The howling wind rang in their ears. At that moment, Lu Xiaotian, Duming, and He Hu each rode atop a windfruit civet. The windfruit civet was a spirit beast that had been thoroughly domesticated by humankind and become remarkably intelligent. Its strength was only at the twelfth tier, and it was not skilled in combat. It had a gentle nature and few offensive abilities, but its stamina was astonishing, and it moved like the wind.
It usually fed on spirit herbs and spirit wood. Some wild, ownerless windfruit civets occupied a fairly low rung of the food chain and were often hunted by other demon beasts. Still, the windfruit civet was extraordinarily fast, so hunting one was no easy task.
These three windfruit civets had come from a band of vicious roadblockers Lu Xiaotian had encountered: one mid-Spirit Transformation cultivator, two early-Spirit Transformation cultivators, and more than thirty Nascent Soul juniors. The group had surrounded Lu Xiaotian and the others while shouting and swaggering. Lu Xiaotian could not help feeling as though he had run into a pack of low-grade bandits. They were Spirit Transformation experts, yet they possessed not the slightest bearing of experts.
But after encountering this sort of thing so many times, Lu Xiaotian had long since grown accustomed to it. After all, he had come from an interface with comparatively scarce spiritual energy, and several centuries of ingrained thinking could not be changed overnight. At present, Spirit Transformation experts were not at the very bottom, but they certainly could not be considered rare powerhouses. On the former Crimson Abyss Continent, they probably occupied a status comparable to Golden Core cultivators.
In the past, on the Crimson Abyss Continent—especially in the Black Sky Mountains—Golden Core cultivators had been far from uncommon in the business of murder and