ragginovel Chapter 2468 Hunting
Chapter 2468 Hunting
Chapter 2468 Hunting
Seeing the silver arrows shooting in all directions, Qin Sang took a step back to avoid being caught in the blast and revealing her whereabouts.
The silver arrows shot into the ravine and immediately dissolved in the strange wind. As the strange wind devoured more and more silver arrows, the color changed, and the surface of the ravine seemed to be covered with a silver-gray cloak.
At this moment, Qin Sang saw that the cloaked figures simultaneously activated a spell, and streams of light flew out from their sleeves, instantly transforming into a precious pearl that floated in front of them.
Except for the one in the very center, the other six cloaked figures all summoned the same jewel.
The pearl was about the size of a fist, perfectly round and flawless, shimmering with a luminous light, as if it had only a single layer of glass shell and was hollow inside.
They continuously poured their blood and energy into the pearl, creating a whooshing sound that even overpowered the wind disaster. Then, six whirlwinds emerged from the pearl.
The cloaked figures stood still, letting the whirlwind carry them away. Suddenly, the whirlwind subsided, and all six disappeared without a trace, leaving behind six precious orbs. Upon closer inspection, each orb contained an additional human figure; they had actually entered the orb on their own initiative.
'Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!'
The six precious orbs moved in unison, swirling around the remaining cloaked figure and leaving behind striking concentric circles.
These precious pearls seemed to have become his protective magic weapons.
The cloaked figure stared intently at the disc, the silver arrows of light showing no sign of stopping, and the 'silver-grey cloak' spreading above the ravine grew increasingly thick.
Suddenly, the 'silver-gray cloak' twisted in the middle, as if twisted by a force below, creating a visible vortex that tore a hole in the 'silver-gray cloak'.
The void rapidly expanded, and an angry shout rang out from within: "Who dares disturb my peaceful cultivation!"
Qin Sang looked over in surprise and saw through the hole that time seemed to stand still inside the ravine. The wind suddenly stopped, and then, from the extreme stillness, it began to move, gathering at an even faster speed towards the bottom of the hole, converging into a blurry human figure.
This person was unusually tall, with a head like a small mountain, yet his body appeared light and ethereal, giving people a very strange feeling.
"This is... Feng Ling?"
Qin Sang thought of a possibility.
All things in the world, including earth, wind, water, and fire, can be transformed into spirits and monsters. Even spirit talismans can give birth to spirits and take human form. In a place like the Great Wind Plains, it is not surprising that wind spirits are born.
The most common of these spirits is the fire spirit, which can be found in places where underground fire veins are abundant.
However, these naturally born spirits and monsters are born under harsh conditions, often due to a special environment. Once the environment changes, they are not far from extinction.
Looking at the spirit realm, there are quite a few of them, but they are too scattered. Compared to races like humans, demons, and witches, they are insignificant. When talking about the major races of the spirit realm, they are not specifically mentioned. Now, they are even lumped together into the demon race.
Unexpectedly, a wind spirit at the late stage of the Void Refinement realm was hidden here. The Great Wind Plain, where wind disasters were rampant, was a paradise for wind spirits. The fact that this wind spirit was able to hide for so long shows that it was quite capable. I don't know how it was discovered by these cloaked people and trapped in its home.
The Wind Spirit's enormous body was entirely composed of wind, and its huge head had two hollow holes, which contained not eyeballs but whirlwinds, like two burning flames, shooting out a chilling gaze as it glared at the cloaked figure.
The cloaked figure remained calm, raising his hand to take the disc into his palm. His fingers gently brushed across the disc, and the 'silver-gray cloak' above the ravine suddenly rolled up, surging towards the wind spirit in layers.
If the wind spirit cannot stop it, its fate will be to be wrapped in the 'silver-gray cloak' and become a cage that binds it.
Given Feng Ling's strength, it's clear she can't just sit and wait to die.
"court death!"
Feng Ling was meditating at home when disaster struck. He was already furious, so he raised his two huge arms and yanked hard across his chest.
With a 'rip' sound, the void seemed to be torn apart by the wind spirit, and a black crack appeared.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be not a void rift, but a wind blade. The 'silver-gray cloak' was struck by the wind blade, and although it was not split in two on the spot, a visible crack still appeared.
‘Wow! ’
A strong wind blew out from the crack.
This was no ordinary gale; even from such a distance, Qin Sang sensed a threat emanating from it.
The cloaked man was the first to be attacked. His attention seemed to still be on the disc. The disc gradually became transparent in his hand and finally disappeared into thin air. The momentum of the 'silver-gray cloak' surged.
At the same time, six precious orbs gathered around the cloaked man's head, forming a ring of beads. The figures inside the orbs were vaguely visible, all in the same pose and making the same hand seals.
‘Wow! ’
As the piercing, bone-chilling gale engulfed the cloaked figure, the jewels shone brightly, and a dazzling halo hovered above the figure's head. This halo seemed like a kind of array, capable of filtering out the dangers of the gale. When the gale reached the cloaked figure, it transformed into a gentle breeze, merely ruffling the hem of his robes.
Feng Ling was slightly taken aback, then her anger intensified. With a roar, the surrounding windstorm was affected by the roar, and its power suddenly increased many times over, forming a devastating hurricane around the ravine.
The battlefield became incredibly chaotic, and the silver-gray cloak, like a lotus leaf swaying in a storm, could never get close to the Wind Spirit.
Qin Sang saw the cloaked figure take a step forward, carrying six precious pearls as he rushed into the depths of the hurricane.
For a moment, all that could be seen with the naked eye was the raging hurricane and six beams of pearl light that stood firm no matter how the hurricane ravaged them.
Qin Sang activated her spiritual eyes to the fullest extent, focusing intently on the battlefield.
The Wind Spirit had vanished, its body seemingly scattered by the cloaked figure, though in reality, every wisp of wind within the hurricane was part of the Wind Spirit. The cloaked figure had also disappeared, seemingly merging with the silver-gray cloak.
Only two pure forces remained colliding in the world, intertwined and inseparable.
Fortunately, the Tianbi Mountains have a unique environment and hard mountain bodies. In other places, they would have been leveled long ago. Even so, the rocks continued to collapse, and several surrounding mountain peaks collapsed and turned to dust in the hurricane.
The wind spirit had the advantage of timing and location, but the cloaked man had six helpers. Qin Sang's gaze fell on the pearls, and she saw the six pearls rushing around in the hurricane. Their trajectories seemed chaotic, but each impact seemed to hit the hurricane's vitals, and the hurricane gradually showed signs of dissipating.
With a deafening roar, the hurricane suddenly shattered into pieces. The fragments of the hurricane tried to reassemble, but the pearl flew over at an even faster speed, its dazzling light illuminating the battlefield.
At a glance, the hurricane split into eight fragments. Six of these fragments were each targeted by a precious orb. The orb shot into the fragments, acting like a nail, pinning them in place and preventing them from coalescing.
The remaining two clumps of hurricane debris were firmly wrapped in the 'silver-gray cloak', fighting like cornered beasts.
Although the hurricane was torn apart, the wind spirit did not perish, and continued to roar deafeningly as it resisted.
At this moment, the cloaked figure appeared above the 'silver-grey cloak', temporarily halting his actions and staring at the hurricane fragments at his feet, seemingly saying something.
His response was nothing but an angry roar.
"dream!"
"dream!"
……
The roar echoed across the battlefield. Qin Sang realized that the cloaked figure had just tried to persuade Feng Ling to surrender, but was clearly rejected.
The cloaked man snorted coldly, opened his palm, his fingertips split open, and blood essence flew out from the wound, staining his palm red. Then he raised his bloody hand, his arm resembling a pillar supporting the sky.
The power of essence and blood exuded a magnificent aura, causing the power of heaven and earth to tremble, and wisps of gray mist suddenly appeared in the void.
Countless wisps of gray mist appeared from nowhere, gathering in his palm and eventually transforming into eight strands of gray mist. With a swirling motion, the gray mist shot towards eight fragments of hurricane.
Upon seeing this somewhat familiar scene, Qin Sang's expression hardened. He had seen Xuan Ying unleash this gray aura before, and he remembered that the Suanni tribe called it 'Eight Winds'!
The eight winds plunged into the fragments of the hurricane like steel knives scraping bones. The wind spirit's roar suddenly became shrill, but it was still filled with an indomitable will to die rather than submit.
The eight hurricane fragments continued to disintegrate, yet the wind spirit remained defiant. Suddenly, the hurricane fragments began to collapse from the inside, unleashing a torrent of black lightning that emanated a chilling aura of destruction!
The cloaked figure completely lost patience, pressing down with his hand, turning it into clouds and rain. With a deafening roar, the eight winds, wrapped in pearly light and discs, tore through the fragments of the hurricane and burst forth.
The cloaked man finally made his move, and Qin Sang could understand his helplessness when she heard a faint sigh.
Even if a powerful figure like Feng Ling can be defeated or even killed, he is extremely difficult to subdue. If the opponent is determined to die, it is almost impossible to stop him.
This attempt to persuade them to surrender actually gave them the opportunity to perish together. If the cloaked man hadn't been well-prepared and had many helpers, he would have suffered a great loss.
The gale continued for a long time without stopping.
Once the chaos subsided slightly, Qin Sang saw the cloaked figure take out a red magic gourd, open the cork, inhale a wisp of light breeze, then seal the cork again and hold it in his hand.
'Swish! Swish! Swish!'
The jewel returned, and the cloaked figures emerged from it, then split up and entered the ravine.
Before long, these cloaked figures flew out of the ravine and gathered around the cloaked figure holding the treasure gourd. They were talking about something when the cloaked figure holding the treasure gourd nodded. The group then worked together to erase the traces on the battlefield, transformed into streaks of light, and disappeared into the sky. Judging from their direction, they were heading back to their cave.
After they left, Qin Sang appeared on the battlefield.
Qin Sang hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should make a move, but Feng Ling was almost completely overwhelmed and had no chance to attack.
However, he had already achieved his goal: witnessing the cloaked figures use the 'Eight Winds' technique confirmed their identities. Whether they were actually sent by the Wind-Summoning Clan remained to be verified, but they were undoubtedly connected to the Wind-Summoning Clan in some way.
With a flash, Qin Sang entered the ravine and saw the cave completely unrecognizable. The traces had been cleaned up very thoroughly, making it impossible to deduce the intentions of those cloaked figures. It was unknown whether they had come to subdue the Wind Spirit or were searching for something else.
……
Shortly after.
Qin Sang and Di Xinggong appeared at the edge of the Wind Desert. They were invited to see Xuan Ying. Qin Sang planned to fulfill her promise to Di Xinggong and avenge him so that he could truly win his heart.
The agreed-upon location was not far from Feng Mo. When Qin Sang arrived, Xuan Ying was already waiting for him there.
"I've been preoccupied with trivial matters, and I apologize for keeping you waiting, fellow Daoist," Qin Sang said apologetically as she landed, cupping her hands in greeting to Xian Ying.
Xianying smiled and returned the greeting, "I should be the one apologizing to you, fellow Daoist. It has taken so long to find out even a little bit of information. I have finally fulfilled my mission."
"I didn't have much hope to begin with, so it's a pleasant surprise that you were able to find a clue..."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, they got down to business.
Xianying handed Qin Sang a jade slip, saying, "The clues are all recorded here... I'm not trying to take credit, but finding these things really took a lot of effort. I not only read through countless books, but also personally went to the scene to investigate and verify, and searched everywhere before I dared to determine their authenticity. Those juniors were exhausted from my orders, and now they avoid me whenever they see me."
Qin Sang took the jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense. He saw that the jade slip was engraved with a complex map. The simplified map drawn by the ancestors of the Ling people was embedded in the map. There were a few overlaps between the two place names, but they did not correspond completely.
As can be seen from the markings on the map, even the String Shadow can only determine the general area, not the exact location.
Even so, investigating to this extent must have consumed unimaginable manpower and resources. Qin Sang was somewhat surprised that Xianying was so concerned about this matter.
Qin Sang feigned surprise and let out a soft "Eh?", "Is this place in the Half-Demon Kingdom?"
"Not bad!"
Xuan Ying nodded. "The place you're looking for, fellow Daoist, is in the territory of half-demons. Now you know why it took so long, right?"
At this moment, Qin Sang noticed that Xuan Ying seemed to be observing her. Her heart tightened, and she frowned, hesitatingly asking, "This... I wonder what the strength of the surrounding half-demon kingdoms is?"
"With your strength, Fellow Daoist, you must be able to come and go freely anywhere. Those half-demon kingdoms can't hold you back at all. It would indeed be troublesome to guard against them causing trouble, but Fellow Daoist need not worry. It just so happens that it's hunting season, and I will also be heading east. If you encounter any problems, please feel free to ask," Xuan Ying said in a relaxed tone.
"hunting?"
Qin Sang suddenly realized something and was horrified.
Xuan Ying chuckled: "It seems you haven't participated before, fellow Daoist?"
Qin Sang had never participated, but he had always been puzzled. Having been in contact with half-demons for so long, he had never heard of any powerful figure intervening in the wars between nations. Why did the powerful half-demons allow the chaos to repeat itself time and time again, and the bloody history to be repeated, thus wasting their energy?
Qin Sang had always believed that those powerful half-demons might be hiding behind various major powers for some purpose, using them as pawns. Therefore, he had been very cautious for the past hundred years.
Unexpectedly, the half-demon might not have possessed any truly powerful beings at all. Or rather, all the powerful half-demon beings perished along the way!
Qin Sang could imagine what kind of prey Xuan Ying and his group were hunting. It was nothing more than stirring up trouble, provoking wars between nations, causing internal strife among the half-demons, and taking the opportunity to hunt down potential junior half-demons, as well as geniuses who had the opportunity to break through to the Fusion stage.
The kingdoms of half-demons are actually their hunting grounds!
"Why not just wipe out all the half-demons? Wouldn't that save us a lot of trouble?" Qin Sang didn't understand. Since the demon race could control the fate of the half-demons, why raise a tiger that would become a threat?
"Perhaps they're worried about offending the natural order," Xuan Ying shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.