The Demon Race's Search, Terrifying Cultivation Speed

After a few short screams.

The short blade in Long Xuanye's hand, its tip pointed downwards, dark red blood slowly coagulating.

He flicked his wrist lightly.

"Drip."

The blood fell into the dust.

Behind him, five corpses of the Demon Race lay dead, their deaths varied, but almost all were fatal with a single blow.

Among those of the same rank, with extremely high skill proficiency, even the ferocious Demon Race were nothing more than toys to Long Xuanye.

Long Xuanye sheathed the short blade at his waist.

Bathed in moonlight, he was covered in its clear radiance.

In his mind, a faint blue light screen appeared.

[Congratulations Host on completing the mission, obtained 0.5 points of Innate Dark Inner Spiritual Power.]

Long Xuanye turned and pushed open the creaking wooden door of the thatched hut.

He peeked towards the haystack.

Cai'er was still curled up asleep, her breathing even and deep, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Quietly, he lay back down beside her.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, Long Xuanye suddenly felt a pair of tender little hands reach up his waist from his side.

The arms didn't exert much force, but they held him tightly.

By his ear, Cai'er's muffled murmur, tinged with a nasal voice, could be heard.

"Xuanye... don't leave me..."

Long Xuanye's heart skipped a beat.

He slowly turned over, and in the moonlight, he saw the girl's tightly furrowed brow and a hint of unease on her face.

He reached out and clasped the small hand that was clinging to his waist.

It was soft, with the unique warmth of a young girl.

As if sensing the warmth of his palm, Cai'er's furrowed brow gradually relaxed, her lips unconsciously curved upwards slightly, and she slept more soundly.

Long Xuanye gazed at her peaceful sleeping face, his heart filled with tenderness.

He didn't pull his hand away, letting her hold him, holding her hand, and together they drifted into dreamland.

Meanwhile.

Demon Race territory, border fortress.

Inside the dark stone castle, the torchlight flickered, casting the ferocious Demon God reliefs on the walls in and out of focus.

A burly demon sat on a chair carved from a single piece of black stone.

He was Modok, the sixth-tier border patrol commander under the Star Demon God Vasak.

Faint black demonic mist swirled around him, subtly revealing his powerful strength.

Several dust-covered demon scouts knelt on one knee, their heads bowed deeply.

"Speak! What happened? How many of the dispatched teams haven't returned?"

Modok's voice was steady, yet carried a sense of pressure.

A scout stammered, "Reporting, Commander... Since the news of the human prodigy's awakening spread through the border, all factions have dispatched a large number of personnel to search..."

"Our patrol teams have also increased severalfold as a result, but... but more and more teams have gone missing."

Modok's crimson eyes showed no ripple. "Report the areas responsible for the missing teams."

Another scout immediately replied, "Yes! Three teams are missing from Blackrock Mountain Pass! Two teams from the Withered Forest! And... outside Odin Town, in the abandoned town, two teams have also lost contact!"

Modok's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the stone chair, making "tap, tap" sounds. "Interesting, losing two teams in the same place. It seems there are strong individuals appearing in these areas."

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes.

It might not be that human prodigy, but what if it was?

That would be a great achievement.

Even if he couldn't capture them, on this border line, simply capturing a few humans and interrogating them would yield some useful intelligence.

"Pass my order!"

Modok's voice suddenly rose.

"All scouting teams, increase reconnaissance in the aforementioned areas! Send more teams to that abandoned town as well!"

"As long as that human prodigy is still at the border, he will surely die! Even if he's not here, it doesn't matter."

The leading scout hesitated and, mustering his courage, asked, "Commander... will such a large-scale operation be... largely pointless, and instead just increase casualties?"

Modok's tapping came to an abrupt halt.

He slowly turned his head, his crimson pupils locking onto the scout.

"Are you questioning me?"

The scout instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his body trembling like a sieve. He dared not say another word.

"Get out and execute the order."

"Yes! Yes!"

Several scouts retreated from the stone fortress as if granted amnesty, scrambling away.

In the spacious hall, only Modok remained.

He let out a low, cold laugh.

Casualties?

He thought to himself that the Demon Race already had too many people, and the number of lower-class demons was simply overwhelming.

This kind of reckless military spending, using human blood to consume some useless trash, was actually a beneficial development.

However, there was no need to discuss such matters with these "demons" below.

The sky began to lighten.

Long Xuanye opened his eyes. The space beside him was empty, leaving only a faint, maidenly fragrance.

His heart tightened, and he sat up abruptly, only to hear the wooden door of the thatched hut being gently pushed open.

Cai'er entered, carrying a small bundle of firewood damp with dew. Seeing that he was awake, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"Xuanye, you're awake."

After a simple breakfast, the two sat cross-legged on the open ground in front of the thatched hut, entering a state of cultivation together.

The Chaos Spirit Furnace circulated slowly within Long Xuanye's body. The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to be drawn by some force, transforming into streams too fine to be seen by the naked eye, pouring madly into his body.

In just one day.

Long Xuanye's Inner Spiritual Power increased from 102 points to a full 106 points!

A whole 4 points!

"This..."

Long Xuanye opened his eyes, a hint of surprise in his pupils.

He clearly remembered that in the original work, even with the aid of the Saint Induction Spirit Furnace, Long Haochen's cultivation speed was less than two points of Inner Spiritual Power per day.

He himself was now more than twice that speed!

At this rate, perhaps in two to three months, he could accumulate 500 Inner Spiritual Power and break through to the fourth tier!

This cultivation efficiency was truly terrifying!

Long Xuanye's heart pounded with excitement.

He hadn't forgotten...

Long Xingyu, that great enemy!

Not only for revenge, but also for self-preservation, he had to become powerful quickly.

"Xuanye is amazing."

Saint Cai'er's voice was filled with genuine joy. She stood up, intending to reach out and pat his head as usual.

However, as soon as she took a step, her body swayed without warning, and she fell straight forward.

"Cai'er!"

Long Xuanye reacted swiftly, flashing forward to catch her in his arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked, supporting her.

Within Cai'er's eyes, that grayish-white light seemed to have intensified, and her gaze was somewhat unfocused.

She merely shook her head.

"Don't worry about me, Xuanye."

"When I went out this morning, I already got familiar with the surroundings."

"Ah?" Long Xuanye was taken aback.

Cai'er's eyes suddenly lit up, and abandoning her usual reticence, she began to speak volubly.