Chapter 38

Step by step, Buli noticed that the edges of the flesh fragments in the blood rain were not neat, looking as if they had been torn apart by a blunt saw with jagged teeth. Gao Qi's hands did not hold any weapons, could it be that the mountain rat's teeth had been cultivated by Gao Qi to his hands? Could he attack at will, not just with his mouth and teeth?

Previously, whether it was Gui Jianshan or Gao Qi, both had held back, but the impression Gao Qi gave to Buli was that he was unfathomable! Although the patterned beasts were not particularly fierce or powerful, Gao Qi used them in a way that was hard to grasp. Buli's eyes slowly narrowed.

"Do you need to rest a bit more?" Gao Qi asked. From beginning to end, Gao Qi seemed not to have noticed Gui Jianshan's thoughts, focusing only on the big picture, without any arrogance or annoying attitude, remaining completely calm.

Gui Jianshan knew that Gao Qi's strength surpassed his own, and this was just the strength Gao Qi had displayed. Moreover, there was no bias in the distribution of the spoils, leaving Gui Jianshan speechless. Gui Jianshan nodded awkwardly and ran off with Gao Qi, quickly disappearing into the mountains.

Buli still did not move, and the black bear remained motionless like a rock. The two of them seemed to be non-existent, incredibly patient.

There was no aura fluctuation, no movement, Buli seemed to have disappeared or died.

As the sun and moon passed, a day quickly went by. The blood smell from Lin Zidong's corpse became very faint, and the scavenging beasts had been restless, watching each other, just like Gui Jianshan and Gao Qi earlier. In the end, a pack of wolves overcame the other opponents, sharing Lin Zidong's flesh, leaving nothing behind, and then disappeared.

Buli still did not move. Although he felt no presence of any strong beings around, and the hiding place he had chosen had nothing to attract attention, he refused to leave. Whenever he thought about moving, he felt a faint sense of danger, though he could not pinpoint it. There were still experts watching, and Buli could not prove his suspicions. All he could do was endure, using his incredible patience to wear down the opponent's endurance.

The quiet mountain forest was full of hidden dangers, with occasional strong soul technique fluctuations, followed by calm. The elite young disciples of the Divine Legacy Hundred Clans fought fiercely in the forest, using their lives and blood to strive for the prosperity and strength of their clans. But no one knew what the end of this path would be.

In the inner hall of the Henshan Sect, two mirage spells flickered, one showing every inch of the Divine Legacy Mountains, and the other showing the scenery near the small forest where Buli was hiding.

Luo Qingquan stood to one side, his posture awkward, wanting to flatter but not knowing what to say. The middle-aged man, called "Uncle Yu" by the young girl, sat upright, his eyes fixed on the forest where Buli was hiding, saying nothing. Occasionally, he would lift his teacup and elegantly sip the fragrant tea.

In the entire inner hall, only the mirage spells occasionally made a "hissing" sound, monotonous and boring.

Seeing the middle-aged man finish his tea without comment, Luo Qingquan felt a bit more at ease. Yu Ze, a protector of a first-class major sect, was a tea connoisseur. When Luo Qingquan learned that Yu Ze was accompanying the young master, he did not hesitate to spend soul stones to activate the teleportation array to buy the new tea from Mingchu in the Five Directions City, and then extravagantly sent it back using the teleportation array. For a ninth-class small sect like the Henshan Sect, the teleportation array was only used during critical times, such as when the sect was on the brink of destruction. It was extremely convenient, but the array's consumption of soul stones made Luo Qingquan's heart ache as if it were being cut by a knife.

But now, everything was worth it. Accumulating wealth was pointless if one did not have the life to enjoy it.

Carefully choosing his words, he flatteringly asked, "Lord Yu, what do you think of this young man from the Bai Ling Clan?"

"Good," Yu Ze said simply, his phoenix eyes slightly open.

Luo Qingquan was momentarily speechless. He had never dealt with such a high-ranking person before. He wanted to say something but was afraid of inadvertently offending Yu Ze. He stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

Yu Ze lifted his teacup, took a light sip, and smiled, saying, "You have thought of everything."

With just these words, Luo Qingquan felt as if spring had arrived, a warm current flowing through his body, making him feel as light as a feather. He said, "Thank you, Lord Yu, for your praise. It's what I should do."

"Let me give you a few simple words. How much you understand depends on your own fate and destiny," Yu Ze said.

Luo Qingquan hurriedly moved closer, his ears perked up, not daring to miss a word.

"This young man named Buli is not simple. Hidden in the forest, if it weren't for the mirage spell's bird's-eye view, few or none of his peers would have noticed his presence. Even the young master had to use divine sense several times to detect him. Interestingly, even the black bear he brought can conceal its presence, truly an intriguing pattern hunter. In fact, he would be more suited to be an assassin. I imagine the shadows of the Dark Shadow Gate in the Five Directions City are already interested upon seeing the mirage."

"Lord Yu, may I ask a bold question..." Luo Qingquan was not concerned about what would happen to Buli, but whether the young master, whom the old patriarch cherished like a pearl, would be in any danger in the Divine Legacy Mountains. Even a single hair falling out could mean the complete destruction of the Henshan Sect.

"Don't worry, the young master's strength is beyond your comprehension," Yu Ze said, as if he knew what Luo Qingquan was about to ask.

Hearing this, Luo Qingquan finally felt at ease. Could the young master have really cultivated to the powerful level of six patterns? Luo Qingquan's tongue clicked, but he did not dare to ask more, only bowing his head and listening respectfully to Yu Ze.

"In this grand trial, if Buli can enter the top three, that would be best. If not, take him as an outer sect disciple and see what his talent is like," Yu Ze said calmly. "If he can survive the young master's hands."

"Yes," Luo Qingquan thought in surprise, wondering why this young man named Buli had received such favor from the main sect. What a stroke of luck.

After saying the last words, Yu Ze looked at Buli's faint figure hidden in the forest in the mirage, his gaze fixed, as if trying to see through Buli's secrets.