Omen

"Jin Wanliang is so bad at causing trouble. He got beaten up for saying just a few words. How has he survived all these years?"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't go too far.

He had intended to wait until the young soldiers had finished their inspection before questioning Jin Wanliang, but he hadn't expected Jin Wanliang to be so impatient and actually flee for his life.

Seeing the two young soldiers chasing after him with swords in hand, and Jin Wanliang frantically jumping and running away, Zhang Xuezhou felt that things had gone awry.

Despite their low rank, Zhang Xuezhou felt that these young players were incredibly skilled.

The occasional glimpses of dark red Qi and Blood energy confirmed that the junior general was at a near- Divine Ability level. The other junior general, who had not yet revealed his Qi and Blood energy, was likely quite powerful.

Zhang Xuezhou never expected that Shanglin Garden, such a remote corner where demons were raised, would actually have a group of experts.

"If I don't help Jin Wanliang, this guy might get killed. But if I help Jin Wanliang, wouldn't I be fighting with the imperial generals? I can't exactly kill an imperial officer to prevent the news of aiding the demon from leaking out. This is His Majesty's back garden; maybe these people are all people His Majesty has cultivated over the years!"

Zhang Xuezhou watched from afar as Jin Wanliang frantically fled for his life, feeling caught in a dilemma, unable to offer any help in a quiet manner.

"What's so special or strange?"

Jin Wanliang shouted and jumped long jump, while the two young athletes chased after him relentlessly, but maintained a certain distance.

Zhang Xuezhou was at a loss for the time being, and could only wait for the two sides to widen the distance between them before making any further moves.

After listening to Jin Wanliang's loud and boisterous pronouncements, he felt that not a single word Jin Wanliang uttered was reliable.

"That demon has gone to dig a hole and burrow. Should we call the Demon Exorcism Bureau for help?"

After tracking back and forth for a long time, Jin Wanliang suddenly shrank into a hole in the ground, leaving only the sound of digging.

Two young soldiers in black armor stood at the cave entrance, poking at it several times with their longswords, then whispering amongst themselves as they discussed the matter.

"Let this monster dig hard and see where it leads."

Chasing the Jin Wanliang the cave did not cause the young generals any anxiety about losing the monster; on the contrary, they remained remarkably calm.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that the two men were unusually calm.

"The people His Majesty cultivates in the court are incompetent, but his military generals are quite capable!"

Zhang Xuezhou considered the few officials affiliated with the emperor in the main hall of the Weiyang Palace, and then looked at these young military officers Higher Vehicle both highly capable and had excellent character.

Let alone dozens or hundreds of such young talents, even a dozen or so would be enough to form a formidable core force.

Zhang Xuezhou examined the armor and crown, and concluded that the two young officers' official ranks must be quite ordinary.

"Liu Quji, Xin Zhui?"

Jin Wanliang's digging of the tunnel stopped the two young generals. Zhang Xuezhou listened for a while and figured out the names of the two young generals, but it was of no use to him.

Seeing that the young soldiers were incredibly patient and didn't seem to care how far Jin Wanliang was digging underground, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to wait patiently as well.

Zhang Xuezhou had been riding his black and white horses for most of the day, and it was already late. He waited a while, and night gradually fell.

"Liu Quji, it's getting late, shall we head back first?"

"Wait a little longer!"

"We can send people to guard this place until we capture that toad demon!"

You don't understand, Xin Zhui!

After a brief exchange, the night grew deeper.

Faintly, Jin Wanliang's cries for help grew fainter and fainter until Zhang Xuezhou could hardly hear them, clearly indicating that the tunnel had been dug very deep.

"Who?"

As the stars faded and the moon set, Zhang Xuezhou, who was bored out of his mind, heard a soft shout.

Just as he was about to realize he had been discovered and try to get away quickly, he heard a whooshing sound of a sword striking, followed by a roaring cry, and saw hundreds of pale green lights approaching from afar.

"They were a pack of gray wolves, and it seems there was even a wolf demon leader among them!"

Zhang Xuezhou breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost drifted off into thought, but now he felt that the wait was finally coming to an end.

The aura of a great cultivator can deter wild beasts from approaching, but it is less effective when encountering packs of wild beasts.

The gray wolf is a creature that causes cultivators' auras to become ineffective. This kind of wild beast, which relies on group hunting, will tuck its tail between its legs when there are only a few of them, but it becomes extremely ferocious when its numbers exceed a certain threshold.

If one excels at swift attacks and rapid strikes, one can scare away these nocturnal creatures with quick and continuous kills. However, if one's martial arts training is of a different style, then a prolonged battle is inevitable, and it may even lead to a relentless entanglement by the wolf with its red eyes.

Even if a martial arts practitioner reaches the Divine Ability Realm, a skilled martial artist cannot exert a wide-ranging, overwhelming force like a skilled magic user. Instead, they can only exert force within a small area or even target a single individual. Lacking the advantage of a skilled magic user in group combat, this inevitably leads to prolonged and protracted battles.

"Careful!"

"Our tinderboxes are too weak; they're not afraid of this little bit of light!"

"It's too dark. We'll stand back to back for protection, to avoid being bitten!"

In the dim firelight, the Xuanjia warriors retreated back to back, repeatedly swinging their swords.

It seems somewhat unbelievable that a cultivator nearing the Divine Ability Realm was forced back by a pack of wolves, but few cultivators cultivate their bodies. Without an iron body, any bite wound will bring serious consequences.

These nocturnal creatures possess vision and perception far superior to human cultivators in the darkness, and their coordination is remarkably similar to that of military formations.

In particular, the gray wolf is only half the height of a person, so it will attack the lower body more often than the armored upper body.

A combination of factors made the wolf pack an extremely deadly threat.

This is also why Zhang Xuezhou felt this situation was waiting to be resolved.

The two young swordsmen, wielding their swords back to back, were skilled in defense and offense, but neither was adept at swiftly eliminating an enemy to establish their authority. This would inevitably lead them away from the cave entrance where Jin Wanliang located.

"Jin Wanliang? Jin Wanliang?"

The relentless pursuit of the wolves was evident at night.

Nearly half an hour later, the Xuanjia warriors went from being on the defensive to being routed, and had to remove their heavy Xuanjia armor to enhance their mobility, allowing them to fight further and further away.

Zhang Xuezhou floated for a moment, then shouted several times towards the cave entrance.

When no response came, Zhang Xuezhou's heart skipped a beat.

"Jin Wanliang, are you dead?"

He called out repeatedly, then reached into the hole, which was about the size of a human head, and scratched at it.

There was no trace of demonic presence in the cold, icy cave.

"Is he really dead?"

Zhang Xuezhou is good at flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water, but he is really not good at going underground.

In the past, he could burrow underground using the feathers of the Peacock Great Wisdom King, but he no longer has that ability.

Zhang Xuezhou was helpless against Jin Wanliang, a burrowing scoundrel.

He called out several times, even using Demonic Sound Technique to amplify his voice, but there was no reply.

"I never imagined that our time as father and son would end so quickly, even after such a short meeting. Truly, everything is fate, and there's nothing we can do about it!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought that Jin Wanliang either died from a sword wound to his lower body, or had already escaped to some unknown place.

He thought for a moment, then leaped up and searched the surrounding area for a while before finally giving up.

What is that?

The chance encounter with Jin Wanliang disrupted Zhang Xuezhou's time. Just as Zhang Xuezhou was about to use the Black and White Twin Horses for a final showdown, a white light shot into the sky from the distant mountains, as if a thin line had been drawn between the black sky and the earth.

"Has some treasure been unearthed?"

He tucked the black and white twin horse Spirit Artifact into his belt, and with a surge of Law Power, leaped upwards.

The tornado had risen less than a hundred meters into the air when he had already switched his Law Power into Demon Power with remarkable ease.

The Technique Within the Clouds was activated, and a jade-colored feather tinged with blood appeared on his arm.

With a flash of light, Zhang Xuezhou had already flapped his wings and rapidly approached.