Chapter 66

Jining instantly darted out over a mile, grabbing the leader with the black beard, which immediately frightened the other high-ranking members of the Firewing Tribe. They all dismounted their steeds and knelt down in fear, shouting, "Young Master Jining, spare our lives!" "Young Master Jining, calm down!" "Young Master, please calm down!"

Seeing the high-ranking members kneel, the tribal warriors who were not hit by the wave naturally followed suit. As the wave disappeared, the warriors who had been knocked down by the impact also knelt in fear.

For a moment, a vast sea of kneeling people spread out, with only Jining holding the black-bearded man.

"Slap." Jining casually threw the black-bearded man, causing him to roll on the ground twice.

"Young Master Jining." The black-bearded man trembled.

"Do you not recognize me?" Jining looked at him.

The black-bearded man shook his head, "No, no, I have long heard of Young Master Jining's great name."

"Then why did you order the attack?" Jining frowned.

"I, I..." The black-bearded man was at a loss for words, which made Jining even more puzzled. The leader clearly knew his name and was afraid of him, so why did he dare to give the order just now?

Jining shouted, "I ask you, why did you attack the Black Tooth Tribe?"

The black-bearded man hesitated.

One of the other high-ranking members of the tribe immediately said, "Young Master Jining, the Black Tooth Tribe is just a small tribe. Our Firewing Tribe had no intention of attacking! But the chief insisted on it. For a small tribe, we didn't oppose him."

"It was the chief's decision alone."

"We all opposed it."

"Half a month ago, the chief, despite our opposition, forcibly led the warriors of the tribe to wipe out another small tribe of only a few hundred people. He sold the men, women, and children of that tribe as slaves to his friend, Zihao! Look, the one next to the chief is Zihao, whom the chief trusts very much!" A silver-haired old man in animal skin pointed to the long-haired youth next to Jining.

Whoosh!

The long-haired youth, who had been kneeling, suddenly shot a black light from his sleeve, aiming at Jining, who was just a few steps away.

"Clang!" Jining, wearing animal skin and protected by a magical armor, easily blocked the attack.

"Hmph." Jining looked at the long-haired youth and noticed his face turning black. At this moment, several high-ranking members of the Firewing Tribe, who were kneeling, roared and grabbed the long-haired youth's hands, trying to capture him, "How dare you attack Young Master, you scoundrel."

"Don't touch him!" Jining shouted.

However, the first Firewing Tribe warrior to rush out had already touched the long-haired youth's hand. The blackness from the youth's hand instantly spread to the warrior's right hand.

"Whoosh!" Jining pointed his finger, and a sword light flashed, severing the warrior's right arm.

The long-haired youth collapsed softly on the ground, his skin completely black, and black blood flowed from his seven orifices. The warrior whose hand Jining had severed also had black blood flowing from his severed hand.

"Poison!"

The surrounding members of the Firewing Tribe were shocked and stepped back.

Jining's expression was grave, "What a potent poison."

"Ah." The leader of the Firewing Tribe, the black-bearded man, shouted, pointing at the corpse on the ground, "It's him, it's him! Young Master Jining, everything was because of him. He just blew a puff of smoke at me, and I lost my mind. Although I knew everything, I treated Zihao as my master and obeyed him in my heart. He made me do whatever he wanted, and even if he told me to die, I wouldn't resist. When I heard Young Master's name just now, he made me attack. I clearly didn't dare to offend Young Master, but as soon as he gave the order, I immediately issued the command."

The black-bearded man looked at the corpse on the ground in shock and anger, "It was that puff of smoke."

The high-ranking members of the tribe were stunned and shocked.

"What?" Jining was also surprised.

Some drugs that control people are only possessed by the 'Black Fire Sect' in the entire Yan Mountain region. The Black Fire Sect is famous for the Holy Fire Pill, which makes people loyal to the Black Fire Sect, even to the point of not fearing death. However, the Black Fire Sect has the Holy Fire Pill, not a puff of smoke.

"Anyone who can concoct such a thing must be a powerful shaman or alchemist," Jining thought, then turned to the leader, "Tell me, what did Zihao want from you?"

"Buy slaves!" The black-bearded man said, "He first bought slaves from us twice, over two thousand slaves! Then he controlled me, making me swallow some small tribes and sell all the men, women, and children as slaves to him. He would arrange for people to take them away."

Jining was puzzled, "Why buy so many slaves? Usually, tribes buy slaves as laborers or servants, but feeding so many people is not easy."

"What about his subordinates?" Jining asked, "Didn't you say he sent his subordinates to take the slaves away? With so many men, women, and children, it would be slow to move through the forest. Shouldn't we be able to find their trail?"

"Yes, yes," the black-bearded man nodded, "Ten days ago, his subordinates took the slaves and headed east. Two days ago, our hunting team saw the slave caravan. I estimate they haven't gone far in two days, and we can find them soon."

Jining nodded.

"Mo Wu, Qiuye." Jining turned to look at the distance.

Mo Wu and Qiuye ran over.

"Master." The two looked at Jining.

"I have something to do," Jining said, "First, send a message to the nearest Black Armor Guard outpost and have a hundred Black Armor Guards escort you and Qing Shi to the Winged Snake Lake. My father has arranged for people to build a residence there. You can stay temporarily on the island in the center of the lake."

"Yes." Mo Wu and Qiuye responded.

"As for you," Jining looked at the black-bearded man, "Arrange for two of your hunting team to guide me. I need to find the slave caravan."

"Yes, Master." The black-bearded man responded and then shouted to his subordinates, "Sanda, Kabu, come here."

...

Jining, along with the two guides, rode black sly beasts, traveling day and night to catch up. The slave caravan, however, had to carry hundreds of elderly and children, so their progress was much slower, advancing only about a hundred miles a day.

"Master, there are clear footprints here," a dark-skinned man with a braid said, "The tracks are so clear, they must have passed by less than a day ago. We are about to catch up."

"Um." Jining nodded.

They continued to track the caravan.

Soon, they saw a large group of scattered figures. Men and women were bound together, their hands tied to a tree, forming a line. This way, if one tried to escape, they would pull others along, making it easy for the guards to spot them.

"Quick, quick." The guards, armed with whips and weapons, occasionally lashed out. Children were tied to the steeds, with each steed carrying about ten to eight children, which helped speed up the journey.

The men and women all looked sad and desperate.

Just half a month ago, they were living happily in their tribes with their families, but now they were about to become slaves, taken to an unknown place.

"You two take these three black sly beasts back and have your tribe send them to the Winged Snake Lake," Jining took out two pieces of beast-head gold, "You helped me, so I won't let you down."

"Thank you, Master." The two tribe members were grateful.

Jining nodded and patted the black sly beast he was riding. He had been riding it for a long time and was reluctant to part with it.

"You go ahead." Jining dismounted and began to track the caravan alone, as the caravan moved slowly, and he didn't need to ride the black sly beast.

...

The slave caravan continued to move through the forest. Although they encountered some beasts along the way, the guards were all powerful experts, mostly at the peak of the innate stage, with three of them even at the peak of the divine and demonic body cultivation. They easily killed the beasts.

"Indeed strange," Jining thought, "Buying slaves on a large scale and using drugs to control the tribal leaders to capture more slaves. Even the guards include experts at the peak of the divine and demonic body cultivation."

"Quick!"

"Quick."

"We are almost there." The guards seemed happy.

Jining quietly followed behind. This area was already at the border between the Ji and Tumu clans, and ahead was a continuous mountain range.

The slave caravan was being escorted toward the mountains.

"Enter the mountains." The caravan continued to advance.

Jining, following behind, had just reached the foot of the mountain when the bright summer day suddenly turned dark. The surroundings became pitch black, and only the terrain could be vaguely discerned. Black mist spread around.

The mist was thick, and the atmosphere was eerie.

"Array." Jining immediately understood that he had entered an array.

"Someone is looking for death, hahaha!" A sharp, evil laugh echoed around, "Human child, your flesh must be very delicious. I will eat you bit by bit."

Jining stood still, looking at the endless black mist, able to see only about ten feet ahead. In his hands, two Beiming swords appeared.