Chapter 281: Tathāgata Budda
"Bald donkey, are you freaking tracking me?"
Qin Jun’s forehead throbbed with a bulging vein as he asked with an unfriendly tone, clearly having no fondness for Sang Liang.
After landing on the grass, Sang Liang stood and dusted off his backside with a laugh. "How could that be? Your men are so strong; if I had been tracking you, they would’ve noticed long ago."
Qin Jun curled his lip, contemplating whether to eradicate this fellow, as he always felt that Sang Liang was up to no good.
The monks in the lawless lands are all no good—how could a truly compassionate monk come here?
"There’s a legend about the Valley of Death, do you want to know it, Young Master Jun Qing?" Sang Liang walked over with a smile, casting a look of wonder at Yuan Hong as he clicked his tongue. "It’s rare for members of the Demon Clan to cultivate to this level, and they usually have high self-esteem. I never expected you to associate with a member of the Human Clan so much weaker than you."
Though Yuan Hong looked human, he had white fur on the backs of his hands, neck, and face—anyone could tell he was a monkey that had attained a spirit’s enlightenment.
Facing Sang Liang’s provocation, Yuan Hong remained indifferent. Qin Jun, slightly impatient, said, "If you have something to say, say it, don’t beat around the bush!"
Valley of Death had its prohibitions, and even Lei Zhenzi and Yuan Hong couldn’t penetrate them with their Divine Consciousness, indicating a formidable origin.
Perhaps this was also why the Abyss Sect had set up a sub-division here.
"It is said that a long time ago, a demon rampaged across the Southern Domain, without respect for laws and morals, even outraging the monks of the Demonic Dao, leading both the righteous and demonic paths to join forces and suppress it here, within Valley of Death—the place of the demon’s imprisonment," Sang Liang said with a smirk, but his tone made it hard to take his words seriously.