Chapter 91

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A figure burst through the air, not yet landing, and took a step forward, then rushed forward along the mountain ridge.

On both sides, the forests stretched in patches, lush and verdant, with mountains overlapping in the distance, vast and desolate in all directions. Occasionally, a light mist would drift, wildflowers would sway, and faint sounds of insects and beasts could be heard, as if spring had returned and the scenery was boundless.

At first glance, this place seemed no different from any ordinary mountain and forest, except for the dim, perpetual daylight, which seemed somewhat unusual. This was the sixth level of Canglong Valley, Longkang Ridge.

The figure continued to run, crossing the mountain ridge, reaching the valley bottom, and then kept moving forward. After half an hour, he slowly stopped, glanced back, and then plunged into the nearby ancient forest, like a weary bird returning to its nest, instantly disappearing without a trace.

At the foot of the mountain wall next to the forest, a cave entrance appeared. The busy figure disappeared again, and the narrow cave entrance closed tightly.

In a moment, the light of a pearl illuminated the quiet mountain cave.

Wujiao hurriedly sat down, reached out to remove his mask and threw it aside. Before he could catch his breath, he clutched his chest and groaned in pain.

At this moment, he had already returned to his usual state. The bloodthirsty, ruthless, and cruel person seemed unrelated to him. He was still a mortal who needed to eat when hungry, sleep when tired, cry out when in pain, and groan when suffering, and he was grateful to have escaped death once again.

To have dodged a fatal blow, his luck wasn't too bad!

Wujiao lifted his tattered clothes, revealing a bloody wound on his chest. The blood was still fresh, and it hurt in waves. The internal organs were also affected, making it difficult to breathe and bear. If he had been surrounded and unable to escape, the outcome would have been unpredictable.

The old man's cultivation was powerful, and his methods were vicious. Especially his sword control, which was terrifying to think about.

At Longzhu Spring, he encountered a group of disciples from Hundred Swords Peak, and his identity was recognized, leading to a group attack. This was an unexpected turn of events. Although he had to react hastily, he had to give it his all. First, he feinted and attacked from the opposite direction, using a clever military strategy. Then, he used the invisibility technique to cut a bloody path and escape. However, the flying sword summoned by the old man was also elusive and hard to guard against.

Can a flying sword be invisible?

I've never seen such a thing!

Fortunately, at the critical moment, he used the flash escape technique and the Green Silk Net to launch a strong attack.

It was too dangerous!

Even now, recalling it still makes one feel suffocated with fear!

Wujiao took a deep breath, as if just realizing the danger, and took out a healing pill to swallow. After the pain subsided slightly, he was slightly startled, reached out to take off his clothes, and carefully examined them. After a while, he took out all the clothes he carried and spread them on the ground.

He had obtained more than ten sets of clothes, similar in material and style but different in color. He hadn't noticed before, but now he saw that the cuffs and collars were embroidered with a few gold threads, which, though inconspicuous, clearly had a purpose. Since he didn't understand the rules of the Immortal Sect, it was reasonable that he had exposed a flaw!

After Wujiao figured out the reason, he quickly removed all the gold threads from the clothes and chose a blue robe to wear. After tidying up, a large piece of roasted meat appeared in front of him. He rubbed his hands, his eyes shining...

...

On a spacious hillside, about twenty to thirty disciples of Guxian Mountain gathered. A few men without masks stood out.

In the crowd, a muscular man spoke: "I am Meng Hu from Hundred Swords Peak. I am here to inform you that someone killed several of my fellow disciples and fled to Longkang Ridge. He is cunning and brutal, and his actions are not tolerated by our Immortal Sect. We must punish him severely to prevent future harm. I ask for your assistance to eliminate this menace..."

Someone was surprised: "Such a skilled expert is rare!"

Someone was indignant: "His evil deeds cannot be tolerated!"

Someone was relieved: "I hope it has nothing to do with our Qinglong Valley. We don't know his background..."

Someone agreed: "Please, Senior Brother Meng, provide more details so we can identify him. If we fail to recognize him, it could lead to endless trouble..."

There were hundreds of Guxian Mountain disciples in Canglong Valley, and occasional disputes were inevitable. For one person to kill several experts from Hundred Swords Peak was shocking. Especially since he broke through the encirclement and fled to Longkang Ridge, like a bloodthirsty wolf released into a vast grassland, ready to cause more carnage. How could this not make people anxious!

Meng Hu said: "The person wears a golden mask, so his identity is unknown, but he wears the attire of Hundred Swords Peak. His cultivation is unpredictable, and he wields a black sword, skilled in invisibility and flying techniques. If anyone knows anything, please do not hide it!"

The crowd looked at each other, shaking their heads.

Meng Hu was somewhat helpless and said angrily: "I will tear that scoundrel to pieces. He won't escape..."

At this moment, two people hurriedly came from a distance.

The man shouted: "I am Huang Qi from Huanglong Valley, and I know who the person with the black sword is..."

The green-dressed woman accompanying him added: "I am Liu'er, greetings to all Senior Brothers!" She wasn't wearing a mask, with a beautiful face and a graceful figure. From a distance, she hurriedly added: "I know the person's background. He infiltrated Canglong Valley under a false name, with sinister intentions. Please spread the news and work together to capture him..."

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The valley was still quiet, with lush grass and trees.

At this moment, a figure quietly emerged from the forest. He wore a blue robe and a golden mask, looked around, and slowly straightened up, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

After each battle, he was always exhausted and needed to sleep. If he was injured, it would take several days to recover.

How long did he sleep after eating the roasted meat that day?

More than twenty days.

In other words, he had been wandering in Canglong Valley for nearly nine months. In three months, Canglong Valley would open again. He just needed to cross Longkang Ridge and reach Longjiao Peak to escape Guxian Mountain and fly far away.

However, since he had offended the Guxian Mountain disciples, the remaining journey was still uncertain and made him uneasy.

This person who often overslept was none other than Wujiao.

After escaping from Longzhu Spring, he used the same trick again, digging a hole in a secluded place on Longkang Ridge to hide. Although he had gradually gotten used to the continuous travel and his actions were more like those of a true cultivator, after a fierce battle, he still consumed a lot of spiritual energy and was hit by a sword in the chest, needing rest and recuperation. His method of resting and healing was simple: holding a spirit stone while sleeping, which had proven effective, thanks to the protection of the magic sword.

Wujiao paused for a moment, then leaped up, floating ten yards and landing lightly on a branch of an ancient tree. Seeing the green fruit among the leaves, he picked one and threw it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, he spat it out.

The fruit wasn't ripe, it was bitter!

Just like in relationships, everything needs to be natural and smooth. Hmm, I'm thinking of Ziyun again...

Looking far into the distance, he saw no abnormalities.

The direction ahead, thousands of miles away, should be Longxi. According to the map, Longkang Ridge is divided into two levels: Longxi and Qicun Gorge. Moving forward, he would eventually reach Longjiao Peak. The names of the places were quite strange, and he didn't know if the journey would be smooth.

Wujiao gazed into the distance for a moment, stretched his arms, and leaped down from the tree. Before he landed, he took a few steps and darted forward.

...

The further he went, the more lush the trees and forests became, blocking the sky and sun.

Wujiao stopped to rest here. He sat cross-legged on a tree trunk several yards high, still wearing the mask, with a pile of fruit on his knees, munching away.

After a while, the fruit was gone.

He spat out a seed, stretched lazily, still craving more. The forest was full of spiritual energy, and the fruit was sweet and delicious. Unfortunately, there was no meat to satisfy his hunger, which was a bit disappointing!

The immortals in legends lived on wind and dew, seemingly transcendent and extraordinary, but rather boring. Even if they lived forever, what was the point? They would still be cold and lonely, thinking about it made one feel hopeless. It was better to have food and drink, and to have Ziyun by his side, he wouldn't trade it for immortality...

Wujiao hugged his arms, leaned against the tree trunk, stretched his legs, and swayed his toes, looking completely relaxed and casual.

Although he had the magic sword in his body and was no longer the same, once he was idle and free from life-threatening danger, he became a person with no great ambitions. This was his nature, and he had no choice but to accept it. Perhaps only heaven knew, but he didn't want to return to his old self, thinking about the past.

He had been traveling in Longkang Ridge for ten days and hadn't encountered any Guxian Mountain disciples. Perhaps his previous worries were too cautious. With the mask and changed clothes, even if he met those people, he might be able to pass through without being recognized!

Yes, that's the logic!

Wujiao rested and refreshed himself, then looked around for a moment before setting off unhurriedly.

Another ten days passed, the forest became sparser, and the terrain opened up, with a canyon stretching forward.

Wujiao came from a distance, taking several steps at a time, moving gracefully and leisurely. His eyes behind the mask glowed, and he often looked intently at the jade slip in his hand.

According to the map, the place ahead was Longxi.

There is a saying: "A river ten thousand feet deep, winding nine times; clouds rise from it, and the weather is unpredictable; immortals and mortals cannot cross, and the dragon rises in Longxi."

"Boom, boom—"

At this moment, a faint rumbling sound came from ahead.

Wujiao's expression changed, and he slowly stopped.

The canyon was about ten miles wide, with steep walls on both sides. The wide valley was covered with wild grass and scattered rocks. The path ahead seemed endless, and the rumbling sound was probably twenty to thirty miles away.

What happened? Could it be that the Guxian Mountain disciples were waiting for him?

But this was the only way forward; he couldn't just stop halfway!

Hmph, knowing there's a tiger on the mountain, I'll still go there!

I want to see what those people are doing. If I can't force my way through, I'll deal with it later.

Wujiao hesitated for a moment, spat, and then walked forward with a determined look, hands behind his back... Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotia.net

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