Chapter 12

"Xijiao Zoo"

The illuminated map revealed that it was the Xijiao Zoo!

This made Fang Ling's face twitch.

The Secret Realm of Lashan had already left Fang Ling speechless, and this Xijiao Zoo made him even more speechless.

However, in an instant, he threw these thoughts to the back of his mind. The Secret Realm of Lashan had greatly benefited him, and who knew what this Xijiao Zoo would be like!

With a flash of thought, Fang Ling walked towards the zoo, which seemed to be enveloped by a spatial barrier.

He cautiously poked the barrier with the Jinghong Sword. This poke was very light, and Fang Ling was prepared for his sword to be deflected.

However, to his surprise, the Jinghong Sword did not bounce back. Instead, it silently passed through the barrier of the Xijiao Zoo.

After several more tests to ensure there was no danger, Fang Ling stepped into the Xijiao Zoo.

In his previous life, Fang Ling had never been to this Xijiao Zoo. However, the space in front of him, which covered a thousand acres, had no trace of a zoo at all!

This was a place with mountains and water, covering a thousand acres. The first thing that caught Fang Ling's eye was a mountain peak about a hundred meters high. To the left of the mountain was a lake covering about a hundred acres.

If it weren't for the map's labels of "Monkey Mountain" and "Crocodile Lake," Fang Ling would never have associated this place, with its lush grass and clear water, with a zoo.

Like the Secret Realm of Lashan, there were no paths here. The flat ground was covered with grass more than a foot deep.

"Roar..."

A tiger's roar suddenly came from behind Monkey Mountain. The deafening sound made Fang Ling's heart tremble.

There were actually tigers here!

Although there were living creatures in the Secret Realm of Lashan, Fang Ling had not encountered any powerful beasts. But in this zoo, he actually heard a tiger's roar.

What else was in here besides tigers?

After a moment's thought, Fang Ling followed the route into the zoo. After a few more steps, he felt that although there were fewer spatial rifts and pits that could swallow people compared to the Secret Realm of Lashan, they still existed.

This discovery made Fang Ling even more determined to follow the map.

"Hmm." After walking about a hundred meters, Fang Ling felt something under his foot. He looked down and saw a skull with half its head missing.

A skull? This meant he wasn't the first to come here.

Fang Ling was about to use the Jinghong Sword to lift the skull when he noticed some words carved into the ground next to it, about two fingers deep: "Danger ahead, all Fang family members, retreat immediately..."

The last word "retreat" was only a vertical line, and very shallow, clearly indicating that the person who wrote it had used all their strength.

This person must have been from the Fang family, and they died exploring this place, which should have been a secret realm.

Looking at the half-remaining skull, Fang Ling's thoughts raced, and he used the Jinghong Sword to dig a hole and bury this Fang family elder.

"Xijiao Dust."

When the map showed that Fang Ling had entered the main gate of the zoo, four large characters appeared on a stone stele about three zhang high.

How did this zoo become "Dust"?

Fang Ling didn't understand, and he had no one to ask. What he needed to do now was to explore this "Xijiao Dust."

"Hisss..."

Just as Fang Ling had walked a hundred steps into Xijiao Dust, a hissing sound came from nearby. He looked down and saw countless snakes of various colors forming a colorful sea, surrounding him.

The Snake House!

At this moment, Fang Ling noticed the map's label.

In the zoo, the snake house was separated by special glass. But in Xijiao Dust, all the zoo facilities were gone, and the snakes were free.

Seeing the countless snakes, Fang Ling leaped up and rushed to the left, as indicated by the map.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

Dozens of long snakes, like arrows in the air, rushed straight at Fang Ling.

Facing the snakes with triangular heads, each over three feet long, Fang Ling didn't hesitate and quickly used the "Floating Light" technique from the Light Division Sword Method.

As the sword light passed, five venomous snakes were instantly cut in half.

At the moment of cutting the snakes, Fang Ling felt a force of about a hundred pounds from his Jinghong Sword.

If these snakes had a force of a hundred pounds, what about the larger ones behind them?

However, in this situation, there was no time for Fang Ling to think. His long sword vibrated, and he quickly used the Light Division Sword Method to cut the venomous snakes surrounding him one by one.

The snakes kept increasing, and Fang Ling, fighting and moving, had only one thought: speed!

He had to be fast, or the snakes would overwhelm him.

At this moment, his mind was empty, and he only focused on swinging his sword quickly.

The originally unfamiliar Light Division Sword Method quickly became proficient.

"Hisss, hisss, hisss"

Just as Fang Ling cut down two venomous snakes on the left, three more dark red venomous snakes rushed from the right. Each one was like an arrow from a bow.

With the speed of Fang Ling's sword, he could only cut down two at most.

One would inevitably bite him.

Fang Ling didn't think he could survive being bitten by these strange venomous snakes.

However, there was no time to think. He could only swing his sword quickly.

"Swish, swish, swish"

The sword passed silently, and the three venomous snakes instantly fell to the ground.

Their bodies, like ropes, were now in six pieces.

One sword, three cuts. The Light Division Sword Method was now at a minor level!

Fang Ling was stunned for a moment, and a wave of joy surged in his heart.

Compared to cultivation, fighting in life-and-death situations was more effective in improving his skills. He let out a long cry, swung his sword, and quickly cut the venomous snakes into pieces.

The speed of cutting was three times faster than before.

However, Fang Ling's enthusiasm for cultivation was quickly dampened. The number of venomous snakes in this area increased, and in some places, they even formed snake mountains as high as a person.

Revenge is a dish best served cold!

Determined, Fang Ling leaped up and rushed towards other pavilions.

Once out of the snake area, the venomous snakes stopped chasing him. Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. After taking a Qi Gathering Pill from his pouch and recovering his strength, he couldn't resist practicing the Light Division Sword Method again.

Each sword stroke produced three sword lights.

Each stroke became the center of slaughter.

He had thought it would take at least a month of hard cultivation to reach the first level of the Light Division Sword Method, but under the pressure of the venomous snakes, it only took ten minutes.

Looking at the snake house he had left behind, Fang Ling suddenly felt a lot of affection for the place.

This place was actually quite good for cultivation.

"Hmm?"

A corpse wrapped in rags appeared in front of Fang Ling. The body was relatively intact, and there was a long sword under it.

The sword was broken, but the blade was still sharp, and the hilt had the same "Fang" character as the Jinghong Sword.

Another Fang family elder! Could it be that these Fang family elders discovered this Xijiao Zoo, leading to the destruction of the clan's elite? Was it this Xijiao Dust that caused the once-first family of Dinging City, the Fang family, to decline?

Because his memories included the emotions of his original self, Fang Ling felt a sense of belonging to the Fang family. Sighing, he dug a hole and prepared to bury this unknown elder.

"Thud!"

As Fang Ling lifted the bones, something fell from them. Fang Ling picked it up and examined it closely, discovering that the palm-sized black iron leaf had some strange symbols on it.

Fang Ling judged these symbols to be text.

Unfortunately, he didn't recognize any of them.

"Rest in peace, Elder!" Although Fang Ling didn't understand the symbols, he carefully put them in his small spatial pouch, thinking they might help identify the deceased at some point.

A pack of wolves, numbering over a hundred, were chasing Fang Ling with fierce howls. They were very fast, and some had already caught up to him.

Faced with these wolves, which seemed to have the wind at their feet, Fang Ling could only rush forward. Each wolf was strong, and he could kill one or two, but a whole pack would make him nothing but food.

Run, run fast!

This wasn't the first time Fang Ling had been chased. Before encountering the wolves, he had already faced such situations five times.

Only the pursuers were bears, leopards, and monkeys.

When Fang Ling passed Monkey Mountain, the wolves stopped. Clearly, these creatures had their own territories. During his journey, Fang Ling also noticed that these animals were familiar with the pits and spatial rifts and could quickly avoid them when he tried to lead them into danger.

"Roar!"

A tiger's roar sounded again. This time, it was even more deafening. With the roar, Fang Ling saw a white tiger, about half a zhang long, flying towards Monkey Mountain from a kilometer away.

The tiger could fly because it had a pair of meat wings about a zhang long on its back.

A demonic beast, this was definitely a demonic beast, and it had reached the ninth level of the Qi Cultivation stage!

With this fierce roar, all the animals fell silent. The large Monkey Mountain was completely quiet.

If he encountered this white tiger, he would surely die.

At this moment, Fang Ling felt a strong urge to retreat.

Retreat!

Just as he was about to turn around, he saw a ten-zhang-tall tree a hundred meters ahead. The leaves shimmered with red, yellow, and green light, like a beautiful dream.

And the leaves were like the palms of a child.

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