Chapter 800 - 141: The Quantu Demon Tribe Competes for a Worthy Disciple
A ten-zhang long inky Xuan Guang streaked across the sky, heading towards Zhao You Heavenly Pond.
Luo Xiao rode the wind and controlled the light, parting the clouds, exerting all her strength in a frantic flight, holding tightly a child around five or six years old, as if crafted from jade, in her arms.
Behind her, however, two fierce winds were in hot pursuit, several miles apart, seemingly whispering faint shouts and curses, yet she was deaf to it, driving the Xuan Guang forward relentlessly.
Soon, the Zhao You Heavenly Pond was clearly in sight, she glanced over, joy blooming on her face, hugging the child tighter in her arms.
The two trailing her had no simple backgrounds, she did not wish to return directly to Zhao You Heavenly Pond, fearing she’d cause Zhang Yan trouble, preferring to circle around before going back.
Yet these two pursuers chased too closely, utterly unable to shake them off; all the way from Beiming Continent, she hadn’t slept or rested, flying continuously for twenty-nine days, but had enough Elixir Pills on her, or she might not have held out.
Even so, the Elixir Pills ran out yesterday, she was nearing the brink of exhaustion, barely able to carry on.
Seeing the pair’s qi power remained unchanged, seemingly unfatigued, she sighed inwardly, fully abandoning that thought.
A moment later, she arrived before the Mountain Protection Array, pinching a spell to leap into it.
Seeing her figure vanish within the array gate, the two fierce winds halted instantly, circling briefly before heading to a distant hilltop, then plummeting down, revealing two robust figures.
These two Demon Cultivators wore similar attire, their bodies burly and tall, about one zhang high, torso bare, muscles full, tendons and bones prominent, waist wrapped with a palm-wide silk sash, a large red tassel hanging down, lower half in iron chainmail skirts, donned thick-soled high boots, appearing extraordinarily fierce.
They both possessed Hua Dan Cultivation, though higher than Luo Xiao by a realm, because they cultivated Power Dao, their flying speed wasn’t much faster, barely trailing Luo Xiao here with their full qi power.
One cultivator, bucktooth with jutting lips, a face full of reddish-brown mane, anxiously said: "Wang Kuijia, what should we do? This is the Mingcang Sect’s territory, we can’t barge in."
With their brazen and tyrannical nature, if it were any other Sect, regardless of its origin, they’d attack first and question later.
However, the Mingcang Sect had dominated north of East Splendor for tens of thousands of years, having battled Beiming Continent Demon Cultivators countless times, slaughtered innumerable Great Demons, their renown instilled fear, making them hesitant to act rashly.
Wang Kuijia defiant said: "I refuse to believe it. She managed to enter the array, why can’t we?"
The demon with a furry face showed disdain, said: "Brother Wang, usually General says you’re more sensible than me, how are you so confused now? I reckon she might be a disciple of Mingcang Sect with a Cave Mansion guardian beast, that array wouldn’t block her."
Demon cultivation is challenging, seeking immortality depends on bloodline or finding a Great Demon to serve; if favored, they might grant benefits. Thirdly, serve Xuanmen Feathered Warriors by guarding Cave Mansions.
This path, though akin to captivity, with good luck and familiarity with Xuanmen cultivators, might lead to a human rebirth and entry into Xuanmen cultivation, thus many Demon Cultivators pursue it eagerly.
Hearing this, Wang Jia cursed bitterly, angry said: "I always said this woman is a trouble, but you wouldn’t listen; you even handed that brat to her. Now it’s over, lost that brat, how do we explain to the General?"
He shouted loudly, foul-smelling spittle spraying on the face of the furry demon cultivator.
The furry demon wasn’t patient either, hearing this his facial mane bristled, cried out grievances: "Brother Wang, you really can’t blame me for this, you know General saw this woman as clever, born with an extraordinary background, intended to make her a concubine, showering her with attention, I’m just a mere trusted aide, failed to win her favor, how could I dare to stop her?"
Wang Kuijia knew his words were true, and now wasn’t the time to blame each other.
He waved irritably, said: "Let’s put this matter aside for now, that brat must die, or when we return, the General might draw and quarter us, strip our hides for a Mountain Suppressing Drum."