Chapter 7

"Bang—" The lecherous youth didn’t even have time to scream before he was smashed into a bloody mist.

"Clack—" A token fell out, spinning in the air. One side of the token was engraved with the words "Yanwu," and the other side had a depiction of a fiery crow with outstretched wings.

"Ah— You’re asking for death! You really are asking for death!" The sinister youth roared madly, "You despicable worm, you’re asking for death! You actually dared to kill my brother! I want you dead! Dead!"

"Pfft—" The sinister youth suddenly spat out a large mouthful of essence blood.

"Boom!—" The ancient bronze spear, once stained with essence blood, seemed to have taken a stimulant, suddenly bursting with overwhelming power. A sharp and lethal aura erupted from the ancient spear.

"Boom!—" The immense pressure instantly pushed Lu Shaoyou’s Heaven-Covering Hand Seal back more than ten feet. The sinister youth’s face immediately turned pale, but his eyes flickered with resentment and murderous intent.

"Boy, you wait, I won’t let you off!" Taking advantage of the moment, the sinister youth let out a fierce threat and transformed into a shocking rainbow, fleeing into the distance. "I, Ming Sha, will definitely come back for revenge!"

"Let him escape?" Lu Shaoyou raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit annoyed. Killing without finishing the job is like cutting grass in spring; it will grow back. However, Lu Shaoyou didn’t really care. Others were improving, and he was improving as well. He was confident he could surpass Ming Sha, even if the latter was the reincarnation of the ancient powerful figure, the Netherworld Venerable.

Lu Shaoyou grabbed the Yanwu Token with his large hand.

Luo Qingyin slowly walked forward, deeply bowed, and said, "Thank you for your help, Daoist friend. I wonder if you are also heading to the Flame Crow Clan to participate in the outer clan selection?"

"Outer clan selection? Flame Crow Clan? What’s that?" Lu Shaoyou was surprised.

Now it was Luo Qingyin’s turn to be surprised. She looked at Lu Shaoyou with astonishment, her eyes revealing a surprised glow: "You don’t know about the Flame Crow Clan’s outer clan selection? Then how did you get the Yanwu Token?"

"Yanwu Token?" Lu Shaoyou looked at the token in his hand, "Is this it?"

"Yes." Luo Qingyin nodded, "That’s it. In the Southern Wasteland, there are twelve major demon clans and sacred grounds. The sacred grounds are supreme, towering above the twelve major clans, possessing the most elite talents and the most powerful figures. The sacred grounds have stood for thousands of years, their foundation unfathomable. Next are the twelve major clans, which are also extremely powerful, with their origins dating back to the era of ancient great beings. The Flame Crow Clan is one of them."

"Daoist friend should know that in the Southern Wasteland, our demon race rarely has our own cultivation techniques. Even if we do, they are very crude. Ming Sha is an exception. Such a demon clan receiving ancient inheritance is extremely rare. Therefore, the twelve major clans began the outer clan selection. As long as you have strength and talent, you can enter the outer clan for cultivation. The inner clan consists of the major clans’ internal members. Every year, there are competitions between the inner and outer clans, with the top three becoming core disciples." Luo Qingyin explained patiently.

Lu Shaoyou suddenly understood. He thought to himself that he definitely couldn’t go back now. The people from Ten Thousand Difficulties Mountain and Bleak Wind Mountain would surely be hunting him down. Instead of running, he might as well go to the Flame Crow Clan to broaden his horizons. Moreover, he currently only had two cultivation techniques: Treading the Heavens in Eight Steps and the Heaven-Covering Hand Seal. His offensive methods were too单一. If he went to the Flame Crow Clan, he might learn new techniques!

With this thought, Lu Shaoyou decided to go to the Flame Crow Clan to participate in the outer clan selection.

"Daoist friend, why don’t we go together?" Luo Qingyin smiled, seemingly seeing through Lu Shaoyou’s intentions.

"Sure," Lu Shaoyou agreed readily, "You don’t have to keep calling me Daoist friend. My name is Lu Shaoyou."

"My name is Luo Qingyin." Luo Qingyin smiled.

With that, the two transformed into a shocking rainbow and flew off together.

Over the next three days, the two talked about everything under the sun, becoming more familiar with each other, especially in terms of personality. This made Lu Shaoyou very happy. The only headache was Luo Qingyin’s personality. Originally, Lu Shaoyou thought Luo Qingyin was an extremely quiet girl, but after three days of interaction, he realized he was wrong, and very wrong. Luo Qingyin was actually a little devil, chattering nonstop, making him almost doubt why he had saved her in the first place.

"Big Brother Lu, we’re here." Luo Qingyin, like a little sparrow, held Lu Shaoyou’s hand and bounced around excitedly.

Lu Shaoyou looked up at the towering mountains before him. The mountains stretched endlessly, reaching into the clouds. For the second time, Lu Shaoyou felt his own insignificance. The first time was a few days ago during cultivation when his divine sense inadvertently felt the vastness of the universe. This time, facing the snow-covered mountains, he was once again awestruck. The mountain walls were as smooth and transparent as if carved by a knife, reflecting a cold light. The peaks stood like battle swords, piercing the sky, evoking a sense of awe.

"Is this the famous Sky-Breaking Ridge of the Southern Wasteland?" Lu Shaoyou was deeply moved, gazing at the towering mountains, feeling a sense of awe. "Indeed, it lives up to its reputation..."

"Of course!" Luo Qingyin said beside him.

Lu Shaoyou casually scanned the Sky-Breaking Ridge and saw that many demons had already arrived. One of them exuded a sense of suffering. He wore a pair of tattered straw shoes and a tattered brown robe, steadily walking through the snow. With each step, his aura of suffering grew stronger, and his face became more sorrowful. Another female demon had a light veil covering her face, with eyes like autumn water and a body as clear as jade. Her snow-white skin was crystal clear, and her long black hair swayed gently in the wind and snow, exuding a mysterious charm.

Others exuded an overwhelmingly powerful aura, with streams of essence energy rising into the sky.

So many powerful figures. Lu Shaoyou was deeply moved.

"Let’s go! Big Brother Lu! To be selected by the Flame Crow Clan, we have to walk to the end on foot." Luo Qingyin called out from a distance. "Don’t just stand there!"

"Ha, got it, Qingyin." Lu Shaoyou laughed heartily, took a big step forward, and the ancient scripture in his body resonated like a bell. A profound, mysterious, domineering, noble, and ancient aura rose into the sky, drawing the attention of the surrounding demons.

"Another powerful figure!"

"Indeed, I thought only Ye Ku with his aura of suffering was here, but now Li Yuchen has also arrived." A wolf demon muttered beside him.

"Powerful figures abound. These geniuses are emerging one after another. Could this be a sign of something?" A middle-aged male demon sighed.

The demons couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.

On the Sky-Breaking Ridge, Lu Shaoyou truly experienced what it meant to be cut by wind and frost. The strong wind whipped fiercely, making his aura tremble slightly, as if being cut by divine blades. The snow, light as a feather, seemed harmless, but when combined with the strong wind, even Lu Shaoyou found it hard to withstand. Some powerful figure had used the great momentum of heaven and earth to condense a suffocating aura in the air of the Sky-Breaking Ridge, as if stopping for a moment would result in being crushed into meat paste by the entire world.