Chapter 127: The Great Hunt

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: The Great Hunt

The situation on White Cloud Mountain was turbulent, and as time went on, it was feared that even more powerful masters would arrive. This time, it had only been Tuoba Quan, whom Ye Xing could handle with ease. If someone stronger, with a more profound background, were to show up, it would likely be a real headache.

Therefore, Ye Xing decided to have Qiao’Er and the others temporarily leave the Ye Mansion and take refuge at the Great River Gang’s headquarters in Green River Town to lie low. As for the Ye Mansion itself, it no longer mattered. Even if it were destroyed, at worst, he would just spend hundreds of Gold Coins to rebuild it. After all, now that the Purple Light Group Teleportation Gate was inside his Qiankun Cloth Bag, Ye Xing had far fewer concerns.

After Qiao’Er and the others left, Ye Xing immediately unplugged all the electrical appliances in the mansion. Without power, the appliances were just a pile of iron lumps.

In truth, it was unlikely anyone would come to seize the mansion in the future. After all, the truly powerful masters, in order to gain an advantage in the fight for the Innate Spiritual Treasure, would probably have to keep their eyes on the Thousand-Year-Old Banyan Tree at all times, not daring to leave for even a moment. As for young masters like Tuoba Quan, Ye Xing could handle them with ease. Still, to be on the safe side, it was naturally better to prepare in advance.

After taking care of everything, Ye Xing mounted his Gale Leopard and headed up the mountain, returning to the Thousand-Year-Old Banyan Tree.

The Gale Leopard was an Eighth-level Demon Beast, and one that excelled at speed. With the Gale Leopard’s help, most Ninth Realm Martial Artists would have a hard time stopping Ye Xing. Therefore, Ye Xing planned to watch the excitement unfold and, while at it, meet some of these heroic Martial Artists to gain more experience in the martial world.

At this moment, more and more Martial Artists were converging on White Cloud Mountain. While heading up the mountain, the figures of many hurrying Martial Artists could be seen.

TAP! TAP-TAP-TAP!

The Gale Leopard’s four limbs struck the ground, moving as fast as the wind. In just a few moments, it arrived beside the Thousand-Year-Old Banyan Tree.

It was now morning, and the number of Martial Artists near the Thousand-Year-Old Banyan Tree had surged to around six hundred. The crowd was either perched on the branches or standing on the ground below, surrounding the Thousand-Year-Old Banyan Tree in layer after layer.

The outer perimeter was mostly composed of Second and Third Realm Qi Cultivation Stage Martial Artists. The more powerful Martial Artists had already occupied the inner area, very close to the Thunder Heart Spring Wood—that is, the main trunk of the Big Banyan Tree.

With several hundred Martial Artists gathered, the sound of their various discussions made the surroundings boisterous and lively.

"It’s over, it’s over! More and more masters are arriving. We probably have no hope of getting the Thunder Heart Spring Wood!"

"Yeah, I was originally hoping the Thunder Heart Spring Wood would finish maturing sooner so we could snatch it first!"

"Definitely no hope. Three to five Martial Arts Ninth Layer masters have already shown up, and there are more than a dozen at the Martial Arts Eighth Layer!"

"That’s nothing! Haven’t you noticed that even Gao Zhisong is here?"

"Gao Zhisong? You don’t mean the Seven-Snake Centipede Whip, Gao Zhisong, who’s ranked seventy-ninth on the Wind and Cloud List?"

"That’s right, that’s him. He just arrived a moment ago. Look, he’s right over there!"

"The Wind and Cloud List features the 108 most powerful Martial Arts Ninth Layer masters, those closest to the Innate Realm. This Gao Zhisong’s strength must be terrifying."

"I think we should just leave. Since we can’t get the treasure, if we stay here, it’ll be bad if we get caught in the crossfire when the masters start fighting."

"What’s the hurry to leave? It hasn’t even started yet! The Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi is so dense here. Staying here to cultivate will be of great benefit to our Cultivation."

The many Martial Artists were either cultivating or chatting idly.

Riding his Gale Leopard, Ye Xing also entered the inner area around the Big Banyan Tree.

Looking around, Ye Xing noticed that the Martial Artists in this inner area all had powerful auras. He paid particular attention to a middle-aged man in a green robe who had a black Iron Whip tucked into his belt. The whip had seven segments, each covered in sharp barbs that were chilling to behold.

The Martial Artists in the inner area were all surrounding the main trunk of the Big Banyan Tree. Each one sat cross-legged, gathering their strength and preparing to strike at any moment.

Ye Xing also sat down cross-legged by the Big Banyan Tree, with his Gale Leopard standing guard beside him. He didn’t put too much pressure on himself regarding the Thunder Heart Spring Wood. It would be a great fortune if he could obtain it, but if not, Ye Xing wouldn’t force it. In short, life came first, treasure second.

Just as Ye Xing was sitting cross-legged and cultivating, suddenly—

"CHIRP! CHIRP!" "CHIRP! CHIRP!"

A clear, crisp birdsong rang out. A palm-sized little purple eagle flew down from the sky, passed through the dense banyan leaves, and landed on Ye Xing’s shoulder, where it began to preen its feathers.

"Huh? Is that—"

"Isn’t that a Purple Lightning Golden Eagle?"

"Heavens, it really is a Purple Lightning Golden Eagle! That young man actually has one!"

"The Purple Lightning Golden Eagle is absurdly powerful. If it reaches maturity, even Innate Realm experts would have to give it a wide berth!"

"Quick, that young man’s strength is low, and the Purple Lightning Golden Eagle is just a hatchling. We can still snatch it!"

Cries of alarm echoed through the woods. One by one, the cross-legged Martial Artists opened their eyes, their burning gazes all turning to the little purple eagle on Ye Xing’s shoulder.

"Little Zhi, didn’t I tell you to go back to Green River Town with Qiao’Er? What are you doing here? If you keep being so naughty, I’m really going to make a birdcage and lock you—" As Ye Xing was scolding Little Zhi, he suddenly felt terrifying waves of killing intent wash over him from the woods.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

Martial Artists, brimming with killing intent, used their Lightweight Skills and charged toward Ye Xing.

The bone-chilling killing intent sent the fallen leaves in the woods flying wildly.

"Holy shit, what the fuck is going on?! Gale, quick, we have to run! Head up the mountain! Up the mountain!"

Although he was completely baffled, Ye Xing’s movements were anything but slow. The moment he saw the murderous looks on the Martial Artists’ faces, he knew they had hostile intentions and quickly climbed onto the Gale Leopard’s back.

Demonic energy surged from the Gale Leopard’s body as it transformed into a cyan shadow, racing toward the summit of White Cloud Mountain.

"Quick, don’t let him escape!"

"Kid, hand over the Purple Lightning Golden Eagle immediately, and we’ll spare your life!"

Behind him, the Martial Artists surged with True Qi, using their Lightweight Step Techniques to give chase.

’Purple Lightning Golden Eagle? Are they talking about Little Zhi? What the hell is Little Zhi’s origin? Why has everyone gone crazy with greed? Right, I got that purple Demon Beast Egg from Zhao Tianxuan and Miao Wuxie. Wait, what were Zhao Tianxuan and Miao Wuxie fighting to the death for back then? Could it have been for Little Zhi? Fuck!’ Ye Xing’s eyes flickered, and a bitter smile touched his lips. He shot a resentful look at the Little Purple Eagle on his shoulder. "Little Zhi, you little troublemaker! I told you not to run around! Now you’ve really screwed your old man over! So many people are chasing me! Aaaah!"

"Kid, hand over the Purple Lightning Golden Eagle at once!"

"Quick, hand over the Purple Lightning Golden Eagle, or you’re dead for sure!"

Furious shouts echoed from behind him.

"Hand it over? Hand over my fucking ass! I’m the one who hatched Little Zhi! Even if he’s a little shit, he’s still my kid! Go hand over your own damn mother!" Ye Xing screamed, then urged, "Gale, faster! Go faster! There’s a cliff at the summit! Head for the edge of the cliff, faster!"

(First Chapter of the day, continuing on to the second!)