Chapter 401

Wei Yuan, who was sneaking and running, suddenly shivered, feeling a deep resentment upon him, followed by intense fluctuations of magic from behind. To be sensed even from so far away showed the intensity of their battle.

Wei Yuan moved like lightning, but his route was winding. Every time he reached a place that could attract attention, such as a place with spiritual veins, fierce beasts, or spiritual objects, Wei Yuan would leave behind a Flying Sable. These Flying Sables didn't move much, their auras faint and elusive.

At this moment, several images in Wei Yuan's spiritual sense vanished simultaneously, and he could no longer see the great battle between the monk and the Young Island Master. This was because the stones left behind to monitor had been destroyed by the aftermath of their battle.

However, Wei Yuan had already gathered enough information, so the mortals in the Wanli Heshan became busy again. With brand-new materials, the Crouching Dragon and Young Phoenixes began to appear in large numbers.

More and more mortals were joining the research. After receiving a large amount of gifts from heaven and earth, all the immortal plants began to drive their believers to work, not wanting to listen to their useless prayers.

Wei Yuan was the same; he was annoyed looking at the hundreds of idlers in front of his immortal statue, and even more annoyed looking at those in front of the Jade Toad statue. He felt that if they had the time, they should think of more ways to help, as perhaps a Crouching Dragon or Young Phoenix was hidden among them. Moreover, their so-called prayers were either asking for benefits for themselves or bad-mouthing their companions; the closer they appeared on the surface, the more viciously they bad-mouthed each other in private.

In addition to the large number of research-oriented mortals, there were over ten thousand people reclaiming land and farming, although Wei Yuan didn't understand what they were planting.

Finally, there were a small number of mavericks who had been studying the cultivation materials Wei Yuan provided and had already begun to cultivate.

Yet Wei Yuan only took one look to see that these mortals' cultivation aptitude was mediocre; those with true talent were not among this group.

Wei Yuan was deep in thought. It seemed that even if a stupid bird flew first, it didn't necessarily mean it would be useful.

At this time, the sacrificial Dharma Form had gained quite a bit of celestial luck. If he borrowed some more from the shadow in the moon, he could barely allow the young girl Yin-Yang to strike once. But unless it was a last resort, Wei Yuan didn't intend to use her.

The young girl Yin-Yang was too fierce, and there were never any survivors under her hand. Killing some rogue cultivators or retainers was one thing, but if he truly killed the Kong Que Buddha Mother or Zhao Fusheng, that would be a truly major event. This struggle in the mystical realm, in the end, hadn't reached the point of a life-and-death struggle. It didn't matter if some retainers or rogues died, but it wouldn't do if core figures died.

There were enough Dharma Forms sacrificed this time, and Wei Yuan finally estimated that it would take roughly four ordinary Dharma Forms to allow the young girl Yin-Yang to strike once.

But even without using the young girl Yin-Yang, Wei Yuan still had other backup plans, just not needing to use them for now. The mortals had unexpectedly played a huge role, and in Wei Yuan's view, their role was simply equivalent to a second Dragon Eagle.

Although the Kong Que Monk and Zhao Fusheng must still have backup plans, Wei Yuan was naturally not afraid.

At this time, the more chaotic the situation, the better, so Wei Yuan went deep into the territory of the Haili tribe, preparing to drag the Haili tribe into the water as well. Even if the Haili tribe had many experts, Wei Yuan was not afraid, as he still had two top-tier Dharma Forms following him.

Once the Haili tribe's Master Yu Jing experts appeared, the Bao family's Fenhai Zhenjun would naturally step in to take them on. Wei Yuan wasn't too worried about this point. Moreover, a single strike from an ordinary Fenhai Zhenjun wouldn't easily kill Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan went deeper, the surroundings becoming increasingly humid, the faint fishy smell of seawater becoming heavier, and the mucus left by the Haili tribe's activities could be seen everywhere.

Wei Yuan suddenly flashed, hiding into a small cave nearby, and casually sealed the entrance with rock.

Two Haili tribesmen appeared at the intersection, their lower bodies snake-like as they slithered over. These two Haili tribesmen had human upper bodies; one had two arms, while the other had an additional pair of much smaller arms.

The Haili tribe could live on land or in the sea, and their formidable nature was relatively directly related to how many limbs they had. Generally, the larger the body and the more arms, the more terrifying their strength.

These two Haili tribesmen were at the Dao Foundation level. Wei Yuan waited for them to pass in front of him before leaping down, casually knocking them out, and dragging them to a dark place to begin interrogation.

In the Taichu Palace's lessons, the languages and scripts of all major alien races were key points of instruction. The scripts of different races not only differed in shape and meaning, but the magic contained within them was also different, and the principles of how language carried magic were also completely different. Learning a language was equivalent to learning a Daoist system.

Because of their living environment, the Haili tribe was proficient in water and wood-type spells and skilled in controlling water.

Wei Yuan woke the two Haili tribesmen and asked in the Haili language: "Where is your camp, how many people are there, and how many experts?"

The entire interrogation process was fully displayed in the Wanli Heshan. Several people with outstanding linguistic talent had already urgently learned the Haili language for a few days, and Wei Yuan also split off a strand of spiritual sense to translate the interrogation content into the human language.

The Haili tribesman with a pair of small arms didn't want to pay attention to Wei Yuan and spat at him.

Wei Yuan dodged the spit.

At this time, the Crouching Dragon and Young Phoenixes offered a strategy: The Sea tribe people were arrogant and conceited; reasoning with them was too slow, so it was better to slice them like sashimi.

Wei Yuan followed the advice, a flying sword appearing in his hand. He first scraped off a scale from the snake body, then looked at the texture of the meat and sliced horizontally with the sword.

The Haili tribesman was alarmed, panic and fear appearing in his eyes. The lower-cultivation Haili tribesman beside him had his pupils dilated, his dorsal fins all folded—this was a sign of extreme fear.

Haili tribe meat was delicious, and the higher the cultivation, the fresher and sweeter the meat, especially those with snake lower bodies, which were top-tier delicacies.

Generally speaking, the human immortal cultivation world had an unwritten rule: do not eat intelligent races. But rules were dead, and people were alive. From ancient times to the present, there had never been a shortage of people who didn't want to follow the rules. Some people were even proud of being able to break the rules, using this to label themselves as different.

Therefore, at the secret banquets of high-level cultivators and wealthy merchants in the Wu State, various Haili tribe ingredients were never in short supply, to the point where capturing the Haili tribe had become an industry, and a large-scale one at that, supporting countless cultivators.

The Haili tribe had launched countless wars over this, often fighting to mutual destruction. There were dozens, if not a hundred, treaties signed between the Wu State, the East Sea islands, and the Haili tribe forbidding the consumption of the Sea tribe, but every time, they would become waste paper within a few years.

Many upper-class people in the Wu State not only ate it themselves but also sold Haili ingredients to other countries, which were well-received. Some cultivators who prided themselves on justice were unwilling to stain themselves with the sin of killing, so another industry arose in the Wu State: proxy killing.

Those engaged in the proxy killing industry were the lowest-level cultivators, and even mortals. All they needed to do was give the Haili tribe the final blow and bear the sin. One blow was worth one or two immortal silvers, so many people flocked to it.

Wei Yuan's technique at this moment was the standard method for slicing fish. The two Haili tribesmen naturally recognized it and instantly knew their fate, shivering.

At truly high-level secret banquets, in order to maintain the freshness and original flavor of the ingredients, proxy killing was not used. Instead, spells were used to keep the ingredients alive, and they were sliced and sent directly to the dining table. A sophisticated secret banquet required the time from slicing to entering the mouth to be no more than three breaths.

In the eyes of the two Haili tribesmen, Wei Yuan was about to take the ingredients alive.

Unable to suppress their fear, they finally collapsed and confessed everything they knew. After getting the answers, Wei Yuan shot out two strands of magic, shattering their consciousness.

The grudge between the human race and the Haili tribe had lasted at least tens of thousands of years. Not to mention ancient times, just in the last hundred years, the Haili tribe had conquered three major islands in the East Sea, killing nearly ten million people on the islands, and had launched several tsunamis that submerged the coastal areas of the Wu State, with each disaster counting in the millions.

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To this day, the grievances between the two sides had long been unclear, and Wei Yuan had never been a soft-hearted person. Entering the mystical realm this time, Wei Yuan knew that one of his main tasks was to clear out the Sea tribe here, which was also one of the keys to winning over the Bao family's elders.

As for whether the Kong Que Monk and Zhao Fusheng would follow, Wei Yuan wasn't worried at all, unless the Kong Que Monk could find the real Flying Sable.

But the Flying Sable hadn't eaten the aura of the Langya Divine Wood for nothing; it was equivalent to increasing its own luck. Wei Yuan had also secretly blessed it with several strands of green energy, and although it was a bit unorthodox, the result was that the sable's luck surged.

The Kong Que Monk had clearly inherited the Dharma Form of his predecessors and had karmic destiny. People like him could often jump out of the five elements and be unaffected by the world, but the consequence was that his luck couldn't be raised.

In the last few hundred years, the world's luck had exploded, and most sects had made progress. The Taichu Palace and the Four Sages Academy, which were good at using luck, had soared, while the Great Bao Hua Pure Land had shown signs of decline.

So even if the Kong Que Monk had the Flying Sable in hand, there was a high probability that his hand would slip and let it run away.

At this moment, the Kong Que Monk did indeed see the Flying Sable, but the sable was resting next to a fierce beast, its aura completely covered by the beast. Looking at the giant python that was a hundred zhang long, the Kong Que Monk couldn't help but frown.

Snakes were the most long-lived, and killing this fierce beast was no easy task.

The Kong Que Monk's gaze shifted, and at the end of his line of sight, there was also a small sable slowly crawling, its clumsy movements exactly the same as the one next to the giant python.

The monk couldn't help but sigh. Along the way, he had already seen no fewer than ten fake Flying Sables. These Flying Sables were simply too fake; one didn't need to use their brain to distinguish them.

The Kong Que Monk shook his head. Although he didn't know Wei Yuan's identity, it didn't prevent his perception of him from dropping another three points. Needless to say, these fake sables were naturally also created by that guy. This guy even knew to add a bit of real sable aura to each fake sable; it seemed the Flying Sable had already fallen into his hands, otherwise, where did the aura come from?

After the Kong Que Monk left, the small sable clumsily crawling next to the giant python suddenly raised its head, looked in the direction where the Kong Que Monk disappeared, and then quickly vanished.

On another path, Zhao Fusheng had a layer of black energy wrapped around his body, obscuring it.

Entering the mystical realm this time, he had only brought some simple personal items. Unexpectedly, his storage treasure was destroyed by the flying swords, and the things inside all vanished into the void. Now, aside from his Dharma Form and the giant axe in his hand, he had nothing and could only use magic to cover his body.

He naturally hated the little thief who caused all this to the bone, so he chased him all the way.

But just as he left the intersection, he frowned, sensing the little thief's aura.

Zhao Fusheng swept his spiritual sense and discovered where the aura was. Stimulated by his spiritual sense, the image stored by that stone was released, and Zhao Fusheng saw himself.

The image was not Zhao Fusheng in a normal situation, but Zhao Fusheng who had just stepped on the sword mine, been washed by the flying swords, and was as clean as jade. Moreover, the image froze at the moment he first saw the Kong Que Monk; at that time, the blood had just rushed to his face, and his hand hadn't had time to cover his vital parts.

Zhao Fusheng's vision went black, and he almost fainted!

This was one of the new Thirty-Six Stratagems offered to Wei Yuan by the Crouching Dragon and Young Phoenixes in the Wanli Heshan after referring to Xu Wenwu's materials: Before the great battle, first mess with their mindset.

(End of chapter)