binoculars and observed the mountain in the distance, "You must find that brat. If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his corpse.
Even if you have to flatten this mountain! "
"Yes!"
A firm voice sounded from the walkie-talkie.
In the depths of the mountain, there was a natural cave. The light was dim, and only tiny droplets of water fell from the rock wall from time to time.
On the ground, there was a yellow ox lying there. The ox was extremely old, and it seemed to be on the verge of death.
If one took a closer look, they would notice that blood was slowly flowing out of its abdomen.
Standing in front of Yellow Ox was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years of age. The young man's face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his clothes were torn and tattered.
The young man tried to catch the water droplets with his hands as he lowered his head to look at Yellow Ox. "Yellow Ox, are you alright?"
However, Yellow Ox remained motionless, as if it had lost its breath.
The young man's body trembled. He hurriedly squatted down and hugged Yellow Ox. His tears flowed down uncontrollably. "Yellow Ox, you can't die. You can't die."
He had never been so sad before.
The young man's name was Qing Shan, and he was born in a small mountain village near the border of Myanmar in southern Yunnan. His parents died when he was a child, and he was raised by his second uncle's family.
It wasn't that Second Uncle didn't treat him as his own nephew. Instead, he made him do all kinds of farm work, not to mention letting him go to school.
Because of this, Qing Shan had been very sensible since he was young. He had always been meek and submissive. When he was almost an adult, Second Uncle was caught smoking.
From then on, he was the only one left to survive alone. One night, he heard the sound of a cow crying outside his house.
Qing Shan mustered up the courage to open the door, only to find a yellow ox standing outside.
Yellow Ox was very old. Almost all of its teeth had fallen out. It seemed that it had walked a long way, and its hooves were all rubbed with blood.
He would never forget the moment when Yellow Ox saw him. It was as if it had seen an old friend, and it gently nudged him with its pair of horns.
At first, Qing Shan thought that it was a cow that had escaped from the village. However, after asking every household in the village, he found that no cow had ever gone missing.
Moreover, he couldn't drive Yellow Ox away, so he had no choice but to let it stay in his house. The man and the ox depended on each other.
Although Yellow Ox was old, it was very smart and diligent. Every time it planted a crop, it would take the initiative to plow the soil without Qing Shan's permission.
However, just three days ago, a group of Myanmar mercenaries broke into the village. They seemed to be searching for something, and they killed many people.
Qing Shan was the only one who escaped to the back of the mountain on Yellow Ox's back. Finally, he hid in this slightly narrow natural cave.
"Yellow Ox, wake up! Wake up!"
Qing Shan shook Yellow Ox's body violently. He cried, "I promised you that I would take you to the city. You can't die!"
Yellow Ox's body twitched. It seemed that it had regained its consciousness. It opened its eyes and looked at Qing Shan.
"Master …"
This was the first time it had spoken.
However, it was so frightened by Qing Shan that it fell to the ground. Its eyes were full of fear.
"Master, don't be afraid …"
Yellow Ox spoke in a very weak voice, "If I die, just peel off my skin and put it on your body. That will save your life."
"No …"
Qing Shan couldn't care less about his fear. He held the calf's neck tightly and cried, "I won't let you die … I won't let you die …"
At this moment, he didn't know why he was so sad. It was as if the calf in front of him was not a cow, but an old friend who was about to pass away.
"There is a sound in here!"
Suddenly, a cry came from outside. Then, there was the sound of footsteps.
"Oh no, they found us."
Qing Shan's expression changed. He was very scared.
Yellow Ox roared with all its might. It seemed that it wanted to get up and leave with Qing Shan, but to no avail.
It had lived for more than seventy years.
It was old!
In addition, when it was escaping with Qing Shan, it was shot by a bullet. The loss of blood accelerated the end of its life.
Suddenly, a tall and strong man with a dark face walked to the entrance of the cave. He looked at Qing Shan and sneered, "So, you are hiding here!"
"Tell the lord that we have found him!"
He turned around and said. Then, he looked at the man and the calf with a ferocious expression, "Brat, are you going to come out by yourself, or do you want us to come in and catch you?"
Qing Shan's face was pale.
Yellow Ox neighed as if it was unwilling to give up.
The man with a dark face ordered without turning his head, "Send a skinny man to go in and catch that brat for me!"
After he finished speaking, there was no movement behind him. He subconsciously looked back and saw a black-haired young man staring at him with a poker face.
The dozen men he brought with him were all lying on the ground. Their eyes were wide open as if they had experienced some kind of fear before they died.
The man with a dark face was about to take out his gun.
"Ah!"
In the next second, he shrieked as one of his arms exploded. Blood splattered all over his face.
Ignoring the pain, he looked at the black-haired young man in fear. "W-who are you?"
Bang!
Ye Chen stretched out his hand and grabbed it. He exerted force with his arm and directly crushed it.
Qing Shan, who was in the cave, looked terrified after witnessing everything.
He could not understand why the bandits who killed without batting an eye in his eyes would be so weak before this young man before him.
(End of this chapter)
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