Chapter 97: How Dare You Treat This Old Man as a Mount
The Sanji Mountains lived up to their name; from a distance, they looked like the high, protruding spine of a black dragon.
As Feng Shi approached, he suddenly felt a wave of heat hit him. By the time he regained his senses, he was already within a restriction.
Hot air rolled ahead, steaming one’s mouth and tongue dry.
Immediately following was a powerful pressure of gravity that bore down from above.
Feng Shi felt himself stumble, and he tumbled off Wucheng.
Wucheng was clearly also rendered immobile by this gravity. After a long stalemate, it finally fell from the sky and slotted itself back into the scabbard on Feng Shi’s back.
[Reminder to Host: Flight is restricted by the barriers here.]
Feng Shi: “Fuck, I can’t fly? This is such a scam!”
When it came time to run for his life, he would have to rely on his two legs. His survival chances had dropped significantly.
Qingqing held its face: [Exactly, exactly!]
Seeing that there was still a long distance to the Sanji Mountains, Feng Shi could only walk.
Fortunately, his movement technique was good, and his speed wasn’t too slow.
Black sand had accumulated all around. There was no wind and not a hint of moisture. The sun seemed to have doubled in size, roasting anyone placed within its reach.
Demonic energy soared into the sky not far ahead, and the sounds of fighting could faintly be heard.
This place was an unavoidable path toward the location indicated by the system map. There was no way around it. Feng Shi could only pull out an artifact to hide his form and aura, intending to sneak through depending on the situation.
Only when he got closer did he realize that three groups were fighting.
Monster cultivators, demon cultivators, and human cultivators.
The whole set was here.
Among them were nearly ten demon cultivators, three monster cultivators, and five or six human cultivators.
They were locked in combat, fighting inextricably.
The reason for the fight was, unsurprisingly, an immortal artifact.
Looking at how their clothes were still neat, they must have just run into one another.
The system said that every immortal artifact here was guarded by a demon or monster beast. So why was this artifact…?
Before Feng Shi could finish his deduction, the mountain before him suddenly let out a crisp crack. In the blink of an eye, a fissure burst open.
Rocks tumbled down, and the black grit on the ground vibrated slightly. Snakes and insects hiding in the crevices of the rocks and beneath the sand swarmed out all at once, seemingly sensing the impending danger.
Feng Shi’s breathing hitched. He realized this was a case of “Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.”
He immediately flashed away from his original spot.
In the next instant, the massive mountain split into a longer and deeper gap. A black, gold-wrapped tentacle the thickness of a wrist shot out rapidly from the fissure.
With a scream, Feng Shi turned his head to see a fine mist of blood flying toward him.
A cultivator from the Yushui Immortal Sect had been squeezed to death by the tentacle.
Flesh and blood fell onto the scalding sand. If one listened closely, they could even hear a faint sizzling sound.
Feng Shi hissed, thinking it was a good thing he ran fast, otherwise that falling giant rock could have flattened him into meat paste.
Someone had died.
The group that had been fighting finally regained their rationality. Someone shouted loudly, “Run! The demon beast has been awakened!”
Hearing this, the leading monster cultivator spat and cursed, “It’s all because of you shameless things, insisting on fighting with this old man! Now look at this! No one gets it! I spit on you!”
Having finished his cursing, he and the two monster cultivators behind him transformed directly back into their original forms.
One majestic giant grey wolf and two slightly smaller white wolves.
Feng Shi glanced over.
At first glance, he didn’t notice anything wrong.
At the second glance…
Hm?
What was going on?
That leading “dog”—why did it look so familiar?
Feng Shi thought back carefully and realized that this grey “dog” seemed to be his capable subordinate who had been missing for years—Big Grey Dog!
Fuck, so he was a monster cultivator all along.
Truth be told, Feng Shi hadn’t dared to recall those memories too carefully.
After all, treating Shen Songhe like a free-range chicken was definitely a piece of dark history.
Therefore, Feng Shi hadn’t thought about Big Grey Dog afterward. Thinking about it now, Big Grey Dog had been able to exchange blows with Shen Songhe back then; how could it have been an ordinary spiritual beast?
At the same time, Hei Mang, who was currently fleeing, felt his foot slip. He almost ate a mouthful of sand. He tilted his head to look but didn’t find anything unusual.
Seeing that the direction he was running was exactly where Feng Shi needed to go, Feng Shi quickly followed.
The dust behind was kicked up into the sky by the tentacle monster squeezing out from the mountain. Several demon and human cultivators were accidentally swatted into oblivion.
Feng Shi, with his two legs, ultimately couldn’t outrun four legs, let alone that tentacle. To make matters worse, two human cultivators were running toward him, drawing a tentacle over.
Seeing that his current position was about to be affected, Feng Shi had a sudden idea. He gathered his strength and charged straight to the grey wolf’s side, then flipped himself onto its back.
Hei Mang, who was sprinting with all his might, suddenly felt a weight on his back: ???
He paused for a moment, but in the end, he didn’t dare to stop.
The two white wolves beside him noticed his abnormality. They tilted their heads and asked, “Awooo?” What’s wrong, Great King?
Hei Mang felt a prickle on his back. He shook his head and looked at his empty back.
Although there was nothing there.
He knew he must have been hitching a ride!
The dignified Monster King had actually been treated as a mount!
To maintain his dignity as the Great King before his subordinates, Hei Mang would rather die than say it out loud.
But he swore that once they reached a safe place, he would definitely kill this audacious little flea!
Meanwhile, the “little flea” Feng Shi gripped the mane on the grey wolf’s neck. Feeling the hot wind blowing against his face, he was incredibly pleased!
Riding a monster beast was a hundred times faster than riding a horse, and it wasn’t even much slower than steering a sword. The tentacle monster behind was soon left far behind.
Feng Shi, who had originally just wanted to hitch a ride, suddenly changed his mind.
Once out of danger, Hei Mang and the other three monsters came to a stop.
After sending away his two bewildered subordinates, Hei Mang gave his back a powerful shake, intending to transform into human form.
Feng Shi took the opportunity to fly off him and land on the ground. He watched as the giant wolf before him transformed into a middle-aged man around forty years old with a slightly bristly beard, amidst the sound of cracking bones.
“Little flea! Get the hell out here!” Hei Mang had been holding his breath the whole way and couldn’t help but curse.
Feng Shi stifled a laugh.
He slowly revealed his figure.
In fact, as long as he wanted to, he could stay hidden forever. In this secret realm, no one could find him.
Hei Mang looked furious. Seeing a figure in light blue clothes appear before him, he didn’t even think before striking out with an attack, carrying a ruthless intent to kill and silence him. “How dare you treat this old man as a mount! Kid, you’re not going to live!”
For the sake of his dignity, this person had to be killed to keep his mouth shut!
Feng Shi smiled faintly. Wucheng flew out from behind his back, blocking the strike.
Hei Mang looked at the black heavy sword that had suddenly appeared, swirling with a faint golden glow, and his heart jumped in surprise.
Before he could even retract his hand, half of a fair and exquisite face suddenly appeared from behind the heavy sword.
With his hands behind his back, Feng Shi leaned his body out slightly. He tilted his head and squinted at Hei Mang with a smile, greeting him: “Hehe, hello, Senior!”
The youth’s long hair was bound high, swaying in the air with his tilted head. Only a few strands rested on his shoulder. The smile on his stunning face was brilliant.
Hei Mang’s pupils shrank, and he took a step back in shock.
Feng Shi reached out a lean hand and gripped the hilt of Wucheng. With a slight pull, he hoisted it onto his shoulder.
“Senior, do you still remember me?” Feng Shi rested one hand on his waist and took a step forward. The smile on his face didn’t fade as he raised an eyebrow at Hei Mang.
Hei Mang’s brow twitched violently. After a long silence, he gradually saw a hint of familiarity in Feng Shi’s features…
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