The Western Desolation Is Different

The two of them hurried along, wanting to leave quickly.

Cècè's expression was a little cold, and a hint of killing intent flickered in her brows.

The main reason for bringing Er Han was that although his Body Refining progress was a little slower than the Village Chief's, his foundation was the thickest. If they were to truly fight, that ridiculously powerful Village Chief might not necessarily be his opponent.

Besides, this fellow hadn't learned anything else and had no idea how to conceal himself. Just standing there, anyone with eyes could tell he was a Body Cultivator with incredibly strong Blood Essence. Those with such a foundation were at least Body Cultivators in the Blood Sea Realm.

In a place where there were no true powerhouses, only a chaotic mix of strange beings, he was already quite formidable.

Even though Body Cultivators didn't hold a high status, once they reached the Blood Sea Realm or the higher Body Transformation Realm, many cultivators who followed other paths liked to keep a Body Cultivator by their side. They were incredibly useful as meat shields, let alone the fact that such Body Cultivators had extremely sensitive physical senses. They could often detect danger that others wouldn't even be aware of.

As for reaching the higher Supernatural Realm, no one would call Body Cultivators trash anymore. On the contrary, these hard-to-kill individuals were even more to be feared.

It was only because high-level Body Cultivators were too rare, while low-level Body Cultivators were as numerous as ants, that people often referred to them with such dismissive terms.

If a seventh-tier Great Cultivator of Body Refining stood before you, let's see who would dare to address them in such a manner.

Er Han was currently at the third-tier Acupoint Opening stage, having opened nearly six hundred acupoints. His Blood Essence was so abundant that he was even stronger than an ordinary Blood Sea Realm Body Cultivator. Furthermore, Er Han looked like a bodyguard, so people generally wouldn't dare to provoke him because it wouldn't be worth the trouble.

If they didn't kill him today and he escaped, who knew if he wouldn't bring reinforcements tomorrow and hack them to death.

Even so, Cècè maintained her usual vigilance. If she sensed anything amiss, she would immediately flee. Their main mission this time wasn't to fight.

After traveling for a full day, they had moved from the tri-junction of three kingdoms to the border where Great Li, Da Gan, and the Wasteland met. Thick snow once again covered the land, and only then did Cècè slow down.

She looked around, confirming there was no danger, before taking out a bottle of pills and handing it to Er Han, allowing him to replenish his consumed energy as a precaution.

She closed her eyes and stood in place. A phantom image of the Abyss of Despair emerged from within her, becoming ethereal and rapidly expanding. In an instant, it vanished.

However, in a range imperceptible and even unfelt by the naked eye, the Abyss of Despair had expanded to a radius of tens of miles. After becoming ethereal, the power of the Abyss of Despair was gone, but it had become a comprehensive, all-directional detection field.

Within a radius of several dozen miles, there was only one living person, but that person was heading south. They should just be a passing cultivator with low strength.

After Er Han consumed the pills and his Blood Essence was restored, just as Cècè was about to retract the Abyss of Despair, a cultivator in white robes, with their hood obscuring their face, floated three feet above the ground, moving at high speed towards their location.

The moment they entered the detection field, the person seemed to sense something. Their white robes fluttered without wind, and instantly, several people in white robes dispersed around them.

There was also a white-robed figure holding the innkeeper from the previous establishment.

The innkeeper said something, and the next moment, their head was severed, dying tragically in the snow.

Cècè retracted the detection field and glanced at the jade bottle she had taken out earlier, casually tossing it to Er Han.

"Crush it."

Er Han's large hands, like fans, gripped the jade bottle. With a rub of his hands, the jade bottle turned into powder. Whatever tampering had been done to it was now rendered useless.

"Let's go, north to Great Li."

She recognized the clothes of the white-robed figure and the secret technique they used for movement. She had initially thought the innkeeper might double-cross them, but she had misjudged. That guy had sold Er Han's information to a Joy Lantern Priest of the White Sun heretical path.

It made sense. It was unlikely any Joy Lantern Priest would remain indifferent upon encountering a human-shaped beast like Er Han.

It wasn't surprising for these persistent nuisances to appear in a place like the tri-junction, stirring up trouble.

Cècè extended her hand, and a chain flew out from her sleeve, wrapping around Er Han's waist. With a twist of her body, she swung Er Han's body, throwing him high into the air towards the north.

Then, her figure flickered, and the manifestation of a hungry ghost faintly appeared. She floated into the air, enveloped by the swirling snow, and flew north, three feet off the ground.

After flying a stretch, the chain flew out again, catching the falling Er Han and flinging him forward once more.

Half a day later, having traveled five hundred miles north, their feet had not touched the ground. Er Han was disoriented from being thrown around, but he endured without making a sound. He could see that Cècè was exerting herself greatly, and the hungry ghost manifestation had fully appeared.

They finally encountered a stone cave midway, giving them a chance to rest.

Cècè took out a wooden bowl filled with Sweet Dew. This was specially prepared for her by Yu Ziqing before they departed.

She then took out some pills meant for ghostly beings, soaked them in the Sweet Dew, and consumed them. The hungry ghost manifestation that had appeared on her body slowly receded, and the yin energy within her also subsided, giving her a trace of human vitality.

As a hungry ghost, there were many things they couldn't consume directly, and even if they could, the effectiveness would be greatly reduced. Unfortunately, no one had yet specifically researched these things for hungry ghosts.

The only way was to mix them with the Sweet Dew from the Alms Sacred Artifact to achieve the best results, and it could also conceal their ghostly aura.

She liked her human form very much. Even though her strongest state was when she manifested her hungry ghost true form, she still preferred her current appearance.

After resting for a moment, she looked towards the south. After much thought, she beckoned to Er Han.

"Er Han, come here."

As Er Han walked over, he didn't notice that he had stepped out of the stone cave, leaving two footprints in the snow.

"Let's continue," Cècè smiled, throwing out the chain again and flying with Er Han.

At the same time, the Joy Lantern Priest who had taken an interest in Er Han pursued them relentlessly. However, upon reaching the border of the Wasteland, he could no longer track any traces.

After searching for a long time, he only found the jade bottle that Er Han had crushed into powder.

He pondered for a moment, then looked up at the sky. Someone must have met them there, or they had some flying magic treasure that carried them away. Otherwise, a Body Cultivator wouldn't have been able to leave no trace.

He looked around, completely unsure where to pursue. Above was Great Li, and below was Da Gan. He then thought about the list the innkeeper had given him, which contained all sorts of miscellaneous items. It wasn't likely that people from Da Gan would come all the way here to buy them.

He turned and pursued in the direction of Great Li. A perfect White Robed Dao Soldier was far more valuable than hundreds or thousands of expendable cannon fodder.

After pursuing for hundreds of miles, he still hadn't caught up. If it weren't for the immense temptation of a perfect White Robed Dao Soldier, he would have given up long ago. A Body Cultivator with such strong Blood Essence and a physique like a ferocious beast would be enough to accompany him throughout his growth. Perhaps in the future, when the White Robed Dao Soldiers reached the seventh tier, he would still be at the sixth tier, and could even be carried by them.

The temptation was too great, and he couldn't give up.

After a day, at the entrance of a stone cave, he waved his hand gently, scattering the accumulated snow, and saw two footprints that were no longer clearly visible.

He was greatly surprised and laughed heartily several times before continuing to pursue Great Li.

"Sister Cècè, what are we doing?"

"Someone wants to capture you, and I'm saving you. Coincidentally, Young Master doesn't like those heretics, and Great Li dislikes them even more, so we'll just dig a hole and bury him. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for us to return smoothly if we're chased by dogs."

After entering Great Li's territory and starting to see signs of human habitation, Cècè discovered that Great Li was a bit different from what she had imagined.

There were people fleeing famine, but she didn't see scenes of widespread starvation. At regular intervals, she saw people preparing food for the refugees, guiding them, and even soldiers escorting civilians and maintaining order.

Just now, she had seen a Flying Boat transporting food supplies, which was simply extravagant...

In her lifetime, she had seen and heard many things. On her journey fleeing to Jinlan Village, she had witnessed scenes of widespread starvation and hell on earth.

But the current scene, with cultivators piloting Flying Boats and continuously unloading food supplies along the way, was something she had never even heard of.

Moreover, the spiritual jade consumed by that Flying Boat was far more valuable than the food supplies it transported.

After much thought, Cècè couldn't help but laugh. Great Li really had some ideas. She would tell Young Master when they got back, and he would surely burst out laughing.

Seeing this scene, Cècè also slowed down. They had already entered Great Li's territory for nearly a thousand miles, coupled with the orderly scene she was witnessing now.

It was impossible that there weren't several Shadow Division scouts within a ten-mile radius.

"Remember this, there's a guy wearing white robes, just like the one who caused trouble in the village before, who wants to capture you. I'll give you a signal, and you immediately shout out what I taught you at the top of your lungs."

"Oh, but Brother Ziqing told me that I might not be able to defeat that kind of person..."

"What did the Village Chief tell you?"

"I understand."

Half a day later, on the snowy ground, there was a long migration team. Er Han and Cècè followed at the rear of the team, wrapped in blankets, indistinguishable from the civilians.

Suddenly, Cècè hissed at Er Han.

"Shout."

Er Han was startled, then immediately leaped up. The qi in his chest surged out, his voice like thunder, exploding on the ground.

"White Sun bitch, does Great Li have no one? How dare you be so presumptuous! I'll fight you to the death!"

A furious roar echoed for dozens of miles.

In the team stretching for several miles, one person's scalp nearly exploded upon hearing the words "White Sun."

Recalling his current mission, he unhesitatingly took out an item from his embrace, transforming into a stream of light that shot into the sky, forming a phantom of a giant golden halberd in the sky.

After his furious roar, Er Han immediately rushed out of the team, stirring up a sky full of wind and snow, appearing as if he was going to fight someone to the death. Within a few breaths, he vanished without a trace.

And Cècè, who was in the team, had also disappeared at some point.

Several miles away, the Joy Lantern Priest, who had finally caught up, hadn't even made a move when he heard the distant curses. That phrase "White Sun bitch" struck him right in the soft spot.

When he saw a golden halberd phantom appear in the sky, he unhesitatingly shot into the sky and turned to flee.

Someone was cursing him, and so offensively. The Great Li Western Desolation Army's signal had already been triggered, so any wishful thinking was unwarranted.

As soon as he fled, he exposed himself. At this moment, Great Li would naturally not think of anything else but to kill this White Sun heretic first.

A hundred miles away, a Flying Boat was rapidly approaching. The Great General of the Western Desolation, fully armed, his armor having not been removed for many days.

When he saw the signal flare up and received the transmitted message about the appearance of a White Sun heretic, the Great General of the Western Desolation's face turned green.

He was stationed in the western part of Great Li, and he knew a lot about the incident in the Wasteland back then. If he hadn't been stopped, he would have gone to the Wasteland to assist at that time.

Of course, he understood that the Eastern Palace had issued a strict order, and had even sent the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue to personally oversee and coordinate the efforts here. It wasn't because of the popular support that those insignificant censors talked about. Those censors, who lived comfortably in the capital, knew nothing; they deserved to be executed on the spot by the Emperor of Li.

He had been exhausted these days, truly feeling that preventing even a single civilian from starving and ensuring next year's spring plowing was a much harder task than fighting Da Gan.

Fortunately, he was only assisting.

That Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue was so stressed that he couldn't even eat his meals properly, hadn't listened to any music, and hadn't even glanced at the two courtesans from the Kuihou Kingdom sent to him...

In normal times, it was understandable. Everyone knew that these White Sun cockroaches were endless and inexhaustible. Without major issues, people really didn't have the motivation to crush them one by one. Most of the time, their troubles only circulated at the lower levels.

But in the current situation, for a White Sun heretic to come here and cause trouble, wasn't that trying to kill him?

If one comes, he dies; if two come, they both die!

The Great General of the Western Desolation stepped out of the Flying Boat, his eyes bloodshot. He couldn't wait any longer and personally flew out...

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