Chapter 7

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Looking at the jade pendant in Zhaoming's hand, Sun Jiuyang was utterly astonished, muttering to himself, "What the hell, what the hell! How can his aura be on this jade pendant!"

"Hero!" Zhaoming called out to Sun Jiuyang again, not just out of admiration and reverence, but because he suddenly realized that even if he and Shura managed to escape temporarily, they would still need this person to truly get out of danger.

If he couldn't get this person to take him and Shura away, they would still be dead.

"Where did you get this jade pendant?" Sun Jiuyang pointed at the jade pendant in Zhaoming's hand and asked loudly.

Zhaoming didn't hide it: "My mother gave it to me!"

He felt that this hero seemed to have a connection with the jade pendant, and since he couldn't think of any other reason to convince the hero to take him away, he could only hope it would work.

"Your mother!" Sun Jiuyang's eyes nearly popped out when he heard this: "Heavens, that guy couldn't have had a secret lover I didn't know about..."

He looked at Zhaoming again: "And she even had this little brat!"

The jade pendant carried a familiar aura, and the person was so close to him that he should have known everything about him.

But he searched his memory and couldn't recall the person ever making such a jade pendant, nor did he know who the person had given it to.

Exchanging jade pendants was a sign of a romantic relationship, and he found it hard to imagine that the person had a lover outside.

"You..." Sun Jiuyang looked at Zhaoming, not knowing what to say.

Zhaoming grabbed his clothes and shouted loudly: "Hero, save me! Take me and Shura away from here, or we're dead!"

Sun Jiuyang scratched his head and frowned: "This is really troublesome!"

The Witch Tribe was not to be trifled with, and taking these two along could lead to all sorts of trouble.

"Sun Jiuyang! I'll fight you to the death!" At this moment, Liuli screamed, already in a frenzy.

The reason the Witch Island was the holy land of the Witch Tribe was not only because of the Pangu Valley but also because of the extraordinary Pangu statue. Now, after Sun Jiuyang's antics, the Pangu statue was shattered, and without knowing the reason, the blame fell on him.

Hearing Liuli's scream, Sun Jiuyang's face changed, and he slapped his thigh: "Damn, this is really bad."

He looked at Zhaoming again, thought for a moment, and muttered to himself: "Being hit by the mystic light of the Pangu statue and having this jade pendant, this little brat might really be his offspring. If I save him, it would be a great deed, and I should receive some good fortune and merit!"

He immediately took out a rope and tied Zhaoming, then headed for the gray crane.

"Shura too, if you don't take Shura, I won't go either! He's my brother, and this jade pendant is from our mother!" Zhaoming immediately shouted loudly.

Sun Jiuyang's face immediately showed a playful expression, and he couldn't help but curse: "Damn, even twins! What kind of seed is this, even though he's extraordinary, he shouldn't have produced a blood demon and a fire-swallowing demon!"

Without further ado, he took out another rope and tied Shura, then flew to the gray crane's back, hanging the two from the crane's neck, recalled the Kunlun Mirror, and with a whoosh, flew out of the Pangu Valley.

Even with the powerful prohibitions and formations in the Pangu Valley, they couldn't stop the mystic light of the Kunlun Mirror, allowing him to fly away easily.

"Sun Jiuyang, where are you running!" Liuli couldn't let him escape and immediately pursued him recklessly. A few other powerful members of the Witch Tribe also hurriedly followed.

The gray crane was extremely majestic and fast, and despite Liuli's formidable cultivation, she could only barely keep up, not being left behind.

The wind was fierce, making Zhaoming extremely uncomfortable. But thinking about escaping and no longer living in the dark, hopeless life in the demon garden, he endured it silently. Compared to that, this discomfort was nothing.

Suddenly, as he was being jolted by the wind, he saw Shura bleeding from all seven orifices, seemingly unable to hold on, and immediately shouted loudly: "Help, help, hero, save my brother, he's not doing well!"

Sun Jiuyang was frowning at Liuli's pursuit when he heard Zhaoming's shout and noticed Shura's condition. He quickly took out a pill, dissolved it in his palm, and then slapped it on Shura's body.

The misty medicinal vapor instantly disappeared, being completely absorbed by Shura. His complexion quickly turned rosy, his breathing stabilized, and he opened his eyes, looking around in confusion: "Where are we?"

He was completely recovered, and Zhaoming was overjoyed, marveling at the hero's incredible skills, able to heal such injuries with just a gesture.

"Sun Jiuyang, you dare to destroy the statue of the great Pangu on our Witch Island! The Witch Tribe will never let you go!" Liuli shouted angrily from behind.

She was responsible for guarding the holy land of the Witch Island, a symbol of her superior status among the other leaders.

Now that the statue of the great Pangu was shattered, the sin she had to bear was enormous. At this moment, she could only pursue Sun Jiuyang to the death to show her devotion to the great Pangu.

Sun Jiuyang turned back and shouted: "You crazy woman, I didn't even touch the statue, who knows how it broke! If you blame me, it's your fault. I said I just wanted to cause a little trouble, but you made it worse. Now, even the great Pangu can't stand it and shattered it!"

"Ah!" Liuli was so angry that she almost burst into flames, and in her rage, her speed seemed to increase, closing the distance with the gray crane.

Sun Jiuyang hurriedly took out a talisman and slapped it on the gray crane's back. Immediately, whirlwinds swirled beneath the crane's wings, increasing its speed to match Liuli's.

With a furious expression, Sun Jiuyang stood on the gray crane's back and shouted at Liuli: "I warn you, don't think that being one level higher than me means anything. If you keep chasing me, I won't be gentle! I don't have a marriage line, so even if you chase me, I won't marry you!"

Liuli was so angry that she screamed again, even her breathing became slightly disordered.

At this moment, a vast coastline appeared ahead, nearing the mainland. Sun Jiuyang shouted: "This is your last chance. If you keep chasing me, I'll lock you up in a golden house!"

As he spoke, the Kunlun Mirror above his head shot out a beam of mystic light, hitting Liuli. While he said he would do something if she kept chasing him, he was actually using it as a distraction to attack.

This treasure was incredibly powerful, instantly immobilizing Liuli. As they entered the airspace over the mainland, Sun Jiuyang made a hand sign and chanted a spell.

Instantly, the earth rumbled, waves crashed against the shore, flames shot everywhere, and a whirlwind of ice enveloped Liuli, forming a golden energy barrier around her, truly locking her up in a golden house.

"Stop chasing me, and you wouldn't have this. I dared to come to the Witch Island, so I was prepared!" Sun Jiuyang waved at Liuli and drove the gray crane away, disappearing into the distance.

By the time the other powerful members of the Witch Tribe arrived and broke the formation to free Liuli, Sun Jiuyang was long gone.

The gray crane flew far away, landing in a swamp on a tree with a lush canopy.

The ropes on his body loosened, and Zhaoming immediately pulled Shura and knelt before Sun Jiuyang: "Thank you, Senior, for saving our lives!"

"Don't, don't, it was just a coincidence," Sun Jiuyang waved his hand and then asked seriously: "I need to know, where did you get this jade pendant, and who is your mother? Tell me clearly!"

Having survived a great calamity, Zhaoming didn't hide anything and told him about himself and Acao.

"So that's it. I wondered why he would have two demon offspring, and such special ones at that! But this Acao... I've never heard of him knowing a fox demon!" Sun Jiuyang frowned, then held the jade pendant and felt it carefully, saying doubtfully: "But this is clearly his aura!"

Several thoughts flashed through Zhaoming's mind, and he finally knelt down again and said to Sun Jiuyang: "Senior, I have a deep grudge with the Witch Tribe and must avenge Acao. Please take me as your disciple and teach me your skills."

He was the lowest of the demon races, and without Acao, even the demons in the demon garden would look down on him. Seeking revenge on his own was a pipe dream. Sun Jiuyang, though unknown, was clearly more powerful than Zhu Hong.

If he could learn his skills, he would have a chance to avenge himself. Seeing that this person seemed to have a connection with the jade pendant, it was a good opportunity.

Sun Jiuyang smiled: "This... let's not. I need to investigate some things, and I can't teach you my skills, nor can you learn them, so..."

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he raised his eyebrows: "Was the anomaly with the Pangu statue caused by you?"

Zhaoming frowned, hesitating whether to tell the truth. Although this person had saved him, he still felt a bit sinister, and it was hard to tell if he was good or bad. If he knew the statue's anomaly was caused by him, it might not be good.

His hesitation was not without reason, but Sun Jiuyang, being a shrewd person, saw through it and asked with a smile: "Did the Pangu statue teach you a cultivation technique?"

"How do you know!" Zhaoming was taken aback, blurting out the words, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat, realizing he had confessed without being hit.

But Sun Jiuyang was also taken aback, saying in disbelief: "Damn, it really did teach you a technique. Who are you, kid?"

Zhaoming lowered his head, unable to explain.

Sun Jiuyang looked at him from all angles, muttering to himself: "Nine Yang Gathering, the essence of fire! This guy is a fire-swallowing demon, the Pangu statue produced an anomaly because of him, and he has this jade pendant! Could this little demon be that guy reincarnated?"

Zhaoming didn't understand what he was saying and could only wait.

After a moment's thought, Sun Jiuyang's eyes lit up, and he raised his eyebrows, looking at Zhaoming with a smile.

"How about this: you tell me the cultivation technique the Pangu statue taught you, and I'll teach you some other good techniques?"