Chapter 43: The Enemies Have Arrived

Cang Luo stared at Erha with suspicion, then said cautiously: “Three things like me? You mean three people—remember, my race is called human.”

After correcting Erha’s understanding, Cang Luo immediately manipulated the satellite camera to scan the depths of the forest.

He’d been monitoring the wolf pack for days and forgot to watch other areas, especially when he’d been forced to cut off the satellite feed while activating the array and subduing Erha.

Fortunately, no beast had attacked, or he’d have had no time to flee.

After checking, it was indeed as Erha said: three people were in the forest several li away, dressed in green robes—outer disciples of the Profound Heaven Sect, all male.

“Didn’t expect to run into fellow sect members this far out...”

Cang Luo exhaled in relief, but adhering to the principle of caution, he kept watching them closely.

Zooming in the camera’s view through sparse gaps in the trees, Cang Luo patiently observed the three; when they occasionally looked up at the sky, he caught sight of their faces.

The three outer disciples were cautiously advancing toward him, sometimes crouching to examine something, sometimes whispering to each other.

The leader, a short-haired youth, was tall and muscular, his stern expression imposing.

A few steps behind him was a tied-hair youth, smaller in stature, ordinary-looking—the kind who vanished in a crowd, just like Cang Luo before his transmigration.

The last youth was slender; notable were his striking triangular eyes, radiating malice and sleaze.

Cang Luo frowned, feeling the triangular-eyed youth looked familiar—like someone he’d seen before.

Seeing the three draw nearer, Cang Luo suddenly froze, puzzled: “Isn’t that triangular-eyed guy the one who helped Chen Dahu get treated? He even argued with me on Chen Dahu’s behalf.”

“Aowu!” Erha barked beside him, asking what was wrong.

Cang Luo patted Erha’s head and continued watching the three.

As he watched, he realized the short youth also looked familiar—after defeating Chen Dahu, two outer disciples had helped him away for treatment.

One was the triangular-eyed youth; the other was probably this short one.

Cang Luo felt uneasy, then turned to the imposing leader—and suddenly noticed he bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Chen Dahu; without hair, perhaps nine-tenths...

At this point, even a fool would understand their identities and why they were here.

The short-haired leader was almost certainly Chen Dahu’s older brother, Chen Dalong—here for revenge.

The other two were accomplices; since Chen Dalong had never seen him, they needed someone to identify him, and Chen Dalong must’ve promised them plenty of rewards.

“Damn it, how did they know I was here? When did they start following me?”

Cang Luo turned pale and immediately manipulated the satellite to find an escape route.

After confirming an escape route, Cang Luo told Erha: “Your boss’s enemies are here—we’re getting out. Go back to your beast space.”

As Cang Luo gathered his things to flee, Erha didn’t immediately obey.

Erha’s two heads exchanged glances, then transmitted to Cang Luo: “Run? Why run?”

“Because...”

Cang Luo opened his mouth but couldn’t speak, hesitation flooding his mind.

Yeah... why should I run?

Chen Dalong was said to be at Warrior Seventh Layer—though that was over twenty days ago; now he’s probably at most Warrior Eighth.

The other two were lower, at most Warrior Fourth or Fifth.

I’m currently Warrior Sixth. Even if I’m lower than Chen Dalong, I’ve got my external aid and a beast companion.

I’m not necessarily outmatched—if I run, where would I go?

Could I escape back to Earth?

Suddenly understanding, Cang Luo calmed down quickly and looked at Erha firmly: “Can you fight?”

“Aowu! Aowu!”

Erha answered with an excited howl; his right blue-furred head spat a two-meter-long tongue of flame into the pit.

Orange-red flames roared up, fueled by branches and dry leaves, sending a wave of heat that forced Cang Luo back.

Cang Luo stared in shock, about to hug Erha and praise him—when he noticed his left silver-furred head opening its mouth as if preparing something, so he waited patiently, hopeful.

A few breaths later, Erha’s left silver head spat out a cloud of white mist.

The mist drifted slowly, enveloping the surrounding space in swirling obscurity.

Erha answered Cang Luo’s question with action, then transmitted: “Boss, I now have endless yuan power.”

Before, I could only spit fire once and mist once—but now, I feel I could do it a hundred times, even a thousand.”

Erha wagged his tail excitedly and bounded to Cang Luo’s side, begging for praise.

“Good job!” Cang Luo grabbed both of Erha’s heads and rubbed them hard, though internally he wondered: was his left head malfunctioning?

Brain short-circuit? Meridians blocked? Yuan power not flowing?

Can’t spit fire, only mist?

Still, not bad—it could create fog to block enemy vision.

And what did Erha mean by “endless yuan power”?

Could he also draw infinite yuan power from the satellite?

No time to ask—enemies were drawing near. Cang Luo smirked and told Erha: “Hide. Wait for my order. There’ll be a big fight soon.”

“Yes, Boss!”

Erha let out a low howl, sprinted behind a giant cedar dozens of meters away, hid himself in white mist, and peeked out one head, excitedly watching Cang Luo.

Cang Luo smiled confidently, dispersed the array, sat beside the fire pit, pulled out a wild fruit from his robe, skewered it on a branch, and began roasting it while watching Chen Dalong’s trio approach.

Minutes later, Cang Luo heard rustling footsteps behind him; he didn’t turn—after all, their every move was under satellite surveillance.

“Brother Chen, he’s over there.” Zhang Youliang immediately recognized Cang Luo.

“Finally found him,” Wang Lei wiped sweat, exhausted.

Hearing their voices, Cang Luo sneered inwardly, though a touch of tension crept in—they were three.

Hmph! So it’s Chen Dalong.

He took a deep breath, forced calm, turned around, glanced at their robes, then feigned surprise: “You’re Profound Heaven Sect disciples?

Wonderful! Didn’t expect to meet you here—I got lost and been trapped for days.”

“Hehe!” Zhang Youliang exchanged glances with Wang Lei upon hearing this, revealing long-absent smiles.

These past days had worn them out—five full days wandering the beast-infested forest without preparation.

They’d faced multiple battles, nearly died in beast jaws; luckily, Chen Dalong’s strength carried them through.

Looking at Cang Luo, Zhang Youliang and Wang Lei’s eyes brimmed with mockery.

They laughed at this worthless fool—he didn’t even realize he was doomed, still hoping they’d help him escape the beast forest?

How ridiculous!

They’d already decided: they’d make Cang Luo pay for every ounce of suffering they’d endured.

But they waited for the main one to speak, turning to Chen Dalong for orders.

Chen Dalong wore a cruel expression, pondering how to torture the man who crippled his younger brother.

After a long pause, he stepped forward and growled: “Do you know who I am?”

Cang Luo looked bewildered and shook his head: “No. Are you a sect member sent to search for lost disciples?”

Chen Dalong’s anger turned to a bitter laugh, his chest swelling with rage.

He wanted to see what expression this man would wear when he learned his identity—fear? Shock?

Chen Dalong didn’t reveal himself. He continued: “Do you know who Chen Dahu is?”

As soon as he spoke, Chen Dalong saw Cang Luo’s face flicker with hesitation and fear, then slowly retreat.

Zhang Youliang and Wang Lei immediately circled behind, blocking Cang Luo’s escape.

Cang Luo feigned helplessness, terrified: “W-what are you doing? What’s your connection to Chen Dahu?”

“Hehe! You’re scared?” Chen Dalong sneered, then roared: “Chen Dahu is my brother—my own flesh and blood!

Tell me—what do you think I’m here for?”

Cang Luo feigned terror, exclaiming: “What? You’re here for revenge?

It was a fair duel! Are you trying to avenge him? Don’t you fear breaking sect rules? Don’t you fear expulsion?”

Chen Dalong laughed coldly: “Hah! Don’t worry—I won’t kill you. I’ll make you wish you were dead.

As for breaking sect rules? Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you can’t utter a single word.”

The thought of Cang Luo’s future suffering thrilled Chen Dalong. He ordered Zhang Youliang: “Go break every last one of this worthless fool’s teeth—so he can’t bite his tongue to die.”

Zhang Youliang’s eyes lit up. He immediately obeyed, walking slowly toward Cang Luo, still bitter over that day’s verbal clash.

A Warrior Third Layer waste dared to disrespect a Warrior Fourth Layer like him? Dared to talk back?

Back then, Zhang Youliang had wanted to slap him—but dared not, with Cang Feng present.

He’d waited over twenty days for this chance to teach Cang Luo a lesson.

Zhang Youliang felt ecstatic, stepping before Cang Luo and sneering: “Waste, today I’ll teach you how to respect your senior.”

Without waiting for a reply, he swung his fist straight at Cang Luo’s chin.

He meant to shatter his teeth with one blow.

He expected a clean hit—but was stunned when Cang Luo dared to resist, raising his palm to block the punch.

Zhang Youliang froze, then sneered—he hadn’t used any technique, hadn’t even channeled yuan power. It was just a plain punch.

He feared killing him outright, so it made sense the fool could block it.

“Dare to resist? Hmph! Last-ditch struggle.”

Zhang Youliang looked down at Cang Luo with contempt, retracted his fist, and prepared to strike back with a heavy blow infused with five-tenths of his yuan power.

But something unimaginable happened—more unbelievable than Cang Luo’s resistance.

He, couldn’t pull his fist back?!

His own fist was firmly gripped in the hands of this worthless fool, utterly motionless.

What is going on?

Zhang Youliang was stunned, his triangular eyes fixed on Cang Luo’s left hand with confusion.

But only for a moment—he realized something was wrong and immediately reacted, channeling martial technique through his left hand to punch Cang Luo.

Yet, this punch was caught by Cang Luo’s other hand.

Zhang Youliang was utterly bewildered, his heart filled with horror!

This was the full-power Earth Demon Fist!

Though the Earth Demon Fist was only a Low-Grade Yellow-level martial art, its power far surpassed the opponent’s Thunder Rush Palm.

Zhang Youliang was desperately struggling to free both hands from Cang Luo’s grip, while Chen Dalong and Wang Lei, watching from the side, were clueless and assumed he was merely playing with Cang Luo.

“What are you doing? Stop fooling around.”

Chen Dalong frowned slightly—he realized Zhang Youliang wasn’t playing; he looked like he was struggling terribly.

And that worthless fool, Cang Luo, had changed—he no longer showed fear; instead, his face wore a calm, confident expression.

“I-I’m about to...”

Zhang Youliang gritted his teeth and forced his Yuan Wheel to activate, drawing upon all his Yuan energy—but still could not break free from Cang Luo’s grip.

After struggling further, he suddenly noticed a faint smile on Cang Luo’s lips—as if mocking him.

A sense of unease surged in Zhang Youliang; instinctively, he sent a Yuan Insight to probe Cang Luo’s cultivation base.

As his Yuan Insight touched Cang Luo’s palm and prepared to delve deeper, something shocking happened again.

He couldn’t probe Cang Luo’s cultivation base at all?

His Yuan Insight had barely begun its probe when it was violently repelled by Cang Luo’s own Yuan Insight!

What did this mean?

Zhang Youliang’s eyes widened in shock—he knew there was only one possible explanation.

That the other’s cultivation base was higher than his own!

But how could that be?

His own cultivation base was Warrior Fourth Layer; that meant the other must be at least Warrior Fifth Layer!

Yet, this worthless fool was only Warrior Third Layer just over twenty days ago—lower than him by one layer.

Now, how could he be higher?

Zhang Youliang swallowed hard, trembling with shock and fear: “W-What is your cultivation base?!”