Chapter 23

In the depths of the dense forest, intense battles startled flocks of birds, and a slender figure darted and dodged, roaring continuously, colliding madly with a peak-level second-stage Golden-haired Savage Monkey!

Roar!! The Golden-haired Savage Monkey fell into a frenzy, emitting an angry roar. Its sharp fangs gleamed with a cold light as it ran wildly, swinging its two hammer-like fists like a storm, pounding the small creature that had enraged it.

Tang Yan's face was as calm as water, using the surge of spiritual energy to freely perform the Eight Extremes Fist. In this magical world, few people purely trained in close combat, or perhaps they didn't even know what close combat was. The free use of martial skills and spiritual energy was the foundation of their victory. However, Tang Yan always believed that the body was the most terrifying weapon.

This was a direct confrontation with the Golden-haired Savage Monkey, a training of combat skills, a tempering of the body, and a secret exploration of the 'Phantom Spirit' technique's 'Mystic Shadow'!

Boom, boom, boom!! Punches and limbs collided, dust flew, and wood splintered. The two figures, one large and one small, clashed wildly, ruthlessly destroying the ancient trees and rocks in their path.

In the midst of the intense and chaotic battle, Tang Yan was suddenly thrown out, rolling for eight or nine meters before finally stopping.

"Roar!!" The entirely golden Golden-haired Savage Monkey rushed over, its three-meter-tall massive body suddenly standing upright, its tightly clenched golden fists smashing down toward Tang Yan.

Tang Yan's body, which had just stopped, suddenly flipped, his hands pushing off the ground, his taut legs striking the Golden-haired Savage Monkey's muscular chest like lightning.

Clean and decisive! Swift and fierce!

At that moment, his feet were suddenly enveloped in a green flame.

Bang, bang, bang!! Tang Yan leaped up forcefully, his feet crossing and stomping, the wild power immediately sending the Golden-haired Savage Monkey flying, each stomp leaving a burning flame on its chest.

The Golden-haired Savage Monkey tumbled and wildly patted its chest, emitting a savage roar. Its bloodshot eyes, fierce fangs, and massive body looked extremely terrifying.

"I don't have time to play with you!!" Tang Yan leaped up, regardless of its ferocity and terror, swiftly flipping through the air, his iron legs smashing down and his fists swinging wildly, like a fighting machine.

The Golden-haired Savage Monkey, by nature cruel, paid no attention to the green flames on its chest, continuing to clash head-on with Tang Yan. However, as the collisions increased, the green flames spread almost everywhere on its body, burning its flesh and bones, causing intense pain that made it howl and thrash, rolling on the ground and smashing into trees, using every method possible, but the flames did not weaken in the slightest.

It finally realized the danger, but it was too late. Its rage did not alleviate the pain, nor did it stop Tang Yan's attack. With a heavy impact, Tang Yan's blazing iron fist struck the Golden-haired Savage Monkey's head, and under the impetus of spiritual energy, the green flames spread over its entire head.

Roar!! The Golden-haired Savage Monkey let out a piercing wail, like a huge green fireball rampaging through the forest, but it could not stop the flames from consuming it. Plump, it fell into the river in a panic, but the flames still did not extinguish.

After struggling for a full ten minutes, the Golden-haired Savage Monkey crashed to the ground, struggling a few times before falling silent.

The frenzied battle ended there.

Tang Yan did not approach the corpse, hiding quietly as soon as it started struggling. In the depths of the forest, intense battles could attract more beasts, like the one-hour-old hunt of a sharp-toothed porcupine, which almost got him swallowed by a third-stage giant python because he was sitting next to it waiting.

While waiting quietly, two beasts passed by, perhaps sensing the danger of the flames, they only observed from a distance before leaving.

Tang Yan did not relax his vigilance, his gaze constantly scanning the surroundings. He always felt as if there were eyes watching him, a vague feeling that had persisted since dawn, from hunting prey to killing the sharp-toothed porcupine, and now to killing the Golden-haired Savage Monkey.

Could it be those white-robed people? Unlikely! If they had discovered him, why didn't they kill him directly?

His strength was only that of a third-stage martial artist, and he was alone. Was he worth their concern?

If not the white-robed people, who else could it be?

Tang Yan hid, observed, and waited. Due to the Golden-haired Savage Monkey's large size, the green flames took longer to burn.

Twenty minutes later, the green flames slowly extinguished.

Tang Yan cautiously scanned the surroundings again, confirming that no beasts were approaching, and then darted out, preparing to take the spirit source liquid and quickly leave. But just as he landed, he stopped, his serious gaze fixed on an ancient tree across the river, or perhaps the tree's canopy.

There, a black-clad man with a paper figure on his back slowly appeared.

"Is it you?" Tang Yan quickly recognized the man. When he and Tang Ying had killed the white-robed man, they had accidentally encountered this strange man with the paper figure.

Was he the one watching in secret?

The black-clad man's face was as pale as paper, giving off an eerie and cold aura. His emotionless eyes stared straight at Tang Yan.

"You have a heavy taste, liking to peek at men, but I'm sorry, I'm not into that." Tang Yan coldly snorted and walked toward the Golden-haired Savage Monkey's corpse, which had been reduced to a pile of ashes, with a green liquid drop the size of a soybean emitting pure energy.

"What's your name?" The eerie man walked over, his voice as cold as his expression, and what surprised Tang Yan even more was that he walked on the water!

Tang Yan bluffed, "My surname is Liu, Liu San'er."

"Who is your master?"

Tang Yan replied casually, "Sun Wukong!"

"Sun Wukong?" The man, who seemed to be walking slowly, stood there before Tang Yan could reach the spirit source liquid.

Tang Yan wanted to take the spirit source liquid but was somewhat hesitant, "My master can do anything, of course, you barbarians wouldn't know."

The eerie man ignored Tang Yan, picked up the crystal-clear spirit source liquid, and gently twirled it, as if feeling something. "I have a question, answer honestly."

"Can I say something before answering your question?"

"Hmm?"

"Brother, you seem to have taken my stuff! This... is... mine!"

The eerie man's expression was unchanged, "Who gave you the Ghostly Green Fire?"

"What fire?"

"I'll only remind you once, don't be slick. Answer what I ask." The eerie man suddenly emitted a terrifying evil aura.

Tang Yan thought he saw... the paper figure behind him... move...

Ghostly Green Fire? He actually knew Ghostly Green Fire! Tang Yan was unsure what this man wanted, so he didn't tell the truth, "I've never heard of it, and I don't know what it is."

"Hmm?" The eerie man's brows furrowed slightly.

Tang Yan felt a sudden pressure on his chest, as if something had tightly gripped his heart. He grunted and staggered back three or four steps, his eyes flashing with anger, "Bastard, stop showing off in front of me. If you want to kill, just do it. I'm not afraid of you."

"Who gave you the Ghostly Green Fire?" The eerie man asked again.

As his pupils slowly narrowed, Tang Yan felt the pressure on his chest grow heavier, almost suffocating. His gaze flickered, trying to resist but feeling powerless. After a while, his resolve turned to bitterness, and he said dejectedly, "Alright, alright, you win!"

"Speak."

"Are you talking about these?" Tang Yan raised his right hand, and a greenish flame appeared on his fingertips, dancing merrily, "I'm sorry, I want to figure out where they came from too."

"You only cry when you see the coffin!"

"Wait! The truth is, I used to be a nobody, not even a martial artist. Recently, I suddenly fainted, and when I woke up, I had these strange things. It might be hard to believe, but whether you believe it or not, it's the truth." Tang Yan spoke half-truths.

The eerie man looked deeply at Tang Yan but did not explode as expected. Instead, he asked again, "What is your connection to the Dusty Edges Pavilion?"

"What pavilion? Please! Brother! I have no idea what you're talking about. You suddenly appear and ask a series of strange questions, making me very confused, you know?"

At this moment, a thin mist spread from the dense forest ahead, light and gentle, seemingly normal, but the eerie man frowned. Before Tang Yan could ask more, he slowly stepped back and disappeared into the forest before the mist spread.

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