Chapter 76

"YOU!" The female disciple of Henshan Sect looked at Bu Li in disbelief, stomped her foot, and turned to leave.

"Have a good walk, no need to send you off," Bu Li said with a smile. These people from the Soul澜 Continent always thought they were superior, especially when facing the descendants of Xishan. Bu Li was unwilling to be a dog that barked and wagged its tail for pity. Even if I am a salted fish, so what? When the salted fish turns over, it will still stir up the cold air! What are you, anyway?

Hu Wu did not comment on Bu Li's actions, his hands tucked inside his black robe, as if he was a bit cold. It was already late autumn, and it was getting colder. Bu Li took out a small garment sewn by Cai Xiaoxian from his storage bag and draped it over Hu Wu. Although he knew that with Hu Wu's strength, the cold was not a problem, Bu Li still did such things out of habit.

When he put it on, the small garment that fit Bu Li closely was a bit loose on Hu Wu, perfectly enveloping him.

The female disciple of Henshan Sect was quite favored by Luo Qingquan within the sect. Although Luo Qingquan was vague when she left, she repeatedly instructed her to be polite, hinting that she should not offend Bu Li. At the time, the female disciple did not understand the hidden meaning in Luo Qingquan's words. She turned and left in anger, but the strange look Luo Qingquan had when she gave her the instructions appeared in her mind. She had a sudden thought: Could the master really mean this?

No wonder this young man dared to speak to her like that. She wanted to turn back, but her pride wouldn't allow it. But if she really went back... At this moment, the female disciple of Henshan Sect was conflicted, hesitant, and depressed, feeling quite literary.

If this young man goes to Henshan Sect and she was wrong, he would have a hard time. If she guessed right about the master's meaning, she wouldn't make a mistake. Finding a reason to convince herself, the female disciple felt a bit smug about her quick wit.

Since she understood, Bu Li's words didn't matter much. The female disciple of Henshan Sect turned around and said as kindly as possible, "Since you're taking these two, let's go together. This time, I'll let it slide, but in the future, you must work hard to live up to the master's expectations."

If it were in the past, Bu Li would have teased her a bit. Although Bu Li wasn't the type to press his advantage, he didn't have much patience with people who were arrogant. But thinking about Yu Ze's parting words, "Young man, don't be arrogant and domineering," he smiled slightly and said, "Alright, in the future, as fellow disciples, I hope Senior Sister will take good care of me."

"Sure thing," the female disciple of Henshan Sect said, though she was unhappy, she put on a magnanimous act. A small wave was forcibly suppressed. As for whether it would ferment and cause trouble in the future, no one knew.

The group headed east, and the Bai Ling clan's farewell was rudely rejected by the female disciple of Henshan Sect. She didn't even want to talk to these descendants, let alone pretend to be polite.

After half a day of walking, only Cai Xiaoxian was lively, bouncing around. She usually lived in the mountains with Bu Li and had no chance to go east. Now, seeing the different scenery, her little face was flushed with excitement.

The female disciple of Henshan Sect, feeling a bit humiliated, deliberately walked fast. Bu Li, being tall, didn't notice, but Cai Xiaoxian, oblivious, followed closely behind Bu Li, not showing any signs of fatigue. Hu Wu, like a shadow, "floated" behind them, as if he wasn't walking but being carried by the wind.

The female disciple of Henshan Sect was surprised, seeing that her silent test yielded no results. She assumed these mountain people were used to walking on flat ground. As for the shadow-like Hu Wu behind her, she didn't notice at all. Hu Wu was like a non-existent entity, not drawing any attention.

After half a day, they had left Bai Ling Town and the Xishan area. The surroundings gradually became desolate, with low wild grass growing stubbornly, exuding a sense of desolation. This place was called the Wasteland, and Bu Li had been there before. However, there were no large animals, only some wild wolves and jackals. Wild wolves were manageable, but jackals, being scavengers, had unpleasant meat. Moreover, they were extremely cunning, with strong patience and endurance, making them hard to hunt. Bu Li had only been there once and never wanted to return.

Occasionally, jackals appeared in the low grass, watching Bu Li's group. It seemed these Wasteland rulers had a sensitive sense of smell, knowing these people were not easy to deal with. They just watched and then disappeared into the desolation.

After a while, Bu Li saw more jackals in the Wasteland, like a large family waiting for a large animal to die. Bu Li knew the habits of wild beasts well and became cautious. The female disciple of Henshan Sect was still walking ahead, unaware of the impending danger.

They had already seen over ten jackals, big and small, which disappeared into the wilderness upon seeing Bu Li's group. Bu Li didn't bother with these small creatures; everyone had to make a living. If he wasn't starving, Bu Li wouldn't live in the mountains, preferring to farm and live a carefree life.

However, these jackals were too persistent, like Dahei, clinging on. Perhaps they were starving, staring at Bu Li's group, sensing danger but unwilling to give up easily. They watched from a distance, not rushing to attack.

As the sky began to darken, a black shadow seemed to be lying on the desolate yellow earth, moving slowly but weakly. A few jackals were circling nearby, and about ten yards away, there was a dead silver-backed jackal.

The distance was too great for Bu Li to see more. To determine how long the dead silver-backed jackal had been there, he would have to get closer.

Bu Li didn't make a sound, just raised his alertness. After a moment, the female disciple of Henshan Sect was startled, holding a weapon that looked like an Emei dagger. She held it with both hands, one in front and one behind, her soul power subtly fluctuating, clearly ready to use her pattern's power. Bu Li shook his head; this girl was just aggressive and had no practical combat experience. In other words, she was a complete novice.

"Who's there!" the female disciple of Henshan Sect shouted.

Bu Li looked at her back helplessly, thinking, I'm not afraid of a god-like opponent, but I'm afraid of a pig-like teammate. This noisy person is so annoying. If Bu Li had been with Cai Xiaoxian and Dahei, they would have already hidden in the Wasteland, making it hard to find them. They wouldn't stand there like a target.

The black shadow moved slightly, and the jackals, hearing the female disciple's shout, scattered, but some were still watching from a distance. Dahei's scent made all the jackals cautious. These Wasteland rulers were cautious, careful, and patient. Without a sure thing, they would rather miss a good meal.

Bu Li liked this cautious nature.

Seeing the jackals leave, the female disciple of Henshan Sect quickly approached. Not far away, the black shadow seemed to be a person, nearly dead. Seeing it was a person and not a powerful wild beast, she relaxed and said without turning back, "Go check it out."

Bu Li felt annoyed but didn't argue with the female disciple of Henshan Sect. He adjusted his hand crossbow and longbow, then walked forward. His steps were large, and in two steps, he was already close. He landed silently, as if tiptoeing. If he hadn't walked past the female disciple of Henshan Sect, she wouldn't have known what Bu Li was doing.

It was a person, face down, with a bloody and mangled back, with small insects crawling in the rotting flesh.

Even in this state, he was still alive. Humans, sometimes, are incredibly resilient. Bu Li thought, with such severe injuries, he refused to die, even as the wound rotted. Could there be some deep-seated obsession?

No! Bu Li's steps slowed slightly. What was next to the person? Wasn't it a snow wolf skin? This snow wolf skin looked familiar, like his own. Could this person be Yang Cance?

He quickly approached and saw it was indeed Yang Cance. The wound from the self-destructive pattern on his back had stopped bleeding, but the flesh was mangled and colorless, with white maggots crawling around. Yang Cance had no one to treat him and couldn't heal himself. He had been thrown here by his clan, enduring for who knows how long.

Bu Li roughly estimated that from the time he defeated Yang Cance on the Tianci Platform, to entering the Divine Legacy Mountains, and then practicing in Bai Ling Town, at least seven or eight days had passed. Yang Cance had probably not had a drop of water, relying on his strong will to survive.

Yang Ye's cold voice still echoed in Bu Li's ears. Although Yang Cance's injuries were his fault, on the Tianci Platform, life and death were determined by fate. Bu Li had no ill will towards Yang Cance and even threw the snow wolf skin over his back to cover the wound. Now, encountering Yang Cance, Bu Li felt a mix of emotions. He walked forward, left foot in front, right foot behind. If his judgment was wrong and this person attacked, his right knee could launch an attack in an instant.

Sometimes, Bu Li was even more cautious than the jackals.