Chapter 60: A Letter Arrives at Wang Family Mountain; the Wang Shi Killing God Emerges Once More!

Back in his room, Wang Yulou cultivated for a watch, pushing today's cultivation to the limit Heaven and Earth allowed.

Before sleep, he lay on the bed, eyes open, staring at the void-black night before him.

Wang Yuan was already snoring, but Wang Yulou simply could not fall asleep.

In the moment when all sounds fell silent, Wang Yulou thought of his "meeting" with Mu Yingxi today, and of Mu Yingxi's words.

After a long while, he rose on tiptoe, slipped out the back door of Fuyuan Ju, and entered the backyard of Zhiwei Fang.

Back then, on the road where Hong Mei was escorted by three Wang Shi members, Wang Rongsheng borrowed the message pigeons the Wang Shi had set up in mortal towns to send a plea for aid to the clan leader.

The Wang Shi naturally had means of sending messages in Qing Xi Fang as well, and they were even faster than message pigeons: gray-backed falcons possessing the early-stage cultivation of a mixed demon.

The cultivation of these gray-backed falcons was roughly equivalent to the early stage of Qi Refinement; their flight speed could reach fifteen hundred li per day; they were spiritual birds raised by beast tamers.

The only difference between spiritual birds and beasts, and demonic birds and beasts, lay in the fact that the former had been domesticated by cultivators and could be used directly.

Beside the donkey stable in Zhiwei Fang, two gray-backed falcons snuggled happily together, standing on a wooden beam under the stable.

Seeing Wang Yulou approach, the wooden-spirit stupid donkey in the stable gave a loud snort, pointed its nose toward the fodder direction, and began calling "Er-ah, Er-ah."

Its cry was no small matter; the gray-backed falcons on the beam were awakened. The falcon couple, whose peaceful sleep had been disturbed, did not indulge it; immediately, they pecked its forehead thoroughly.

The attack power of mixed-demon spiritual birds was not low; fortunately, the Wang Shi's wooden-spirit stupid donkey also had cultivation on its body, with thick skin and flesh, so it was not injured.

"Alright, which of you is willing to help me deliver this letter to the clan leader?"

Wang Yulou grabbed a handful of fodder and stuffed it into the stupid donkey, silencing the blockhead, then put forward his request to the falcon couple.

Looking at the note in Wang Yulou's hand, the male and female gray-backed falcons conferred briefly, then finally took flight and landed on Wang Yulou's hand.

Although it was a spiritual bird with cultivation, its species' characteristics determined that its weight and size were not large; thus, even standing on Wang Yulou's hand, Wang Yulou felt no heaviness.

Feeling his finger pecked five times, Wang Yulou asked in surprise.

"Five Dragon-Tiger Cakes? Doesn't delivering a letter require only one?"

Dragon-Tiger Cake—this name sounded intimidating, but in reality it was merely bird and beast spirit fodder made from rhubarb roots and Little Sky Dragons; eating it provided slight benefits to both cultivation and vital energy.

The general method of preparation was to stuff processed rhubarb roots into a gecko's belly, then simply dry it.

The selling price was about one spirit stone for six; the main cost lay entirely in processing the rhubarb roots; the geckos were ordinary geckos.

Thus, even though the falcon couple had opened their mouths wide like lions, it was actually still very cheap.

But Wang Yulou could not forget the Wang Shi family precept—always cut the price by ninety percent first in any transaction.

"At most one; anything more is impossible!"

Hearing Wang Yulou's words, the two gray-backed falcons flew around him in anger, chirping noisily, cursing very harshly.

After cursing for a while, the male gray-backed falcon landed on Wang Yulou's shoulder, pecked Wang Yulou's arm heavily twice, then glared at him fiercely; the meaning was self-evident.

"One and a half, but I can only give it to you tomorrow; if you agree, I will entrust you with delivering the letter.

If you do not agree, I will wait until the Wang Shi's cargo caravan passes through Qing Xi Fang next time to send it out."

Wang Yulou certainly would not indulge these spiritual birds that raised prices at will; the rule set by the Wang Shi was one Dragon-Tiger Cake per delivery; they not only raised prices at will but dared to quintuple it at once.

After cursing for a while longer, the male gray-backed falcon snatched the letter from Wang Yulou's hand with its beak and flew away without looking back.

It was just that in its agile little eyes, there was nothing but contempt.

Foolish human cub, you were so easily tricked into giving half a Dragon-Tiger Cake more from your hand; stupid!

The Wang Shi people liked to slash prices down to the soles of the feet during haggling; under the Wang Shi's intense indoctrination, these spiritual birds had learned how to counter.

Raise the price first; you must raise the price first, then let the Wang Shi idiots slash it down.

Wang Yulou was sleeping soundly, while the male gray-backed falcon carrying the letter sped through the starry night toward Wang Family Mountain.

That year, at thirteen, Wang Yulou and Wang Yuan left Wang Family Mountain together.

Now, three years had already passed.

The male gray-backed falcon flew over the capital of Anbei Kingdom; the myriad lights of this mortal dynasty at its peak represented the Wang Shi, which was moving into an ascending phase.

Flying all the way, the light of dawn caught up with its shadow; its agile form reflected on the water surface; the male gray-backed falcon, having flown all night, landed on a floating log in a nameless lake.

It gently lowered its head, drank a few mouthfuls of water, then took flight again accompanied by the morning sun.

It passed through flat fields, passed through waterfalls in the forest.

Finally, amidst surging waves of mountains, it found the hidden entrance to the Wang Shi clan territory.

Beneath a sheer cliff, a greenish underground river flowed out from a rock cave at the cliff's base; the gray-backed falcon in midair suddenly dove, its body pressed close to the river surface, and flew into the Wang Shi clan territory's Earth Secret Realm.

Passing through the artificially shaped underground river, concealed by the mountains, a place like a paradise hid here.

All around were thousand-zhang-high mountains; above the sky, an array formed by cloud layers provided concealment; protected by these mountains and the cloud array, the Wang Shi clan territory was as beautiful as a fairyland in the human world.

Abundant spiritual energy made the male gray-backed falcon somewhat intoxicated; flying past scattered and orderly courtyards, it shot straight toward the central plain platform in the basin.

The eighth-grade spiritual object Stupid Donkey Plain, the foundation upon which the Wang Shi rested.

Looking down from the sky, more than a hundred donkeys were scattered across Stupid Donkey Plain, some fighting, some sleeping, some in the process of creating little donkeys.

On this plain high platform rising above the basin's center, four winding streams flowed from the center outward; at the edge of the plain high platform, they turned into waterfalls and fell.

The streams fell underground, then were guided again by four water channels into the array buried deep within Stupid Donkey Plain's earth veins; relying on the array's power, they returned to Stupid Donkey Plain, thus cycling endlessly.

These streams were entirely spiritual water from Qin Yun Qing Xi; the stream itself was also undergoing the process of transforming from spiritual water into a spiritual object.

At the source of the streams, standing in the center of Stupid Donkey Plain, were several verdant old pines.

The spiritual water from Qin Yun Qing Xi flowed from their roots, nourishing them, while simultaneously being nourished by them.

On the thickest old pine, there was a platform grown from pine branches.

Upon it sat a Daoist with closed eyes in cultivation; this was the clan leader of the Wang Shi in Anbei Kingdom.

The male gray-backed falcon landed beside the platform; it jumped twice and placed the letter before Wang Xianmao.

Wang Xianmao did not open his eyes; a gust of wind blew, the letter opened, and written upon it were the words Wang Yulou wished to convey.

On a branch beside the platform stood a beautiful red-crowned spiritual crane; it opened its mouth and asked the gray-backed falcon.

"Gray Beak, shouldn't your wife have been the one to deliver the letter this time?"

Elder Crane's cultivation is profound, having reached the peak of the Minor Demon Realm; he cultivated the Demon Clan Cultivation Method provided by the Wang Shi, and thus can speak directly.

The Grey-backed Falcon cannot; his cultivation is low, his intelligence is not high, and he merely chirped a simple reply.

"Too late, Wang boy, ambush, not safe, I will come."

"A young man of the Wang family was ambushed?" Elder Crane was startled.

A Yu-generation member named Yu Liu has already died, and now another is ambushed; the Wang Shi seems to have suffered many disasters in recent years.

"Vroom~"

Wang Xianmiao ignored the nonsense of the two spiritual birds and blew a bone flute.

This specially made bone flute can achieve directional sound transmission within the Wang family's ancestral lands; when Wang Xianmiao blows different sounds, it represents him summoning the corresponding person.

Soon, a family elder of the Wang Shi arrived before him.

"Yu Lou and Wang Yuan have been out for three years; it is time for them to return. Go fetch them, and be careful on the road."

This family elder had an aged appearance, but his build was incredibly burly, his eyes shone with spiritual light, and his cultivation was at the peak of Qi Condensation.

He nodded thoughtfully and bowed, saying:

"Xian Zhou humbly obeys the elder brother's decree!"

Wang Xian Zhou turned and left, the clan leader's voice echoing in his mind.

"A few years ago, the disciples of Miaofeng Mountain captured Rong Yuan, but he counter-killed them.

Now, they are fighting fiercely with the Gu Shen Zong; on your journey back, make a big scene.

Let those people know that the Wang Shi of the Anbei Kingdom is qualified to enter the game!"

Hearing his elder brother's words, Wang Xian Zhou smiled and waved his hand; he knew exactly how to handle such matters.

The Gu Shen Zong and Miaofeng Mountain are fighting fiercely; Wang Xianmiao's old friends have visited the Wang Shi twice to ask them to pick a side.

But Wang Xianmiao found the benefits offered by Miaofeng Mountain insufficient, so he has been dragging his feet and has not agreed.

This time, sending me out to reveal myself can further raise the entry fee for the Wang Shi.

If they want the Wang Shi to join forces and fight, a little benefit from Miaofeng Mountain won't do; they must bleed!

In Qing Xi Fang, Gao Jian stuffed Zhi Wei Fang's donkey meat fire cakes into his mouth while looking at the fully packed customers inside the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, his drool flowing even more.

But thinking of the news shared by his colleague from the Towned Cultivator's Mansion, he could only drool.

He did not dare to have the slightest courage to take advantage of the situation.

The Wang Shi's background is hard, and in recent years, it has become even harder.

Above, they have high-backed patrons like Master Mangxiang and Xuan Zhuan; below, they have many high-level and peak Qi Condensation enforcers.

A few days ago, that newcomer Wang Rongsheng even declared he would trample the Che family's ancestral lands.

Arrogant, but they have the strength to be arrogant.

Both are doing business, but how many days has the Wang Shi's Hundred Treasures Pavilion been open, yet the old shops competing with it are suffering terribly.

"Boss, someone is flying on a flying weapon in Qing Xi Fang!"

Gao Jian's subordinate noticed the anomaly in the sky first and reminded him.

Gao Jian looked up and saw a person riding a white flying carriage, stopping in the sky over Qing Xi Fang.

Arrogant; Gao Jian could feel that the person riding the carriage in the sky was merely a Qi Condensation cultivator, but with spiritual light covering him, his divine sense could not see his face clearly.

Seeing him so arrogant, Gao Jian did not hold back.

He threw down the fire cake, drew the Soul-Locking Rope from his waist with a backhand, and leaped onto the roof of the Hundred Treasures Pavilion in one step.

Using the rope as a whip, with a 'Crack!', Gao Jian whipped the air and shouted:

"Who dares to violate the regulations of Qing Xi Fang!"

It looked fierce, but in reality, he was just asking about the newcomer's background.

He had a brain; since the other dared to be arrogant, they must naturally have strength and background; pretending was enough for himself.

Being a dog requires the awareness of being a dog; there is no need to risk one's life too much.

But...

No matter how careful Gao Jian was, it was useless, because Wang Xian Zhou had come with a mission.

Wang Xian Zhou, sitting on the Mirror Silver Orchid Wood Flying Carriage, saw Gao Jian and smiled, pointing at him.

Spirit-Shocking Sting, a secret technique of the Xian Alliance's envoys.

It specifically strikes a cultivator's soul and spirit, belonging to one of the strongest special attack techniques a Qi Condensation cultivator can master.

Wang Xian Zhou merely pointed lightly, and Gao Jian fell from the roof as if struck by lightning.

Looking at Gao Jian, who had fallen like a dead dog, Wang Xian Zhou dispersed the spiritual light on the flying carriage and spoke teasingly.

"Little Gao, how many years has it been since we met, and you dare bare your teeth at me?"

Former Xian Alliance Envoy, Inner Disciple of the Red Lantern Society, Wang Shi's strongest Qi Condensation killing god, holder of the record for killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the Qi Condensation stage, Wang Xian Zhou, presents himself.