Chapter 35

Patted the little tiger cub's head, Yang Junshan whispered, "Little guy, it's all up to you from here on out!"

The little tiger cub lifted its head and purred twice at Yang Junshan. Yang Junshan smiled and said, "Behave yourself, or you might give it away!"

After saying that, Yang Junshan placed the little tiger cub back into his backpack, leaving only its head outside. Then, he held the three-stone carved bow and resolutely walked towards the mist at the exit of the enclosure.

On the way, Yang Junshan could clearly sense the various gazes around him, even the faint hostility and the hurried breathing of those eager to act.

As Yang Junshan stepped into the mist, several impatient young men quickly followed him to the edge of the mist. At this point, those who chose to apply for early departure were mostly those who had obtained immortal spirits in Bai Que Mountain.

"Yang Junshan from the barren land town's earthen hill village applies for departure. Please let me pass, venerable mountain guardian of the Heaven-Shaking Sect!"

The moment Yang Junshan stepped into the mist, several tangible waves descended upon him. Despite knowing that the divine sense of a martial realm cultivator could not penetrate his true nature, Yang Junshan still felt a sense of unease.

"You're quite nervous, aren't you?"

Just like the high and mocking voice from his previous life, Xiong Manshan chuckled, "Not bad, a piece of medium-grade immortal spirit. Let me see, oh, it's even a cow bile immortal spirit, which can neutralize all poisons after summoning... "

Yang Junshan could already hear the low exclamations of surprise from the young men lurking near the exit. Several of them immediately shouted excitedly, "It's him, he's the archer who shot the mountain-crashing bull, we can't let him go!"

Xiong Manshan, who had already drawn Yang Junshan's enmity, continued nonchalantly, "What else do you have? A piece of low-grade immortal spirit grain stone? Did you dig up a mountain rat's nest? It seems you know quite a lot..."

Even if it were just a matter of revealing the quality of the immortal spirit, the situation with Yang Junshan was different. Not only was the quality and name of the immortal spirit revealed, but even its effects and origin were clearly stated, deliberately tempting other young men to come and snatch it.

Footsteps were already slowly approaching the mist. Yang Junshan could imagine the greedy gazes of those preparing to act, so he quietly moved a丈 to the left to avoid being overwhelmed in a fight.

"Travelling alone and obtaining two immortal spirits, aren't you afraid of being robbed? Hey, why are you moving to the left? That's not the exit; you need us to open the formation to leave..."

This was no longer a hint but a blatant incitement for others to act, even pointing out Yang Junshan's exact location.

"Let's see what else you have. Ha, almost overlooked it. You're truly the luckiest one in this Bai Que Mountain enclosure. Here are two bear paws and seven low-grade spirit grass mushrooms. Even I, the old bear, envy your luck. Oh, and a cub of a mountain tiger. Do you plan to raise a fierce beast? Aren't you afraid of a backlash? Or do you intend to catch it to cook and eat? Ha..."

If the spirit summoning only revealed whether a young cultivator had an immortal spirit, now even Yang Junshan's other gains in Bai Que Mountain were revealed, a clear and deliberate act of entrapment.

Some quick-witted young cultivators had already deduced something from Xiong Manshan's words. As soon as he finished speaking, they rushed into the mist, following the sound and pouncing towards Yang Junshan.

Yang Junshan was not surprised by this outcome. In his previous life, he had been manipulated by Xiong Manshan, and although he managed to keep a piece of low-grade immortal spirit, he was severely beaten by the young men who tried to snatch it, emerging from the mountain guard formation in a wretched state.

In this life, Xiong Manshan still intended to make things difficult for him, but with a difference: Yang Junshan's gains were greater, and his strength was stronger, making Xiong Manshan more willing to talk more to attract more people to rob him.

Yang Junshan calmly took two steps to the left, then turned and punched, hitting a young man who had lunged at his previous position. The young man only managed to let out a scream before falling to the ground, clutching his face.

Yang Junshan then suddenly drew his bow and released the string, the sharp sound of the bowstring causing several young men who had just arrived but not yet entered the mist to fall to the ground. They quickly realized something and, with red faces, got up and rushed into the mist, enraged and embarrassed.

In the mist, visibility was poor, making it difficult for Yang Junshan to fully utilize his formidable strength in a group fight. Moreover, he dared not reveal that he had advanced to the second level. He could only move around in the mist, relying on sound to judge the positions of the young cultivators.

Footsteps approached rapidly. Yang Junshan crouched, placing his hand on the ground to feel the vibrations and judge the distance of the approaching person. He then suddenly swung his long bow, tripping a young man who was running towards him. The young man fell forward with a cry, and Yang Junshan followed up with a kick to the head, rendering the young man unconscious.

However, the young man's cry pointed out Yang Junshan's location to others. Immediately, seven or eight young men surrounded the area where the cry came from. Yang Junshan quickly assessed his situation and, reaching for the bowstring, untied it from the other end of the bow, turning it into a whip.

Yang Junshan swung the bow-whip in the direction he estimated, the string whistling through the air. With a series of crisp sounds and cries of pain, four or five people were already rolling on the ground.

Yang Junshan then swung the bow-whip in another direction, and after more cries of pain, two or three more young men fell to the ground.

Ignoring the cries of the fallen young men, Yang Junshan's expression remained unchanged. He retracted the bow-whip and swung it again. This time, the young men in the other direction either were scared by the cries of their fallen comrades or turned and fled, leaving Yang Junshan to strike at empty air.

After a moment of silence, with no more footsteps approaching, Yang Junshan reattached the bowstring to the bow. He then noticed his hand was wet and, upon smelling it, realized it was covered in blood. He could easily imagine the bloody marks on the bodies of the young men he had struck.

"You, you, you are so ruthless, truly outrageous, outrageous..."

Everything in the mist was, of course, not hidden from the three mountain guardians of the Heaven-Shaking Sect. Xiong Manshan's voice was filled with frustration.

Yang Junshan stood still in the mist, his expression unchanged by Xiong Manshan's outburst. When Xiong Manshan finished speaking, Yang Junshan calmly asked, "May I ask, Senior Xiong, can I leave now?"

"You! You, fine, fine..."

Yang Junshan's calm words sounded like a great insult to Xiong Manshan, like a challenge and a provocation. Xiong Manshan seemed to be thoroughly enraged.

Just as Xiong Manshan looked like he was too angry to speak, a sharp wind sound, masked by his angry shout, rushed towards Yang Junshan's back. By the time he noticed, it was too late to dodge.

Despicable, a mighty martial realm expert actually colluding with young cultivators to ambush him!

Yang Junshan's chest filled with anger, and a glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes, but he ultimately held back. He hastily arched his back, the muscles on his back tensing, and lunged forward, fully utilizing the effects of the Bull Fist body training.

A sharp "snap" sounded, and a sharp pain shot through his back. Yang Junshan barely managed to avoid falling to the ground and quickly rose to a crouching position, silent as a night owl.

A triumphant laugh immediately came from the mist behind him, "Heh, no matter how cunning you are, everything on you is mine now. A medium-grade cow bile immortal spirit, I didn't expect such luck..."

The voice continued to grope the ground where Yang Junshan had fallen, but suddenly heard the angry voice of the mountain guardian, "Little..."

"Enough!" A calm voice suddenly interrupted, stopping Xiong Manshan's words.

The person who had ambushed Yang Junshan seemed confused by what had happened, and then felt a wind rushing towards his face. Panicking, he tried to dodge, but the blow was much faster than he expected.

Pfft!

Yang Junshan, holding an iron-feathered arrow, struck the face of the ambusher with great force, blood splattering from the other's face. The ambusher only managed a scream before falling to the ground, his last thought before losing consciousness: How could he not be unconscious after being hit from behind?

Yang Junshan's strike found its mark, and the anger in his chest found an outlet. He stepped forward and kicked the ambusher in the chest, sending him flying a丈 to the edge of the mist, blood trickling from his mouth.

"Enough!" The same calm voice that had interrupted Xiong Manshan now addressed Yang Junshan. The mist suddenly cleared, revealing a glowing portal. The voice continued, "You can leave now."

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