Chapter 9

The vast majority of spirit beasts, not just low-level ones but even high-level ones, have fatal weak points. This is something not only Jing Yan knows, but most martial artists are also aware of. However, knowing is one thing; actually finding and hitting a spirit beast's weak point is incredibly difficult. You know the spirit beast has a weak point, and the spirit beast itself is also aware of its weak point. During a fight, the spirit beast will try to avoid being hit in its weak point.

This time, when Jing Yan fought the fanged wolf, he struck a fatal blow, clearly hitting the fanged wolf's weak point. Otherwise, the fanged wolf wouldn't have died so easily, which was precisely what puzzled Jing Yan.

Even when he was at the innate realm before, it was very difficult for Jing Yan to hit the fanged wolf's weak point with a single strike. Of course, it was easy for Jing Yan at the innate realm to kill a first-level spirit beast, but the problem was that it was very difficult for him to kill it by hitting its weak point.

"It seems my luck is indeed good!"

Jing Yan's eyes flickered, and he bent down to work.

The most valuable part of the fanged wolf was undoubtedly its pair of sharp, large fangs. According to the market price in Donglin City, this pair of fangs was worth at least five spirit stones. Apart from the fangs, the entire body of the fanged wolf was not worth even one spirit stone.

After digging out the fangs, Jing Yan quickly left, placing them in the animal skin bag he carried with him.

As for the fanged wolf's corpse, Jing Yan naturally wouldn't take it with him. He planned to stay in the Blackstone Mountains for a month, and the spirit beasts he would kill would certainly not be just one or two. If he carried all the corpses, it would be impossible to do so without dying from exhaustion. Therefore, he could only take the most valuable parts of the spirit beasts.

Jing Yan cautiously moved through the outer part of the mountains.

After a short while, Jing Yan discovered the trail of another fanged wolf. However, this time, it wasn't just one fanged wolf but two fanged wolves moving together.

If it were before he killed the first fanged wolf, facing two fanged wolves together, Jing Yan would probably have chosen to give up. Fighting two fanged wolves was too dangerous; even a martial artist at the fifth level of the martial path might not dare to, and even a martial artist at the sixth level of the martial path would have to think twice.

A martial artist at the sixth level of the martial path also has a very fragile physical body. Once hit by the fanged wolf's claws or teeth, they would definitely be injured.

However, the process of killing the fanged wolf was so smooth and easy that Jing Yan couldn't help but want to try.

If it didn't work, he would immediately flee. Although the fanged wolf's speed was very fast, Jing Yan, at the fourth level of the martial path, could probably shake off the fanged wolf's pursuit with a short burst of full-speed running.

"Fanged wolf, die!"

After waiting quietly for a moment, Jing Yan suddenly sprang forward, eyes wide, charging towards the two fanged wolves.

The two fanged wolves also almost simultaneously discovered the human, Jing Yan.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The fanged wolves' emerald eyes fixed on Jing Yan, and they let out low growls. Their tails suddenly rose, and their entire bodies tensed as they lunged at Jing Yan.

"Swish!"

The Flowing Light Sword, trailing a black sword shadow, stabbed towards the fanged wolf on the left. At the same time, Jing Yan's body bent sharply.

"Swish!"

The fanged wolf on the right's claws almost grazed Jing Yan's waist.

"Thud!" The Flowing Light Sword, with pinpoint accuracy, pierced the chest of the fanged wolf on the left, piercing through it.

Without any hesitation, Jing Yan retracted his arm, pulling the Flowing Light Sword back, trailing a spray of dark red blood.

Seeing its companion bleeding and falling to the ground, the fanged wolf on the right's gray fur instantly bristled. Then, it dug its hooves into the ground and swiftly fled.

"Want to run?" Jing Yan's eyes flashed, and he thrust the Flowing Light Sword at the fleeing fanged wolf with the greatest speed.

If there were others present at this moment, they would certainly frown, because the position where Jing Yan's long sword was thrust did not seem to be aimed at the fanged wolf's body. It would give the impression that this strike would definitely miss.

"Roar!"

However, in the blink of an eye, the fleeing fanged wolf let out a miserable howl, its chest also pierced by the Flowing Light Sword!

What was going on?

According to Jing Yan's actions, he should not have been able to hit the fanged wolf, let alone its weak point. The fanged wolf's entire body should not have been touched. Yet, the result was that this strike hit the fanged wolf's weak point with perfect accuracy.

Who could have thought it would end like this?

"Indeed powerful!"

Jing Yan's eyes sparkled. He knew what had happened. When he thrust the sword, he had already perceived the fanged wolf's next move. It was as if he could predict the future, knowing what had not yet happened.

By mastering the fanged wolf's escape route and almost perfectly predicting its body's movements, it was like holding a sword and waiting for the fanged wolf to run into it.

It looked as if the fanged wolf had committed suicide.

Of course, if Jing Yan's sword had been thrust and the fanged wolf's body had completely stopped, the strike would have definitely missed. However, even if the fanged wolf knew it was certain to die, it could not stop in such a situation. The inertia caused by the great force made it difficult for it to change its actions in time.

Two strikes, clean and swift, killed the two first-level spirit beasts, the fanged wolves.

"The first divine skill of the Cangqiong, it's simply too powerful. With my cultivation at the fourth level of the martial path, killing a first-level spirit beast is as easy as slaughtering chickens and dogs." Jing Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.

When he hunted the first fanged wolf, he was not sure, but now he was certain that this was the power of the first divine skill of the Cangqiong. If killing three fanged wolves in a row was just luck, that luck would be too extraordinary. Jing Yan was now certain that this was the ability the first divine skill of the Cangqiong had given him, enhancing his five senses to an extremely powerful level, allowing him to predict the fanged wolf's next move.

After digging out the fangs of the two fanged wolves and putting them in his bag, Jing Yan quickly left the scene, which was filled with the smell of blood.

"Three pairs of fangs, worth fifteen spirit stones, and it only took about an hour!"

"Such a speed of earning spirit stones, how many people would envy this?"

Jing Yan pursed his lips, feeling highly motivated.

At this rate of earning spirit stones, in a month, the spirit stones he could earn would likely be enough for him to return to the seventh level of the martial path. Even if it wasn't enough to return to the seventh level, returning to the sixth level would be no problem at all.

In the twilight, Jing Yan moved almost silently, like a ghost, between the trees, observing every movement in the surrounding environment.